Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Cave

I am exploding in all directions
While gravity and the roots hold me down
I am reaching for a further infinity
And to further echo the sound
I am painting my pride and pleasant times
On the wall of the cave where I hide
I have been here before
I know this place
I know this place

Monday, December 3, 2012

Unique

Celestial freckles on a star-crossed face,
A new one for each new dawn you brave.
Cold nose shows me how long you've been awake,
Wondering what else may shake your faith.
A train on track is not likely to change,
But you've always been more like a snowflake.

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Endure

Remember the rush to grow up
When being big would be more than enough
Tough love made no sense at the time
Just a trick to keep mischief in line
Remember the kids on your street
The hours spent hiding, the thrill of the seek
Young love made no sense at the time
Just kids and a comfort they couldn't define
Remember the last day of school
The summer awaiting, the days by the pool
Cursed love made no sense at the time
Just a happy beginning with no end in sight
Remember the flight from the nest
Scared to be leaving, prepared for the rest
First love made no sense at the time
Just an anchor away to keep the ship right
Remember the first day we met
A look and a smile I'll never forget
New love made no sense at the time
Just a semester abroad and then back to our lives
Remember your decision to stay
A move to Madrid, two train rides away
Desperate love made no sense at the time
Just a lucky solution to let love survive
Remember November '09
Better together than to never decide
Distant love made no sense at the time
Just knew what we wanted and didn't think twice
Remember when you finally arrived
Chicago was waiting but not more than I
True love made sense for the first time
Just like that we were one; heart, body and mind
Remember me, my love, if you'll try
For a day comes where you'll have to decide
Sometimes love makes no sense at the time
Just know that and we'll be just fine

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Box

Has every thought already been thought?
I thought about that and I think not
But if that thought makes you feel alone
Know that you are wrong, rejoice!
For every thought ever thunk was forged
By every event that happened 
In every second of every day
Of time 
Until the moment it popped into your head.
So what does it mean
Oh! What does it mean indeed
It means you're forging new frontiers,
Even when you seem to be wandering in circles.
This means that which we pursue,
An understanding, a universal truth,
Balance, harmony, unity.. 
Confirms we are part of a bigger book.
We are trapped only in our minds,
Which is not some brain sized, head shaped box.
We are free!

Monday, November 5, 2012

Happiness

Fake happiness is a lot like real happiness
As evidenced by the dimples and the wrinkles and the smiles
It's a footpath in the hills around a mountain
And they say the view from the peak is unbelievable
The pilgrims and pioneers all say you must get yourself here
Whether 'here' is the social frontier
Written home about by avant garde debutantes
Whether 'here' is a specific place in time
As found in a golden wheat field at sunset on the best day of your life
Whether 'here' is a couch with your loves and your stories
You are most certainly invited
You simply must get yourself here
If beauty is in the eye of the beholder
And love is two bodies in a single soul
True beauty must be in the eyes of all people
And love must be making us whole
And happiness,
If you endeavor to put all this together
Well,
You simply must get yourself here

Sunday, November 4, 2012

Trips

I am missing something
This road trip needed more heart
In the hills of southern Wisconsin I get a little lost in thought
I like the idea that we are all constantly evolving
And that two can become one
I get a little distracted by the roadside messages
Those distractions help me some
Headed back south still feels like I'm chasing the sun
I know when my head lays down it won't be the only one
I won't make a bigger deal out of this than it needs to be
But I really am missing something
Missing something terribly

Saturday, November 3, 2012

Deer

Once in a dream I followed a deer through a town
She led me under a bridge to the edge of a forest
Just inside the forest there was a forked path
I could have followed either but the deer nodded and I went forth on my own path
The next day, awake, I ran to a forest and found a path similar to my dream
Knowing my unconscious choice I looked between the fork
Lo, I saw a deer bounding away from me
Taking it as a sign I charged through the brush in pursuit
Soon I tripped and fell over an object with no worldly purpose in a forest
I thought long about this string of events
How literally I had followed my dreams
I guess I expected treasure or truth
What I got was wonder
Perhaps the deer play tricks
Perhaps the pursuit is the real reward
Either way, I never regretted chasing that dream

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Let's

If you fall then I will catch you
If you call I will come get you
They wanted me to try to forget you
I could not at all
I could not at all

When you dance I want to see you
I sneak a glance when I am with you
They said there was not a chance for me to be with you
You give me hope
You give me hope

When you smile I have to smile
When you're quiet I take my cues
I can sit happy in silence
Time stops with you
Time stops with you

Let me take you back in my confidence
I'll show you my secret spot back by the railroad tracks
They'll never find us there, no no
We can be free again

Let me give you chills and bumps again
Let me hold you close and breath you in
I'll show how light it feels to be new again
We can be ourselves again

Let me stare deep in your eyes
I love when they show your surprise
Let me talk to you every night
Until the sun comes up again

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Reminiscing

We put the pictures back up
That was a big day for us
We had that second first kiss
I can still feel it on my lips
It was a bumpy road at first
But it could have been worse
Was it all worth it, hard to say
But here we are today
Better and stronger
Not in pain any longer
Happy once again
In the arms of my best friend
Second chances are rare
But so are we

Monday, October 29, 2012

Reading

Who are we
Well I'm a book and you're all the words
Read to me
The pictures here are making it hard
Who made you
How did you get so beautiful
Here's the truth
As sure as the sunrise, I'll love you
So what is this
Well baby baby, this is it
So who you going with

Friday, October 26, 2012

Stop

I can't stop loving you.
I don't know how.
I don't know why I would.
I'm pouring water onto sand.

