Another Night

There I lay, wide awake, Gripped with dreams long gone. Another day, another dusk, Just the same damn song. Now I lay, eyes locked, Hoping sleep will call. Wind whispers, telling me, Soon the rain will fall. Another night, left behind, Trading sleep for streets, Drizzled rain, glowing amber, And all the shadows I meet. There they waltz, never still, Dancing every night. Now Im caught with their grace Slowing in my flight. Another night, another dance, How can they be so free? Traced in amber, and endless joy, They just laugh at me. So I run. Running away, In search of a stiller night. On older trails and mossy ruins There the darkness wont fight. Against a forgotten wall, there I sit, Wondering what Id done, All the fights, all the strife, Was this the life Id won? Now I lay, silence growing, Wondering where I fell. Give it time. Ill give up, Retiring to this hell. There Ill lie, caught asleep, Missing dreams long gone. Another dark, another dawn, Just the same damn song.

Secrets and Skeletons

Out of sight out of mind. Its why our skeletons hang in darkened closets, And our loud, throbbing hearts, Are best left beneath floor boards. So we can spoon the raspberry delight, That we pretend to be life. Yet a tragic touch of truth lurks, In our somehow slowed, still beating hearts, That our secrets, shadow cannot conceal forever, And our caskets will crack for all the world to see.

Of Lovers and Rebels

Allowing their hearts to turn to stone Enduring a world, emptied and cold, All lost before the rising throne. For all men stand, tall and grown, But forgotten are the freedoms and loves of old, Allowing their hearts to turn to stone.

But righteous men do not long suffer alone, Together in dark, refusing to do as theyre told, All lost before the rising throne.
As passionate men wander the nights, unknown, Stricken with unrequited lust, purer than gold, Allowing their hearts to turn to stone. But for rebels, liberty does moan, And lovers watch their ardor sold, All lost before the rising throne. But in the end, there is little a man might own, Just the memories of freedoms and loves of old, Allowing their hearts to turn to stone, All lost before the rising throne.

Deaths Toll
Sigh, another wake, Paying our last respects but, The boatman wants change.

Bromance
You call it a Bromance and I know its true But trust me it means far more to me than you ever knew. And if you understood what weve been through, Youd understand, why I so freely say, I love you. They all say blood is thicker than water, but not in a shower, And trust me on some of those days we were drenched in an hour, It wouldnt let up and neither would we, That field held many pieces of me. Some I gave, some they took, But he could always pull me off the ground with a look. And when the rain wouldnt come And the sun and the earth seemed like one Rolling beads of dirt and sweat And as Im burning, he reminds me how we met. I cant help but laugh, looking back on it all And we both know its worth it come fall. But then later on the early dark eaves, freezing with cold When I was lost, and the gray empty had taken hold I cant even tell me how many times I held the knife And he called just in time to save my life. Winters were dark, summers, brutal. But he was damned if he would attend my funeral. He kept me going, kept me alive Looking back now Id never thought wed thrive, Living the good life as we do now, Barking at girls like junkyard hounds. Out on the roads all night long, Raving and hollering to the latest song. And I know college is coming, but well survive. Ill have the memories to keep me alive. And as for life without him now, Id rather not take the chance. After all where would I be without my Bromance.

Nyx
On some summer night, out I lay, my young body bound and nested with natural garden, but eyes free to the beautiful black maiden. A labyrinth of smoldering gems, a fortune never to be known, woven on her dark gown, and how my thoughts and eyes traipse across every celestial opal and diamond, every silvery facet and cut, shimmering in reach but never in grasp. But suddenly I wince before my dark bright love, and feel the true age of my tired eyes, the strain born of a light life of gray, and I wonder how long they have to moor upon the sight of so perfect a being, the fullest void Id ever know. And on another night, in an older body, I lay once more not alone but with a being not unlike the first I loved, and I ask her if she can see her whose shining fades now before me. She says she can and I must confess my blinded duality, but she just smiles without jealousy or crueler pity, and for a moment her eyes glimmer as the maidens jewels, and I know it to be the closest Id ever be to seeing the first whole again. So I grab hold of her, the seconds hand and wonder how I might hold it to shine as long as the firsts gems. And so call me a blind thief, for I did not hesitate to steal away some of the luster my memories had knew, and instill in earthen form, a token to the second love, a promise from and for me, to and of her, to be my nights beauty. But with a yes and year, my glimmering promise seems but a brilliant artifice, my love now thrice grown and split, for another love comes to me, smaller than all the others, but just as beautiful, not bound by the gray of day, and as alive as I in the darkest hours. And so there I stand, rocking the lost, lonely tears from her tiny eyes, and reveal her to the adoring grace of my first love, and watch as her dark eyes fill with the stars only known to the shadows of my memory.