The Eater and the Haunted

I lift her to the sky to let her fall
as blistered, beaten pasts become undone.
I make a million moments worth her awe
and I know how to make her makeup run.

I kiss her slow and melt her in my hand
while whispers glow in pauses of the sun.
I solve with sweat the passions left unplanned
and I know how to make her makeup run.

I belt a ballad smeared by bitter ryes
of every sorrow lacked in sin and fun.
My demons make a mess beneath her eyes
and I know how to make her makeup run.

So this will end less definite than death
as endless love for all we can't forget.

Miss Use

What would the plan be
If I hadn't said a word
and where would your hands be
If I hadn't said the words
I've got you stuck in my stare
And baby if you dance I dare

You to go, run out
And splurge your impulsions
It's something I heard was true
It's something I never knew
Gave you the courage to do what you want to.
It's something I made you do
It's something I'd never do

With weapons
Made for gunning down
A helpless crowd
Of boys will be boys
You kept on killing the floor
Until you made sure

That you'd hit the road
And splurge your impulsions
It's something I heard was true
It's something I heard you
Said fuck this, fuck that
And fuck all of you too
It's something I made you do
But I know you forgot to
Really make it real and purge your emotions
It's something you couldn't do
It's something you knew
Made a mess of the best years
You'd ever been through
And in the process I knew
You were my favorite misuse.

Por Caroline

I sit in wait
in the darkest corners
of the smallest bars
and lay in waste
in the darkest corners
of the largest hearts.

Ambidetriments

When the war
between light and dark
finally ends,
I cannot win.
For if the darkness
conquers my light,
I'm dark forever;
a shadow of myself.
If light conquers my dark
then all will see
the faces of my demons.
In either case
I'm human.

Branded

Wasn't I the lucky one to live
Couldn't I have loved you more than this
But if I did love you I'd be dead
My innocence is something to be said
And in a sense it's something to be read
But isn't this a foolish wish
Full of risk for fluid hips
and fluent lips of a fool at wits
with his own fucked up foolishness?
I guess I'd say for you it is.

For Less in Time

I find no plight in death or vagrancy

For less in time these demons face in me

I find no waste in worry laden lips

For less in time they speak beyond their breaths

I find no point in understanding life

For less in time we over stand our height

I find no peace in plucking dreams from clouds

For less in time we hear them cry aloud

I find no pain in our blot and mixture

For less in time does good begin with pure

I find no weight in holy hands or gods

For less in time they level out the odds 

I find no gift in loving as I do

For less in time I find my wishes true

Man of Glass

All of my heroes 

are metric myths;

handles, 

personals, 

shots and fifths. 

In Wake

She wonders

where we got these scars.

The truth is they are all we are. 

They're carved from the courage 

of laying under stars

and even more-

from loving during war. 

The Infidel II

She spoke of God 

In foreign tongues

And wept a little

When I wouldn't believe. 

I told her my faith

My heart, my hands

Cannot belong to phantoms

But they'd remain hers 

If she asked for them. 

Bound in Bales of Hell

As she held me in pieces, 

flayed in her hand, she wept 

responsibly and once again 

the sorrow strangled me. 

So I whispered in tune 

between pain and amnesty: 

I've always been broken, 

more broken than bruised. 

To Own the Moon and Serve it Too

We were the hungriest of thieves

running through streetlight 

coated sand, chasing fire

like we'd never been burned 

before; hoping like children do, 

that selfish wishes 

might come true. 

The Infidel I

His heart was fast and shallow 

like the edge of a waterfall. 

That much she knew 

but on this edge she dreamt; 

from this edge she fell. 

Shadows and Pride

Each moment's a beach

Mistakes are the sand

The lake is the desert

Still taunting our hands

Each day soon divides

As nights multiply

This distance between 

Our shadows and pride

Alto Concession

Reckless and underwhelmed

By heroes and weathered bells

Sleepless and darker still

My angels have all died

and gone to much better hells

To Conflict Against Her Wishes

This is one walk in the right direction

Letting go of hopeless detention

I might love you in the next dimension

But my heart is just a bad invention

Western Winds are Better Friends

We were delicate 

So much so we broke a home

Excuses and broken bones

This future's been foretold

We're too delicate

So much so that we're alone

Irreverent and overgrown

With beautifully sorrowed moans

For the rest of the world. 

 

The Digression of Heaven

 

This joint of calming silence 

allows us to revolve 

each other's wishes 

around our distance. 

But with minor movement 

and unfocused gestures 

I still found time to say-

I will always love you 

in the worst of ways. 

The Progression of Heaven

This salted air conjoins us 

with destructive memories

that paralyze our darkest views

of sex and pedigree. 

But with stumbled breaths 

and mirrored pain

I still found time to say-

I can only love you

in the worst of ways. 

Nadirah

As she walks with love 

thrown across her back 

I hate to see her all alone 

like that. If anyone could change 

how she believes- I can. 

Can she see the sky fall 

ill in her name? 

I can feel the holes faith drilled. 

I can hate just like she will. 

I can die alone on Friday nights
but I can't seem to stand still 

within her sight. 

Nostra Contra

 

I can only remember 

your face 

like its reflection 

off oil. Bent 

and breaking in waves 

of failed perdition. 

The Hellion

I was far too selfish

to ever leave you. 

I lived to make 

the rest of your life lonely. 

But I was far too selfish

to ever leave you alone

so I tortured your will

to suffer for my love. 

And I was far too selfish

to ever leave. 

I needed an audience

to weep and applaud

at my infernal forever. 

Oceans in a Bottle

I rest my head on empty bottles 

in an attempt to bury 

all of the burdens 

of an emotional king; 

in hopes to syphon my mind dry just once a night. But it never works 

and I come to understand 

that the bottles were never really empty, 

they just aren't large enough; 

there simply aren't enough 

to contain the daily sorrow 

I swallow for you. 

Romance in Reprise

We looked each other in the eyes

And knowing we both had to die

We kissed in such a desperate way

That seemed to whisper: Not today.