Coming Home Looking On Everywhere

back to bruised backs
paper novels harder to turn to dust than ash wood
folded delicacies into whipped desires, I can see it now
all that you hold turns to ice, stone, cold
you have the world in your hands, I am unsafe
at the drop of the dime you drop the ball and walk away
afraid and ashamed of your upbringing and how it just seemed to leave you there
in the middle of the grass is a single daisy, dying to prove the point we don't always live forever
if we can become legendary in any single way, lets hope it can be one of value
and now we are playing the game that the clock expects to win
I'm coming home looking on everywhere for what you left behind
the residuale loss of something one time substancial and nothing can spin faster than a marry
we ride fake ponies to experience the life
and as little as we are we have nothing to hold on to
if you shall ever wake up, I will be right next to you waiting, watching dreaming of you
my life has fired up in ways that had never been expected
but the things you least expect are the things you most appreciate
and though my eyes rie my mind, my heart connects to yours
and through every dream,
a silent movie has just one line
do not be a single one
she expects ice cream cones for lunch
she will expect handfulls of money to make her life easier than I ever had it
so it can only be the way that we figure out
in sleep we wait for the nightmare to come so we can remember how life can be in awkward situations

Seasons

if the air around us dictates everything,
check your thermostat
these words are stuck frozen, left alone
you are cold as fall
windy and yellow gold
I am cold and falling
if you can feel the same way as you did last week
you would feel like winter is trying to destroy us all
in places, we sit stuck frozen, left alone
if there is anything I've learned from the weatherman
is that the weathervane always points somewhere else
if you start to feel new again, like you can start over
lets start with a few seeds
in October we will harvest our dead leaves and carry them away in bags
and the next thing we know, we are getting places
it has been raining outside a lot this week
but the television screen said bright and sunny
just because you think you know what to expect,
you know when you are
the windmills are having a hard time making us stay alive
because the clouds have been stuck frozen, and with nothing to say
they broke my writers block, because I had some kind of day
and the seasons won't ever stay the same
but our words will stay stuck frozen
just like the weathervane