The questions rolling around my head
Won't let me see the light
They make it hard to hear the voices in my heart
Constricting, sliding, slithering in and out of holes in consciousness
I can't  feel the bottom or see my way to the top
All that I desire lies just out of reach
The moment I let go I hear the rattles shaking back
Can't quite see where or get there yet
Scales slide I've yet to find a way out
Save to close my eyes and see the snakes imbedded in my brain
Somewhere far and distant there are apple trees
Fruits of red and yellow fill my questions find my needs
Poison they'll bring to venom and words will be crushed
Rattles will break and rust

Paper hearts and plastic schemes
I'm dreaming of the moments in between
Can't see my face or touch my hand
I know I am alive I just can't say when
And all the glitter in the world can't mask
The pain of losing hopes when dreams
Stay dreams

Here it is and there it goes
Like sand through my fingers it slides
Smooth and untouchable gleaming
A flickering flame it leaps
In and out of my grasp
One blink and its gone away
Until I wonder if it ever was
Then it lands subtle as a butterfly
On my open palm

Changing skins
She slips through a crack in the sidewalk
A rusted soul floundering for air
New life she thought
But old frustrations burst like so many balloons
And again she'll shed because from this skin
She can see only concrete

A smile breaks like dawn
Sinister and wrong
False flowers bloom where cat’s eyes
Shone true bright as the moon
I carry with me a tirade of scars
They are my companions in this ley-line world
And sometimes when the sun strikes them
They open fresh and further deep than before
Stars bring a healing touch
Black skies hide the scabs
But in moonlight I revel in my scars
Dusk I welcome always regardless of the hour
Come quickly and I will run the tightrope
From my world to yours
Conversion from aversion
Together we are one
We are selfish and freely unstrung
There is beauty in loneliness so long as we take flight
Like bats, we are pure only to the open eye
An eye called three
But even together we are only a moment
And we are apart too soon
For day’s exit is slow but night is quick
Once more we are crowded alone again