fireflies only come out at night,
or maybe we just can't see their gleams of light
in the daytime

this was a lonely day
where my step father took me back to the western shore
to be alone again
companionship is not easy to come by these days,
buried in life's sad and sorry sands
regardless of all that has been good
there has always been the subtle reek of the bad

i don't know jesus,
but i hear he's a great guy
i don't know you,
but i know you're the only real answer, the only reasons why

and we pollute the rivers with reckless abandon,
and we let our children drown in it's poison
and when the sky opens up, there will be nothing left,
nothing but you, and him, and the lives that you have touched.

red lip stick stains on
yellow pages, phone books and
cigarette tubes

he comes upon me like the way that
storms come upon this town
eventually, and all at once

where the rain kisses
our skin to sleep
and the thunder turns on its lights
to wake us up again

parasites that **** at your blood
come flying at you in the winds
the clouds cloak the sun,
she bows,
goodbye

make way for the summer rain
where the air finally cools
and the storms roll through

i'm your little play machine
dress down for you, all lace and skin
i might be the finest one you've seen
but there's no way i'll forget,
i don't mean **** to him.

i'm your little dress up dolly,
put on a show for you, all love and truth
3 am, you call me
just to say, just to say,
i don't mean **** to you

apologies make me sicker than betrayal
i'd rather you rub your burning coals into my skin
then pretend you care again.
my ships sail stable,
with or without you.

you said "i hope you don't disappear"
well i'll be sure to keep myself no where near
you and your deceit
and believe me, you'll never play me again,
for the first time was quite the feat.

hawaiian flowers light my eyes up in that way that men used to
instead of breaking me apart the way that dead leaves crunch beneath heavy boots
i've never been met halfway in the sense of love
as i am always chasing, giving, unfolding, while they are
closing, solidifying, lying

so i too became rocks, but i glittered in the sun light
i was a ruby, red as dripping blood,
but oh so blue, like that fluid, still in your veins
i greeted the selfish with open arms and legs
and let them enter me with hardly a fight
not saying i should've,
never said i was a saint

soon enough i opened another eye
and looked at someone with more than just my mind
he turned away before i could show him
a world he had never known.

and here i am,
alone again
waiting, playing
bored and aroused
internally screaming
for someone to save me.

you closed the door without even looking in
you were too scarred to even begin
and when i wait for you, you never come
because you're far too busy searching for the meaning of life's conundrums.

and you don't see what i am
but i see who you are
i've been traveling, from land to land
but even here at home, you couldn't get much farther

i'm pretending i don't care but trust me baby
you broke my heart in the matter of two weeks
i don't care if you regret it, love
i'm alone again, it seems

so build your house of wax and leaves
i'll be the sparrow hiding in your trees
remembering a simple kiss
ah, it don't mean ****.
it don't mean ****.

i got so attached so fast
looked back on the plane and saw our past
shoulda' known it was too good to last.

i needed a new muse
you needed someone to use
i wanted something brand new
you wanted something, but you never knew.

so i wont knock upon your door anymore
i wont stand at your steps, awaiting
because i don't know what i'm waiting for
just knew i was ready for creating.

refusal of ignorance beholds the vigor of the human condition;
it is in this repertoire between our minds that this ligature becomes real
we stumble over ourselves in our entreatment towards each other
dearth becomes so substantial that our hearts coil in trepidation
and for the shattered souls, we close the seal
so hold your fathers, and kiss your mothers
for they have bestowed upon you the purest of endowments.

be grateful for that which you can comprehend
for the imbecilic nature of the beast
that we all contest to extinguish
only the sagacity of our spirits can transcend
or tame, acclimatize, at least
and this is how we must distinguish

the idiosyncrasy from allurements
i can feel your pulse beneath my feet
from miles and miles away
i want you to be my heaven-sent,
i want you to be my king.
in your bold winds i will sway.

and for your adoration i will beg
until i am shackles on your legs and
ropes to your wrists
cold as sand in the nights of winter,
i want you to be my man,
where we can find our own portals in the depths of mists
you can call me your angel, your sinner.

i am taciturn in my consciousness,
yet so avidly alive
what are we good for?
you are whole in your somnolence,
yet so passionately sublime
when will i be yours?