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Derail

I'm waitin fer a train that's ne'er gon come
I bin waitin fer a while but I'm purdy shore it's gown
If I e'er get a chance to catch an'er one
I prolly catch 'er in a second in the other direction
I ain't runnin from nothin but I guess I gotta 'scape
Ain't nothin left fer me here, just a empty lonely place
I been purdy much a wreck since that wretched awful day
But I reckon I'd be blessed if I just go the other way

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Journey

Once upon this Earth
A young man began a search
To rub his hands in dirt
To learn what must be learned
He started very young
He filled his mind with maps
He charted out his journeys
He studied all the facts
When he finally felt prepared
He was just a little scared
But he straightened up his hat
And went out into the world
Almost right away
He came face to face with trouble
But he made a couple friends
Who helped him in the scuffle
He couldn't get enough
Of the cultures that he found
Sometimes he'd stay up all the night
Just to look around
In the classrooms there were lessons
In the streets there were even more
But he met a girl and learned the most
Talking at her door
He wanted to find peace
And just a little war
He wanted to find truth in life
To know it was for sure
He chased mountains in the distance
He followed river beds
He took pictures of the pretty views
And kept others in his head
He found those with very little
He found others with much to share
Many strangers became friends of his
So he found friendship everywhere
He got lost in ancient history
Woke up a few years from now
He learned that truth is just experience
And dirt is meant to plow
He found home out there in the world
Kept it all deep in his heart
He thought the journey might be ending
But realized this was just the start

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Prequel

Sometimes I don't know why
These thoughts pop into this little head of mine
There seems to be no invitation
Nor a pattern to their timing
But they come and I entertain them
These jarring memories
Despite the state I know they will leave me
Late nights in parks
Early morning commutes
Specific instances you wouldn't think I'd remember
But I most certainly do
Long-held adoring gazes
Remarkable and ordinary places
The kind of forgettable conversations
You cherish in the moment
And later lose to the ages
It seems I've repressed or buried
To make room for the more contemporary
It scares me to know I can do it
But comforts me to know I can't lose it
I remember specifics,
In color
Street names and dinner menus
Decor on the walls and fabric patterns Smells of little plates wafting from winding alleyways
I remember tour guides and texts
I remember shared showers and walks in the rain
Kicking oranges, missing couches, deciding what shapes the clouds were
Painting houses, missing flights
The sounds from holding on too tight
The smiles of kids
The tears of moving on and staying behind
Like a broken dam they flood in
No longer holding my finger in the hole
Flashing like lighting through my mind Rumbling like thunder as they roll
I can picture cupcakes and sandwiches
Fighting hard to see dawn
Tiny dresses and new haircuts
Trying to belong
I remember challenges and learning
Apologies and hurting
Learning what it takes to be human
Trolleys trains and vineyards
Candy canes and winter
Breakfasts lunches and dinners
Tweezers stabbing splinters
I remember awe followed by awful
Collapse followed by laughter
Tragedy turned to history
Ice cream and other treats
There were notes quotes and paddle boats
Support in the form of happy hopes
Still not sure how I remember all the details
I can't wait for the sequel

Monday, October 15, 2012

Tigers

Inside my mind exist paper tigers
Flourished in thought, but lapse upon action
In love, are trapped, those roars that yearn to stir
Familiar sentimental options
In time I'll find the key to free these beasts.
To fight the doubt that creeps into my soul
Have naught I, but you, to think of, my sweet
Til words will bless me I shall pay my toll.
Unjust, these days that pass without a touch
Of light and thus my darkness hides your sun
In April, May I dream a bit too much
'Til then' begins so that meanwhile is done
Should tigers trapped in ink transform to live
Escape like breathe to prove I've more to give

Shy

These days we live under blankets
Buttoned up tight to stay warm
Oh, my baby, please
There is no need to shiver
These days we live under rocks
Afraid to experience the world
Oh, my baby, please
There is no reason to hide
These days we watch from the windows
Seeing nothing take place in the streets
So, my lovely friend
Let me see your lovely face outside
These days we talk in whispers
Hoping to remain discrete
No, no, baby, please
Let your warm laugh ring

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Blur

The changing leaves sway in the breeze
One million trees zip by
On nights like this, everyone sleeps
But you don't and neither do I
The lane lines rush past in a blur
One trillion stars in the sky
The beauty can be easily missed
But you don't and neither do I
Busy weeks and busier weekends
One billion words can't describe
I worry that you'll feel different
But you don't and neither do I

Friday, October 12, 2012

All

All I could ever want
All I want
All I ever wanted
Is you

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Maybe

Maybe if you saw me play
Maybe if you could read my mind
Maybe if I hadn't tried to change you
Maybe if we'd spent more time
Maybe when the ice starts melting
Maybe when your hard heart thaws
Maybe you can find forgiveness
Maybe you'll see past my flaws
Maybe you can love me again
Maybe you can't and move on
Maybe you'll leave me hanging
Maybe you'll send me a sign
Maybe I'll be waiting as you left me
Maybe I'll be somewhere new
Maybe you'll be someone different
Maybe you'll be the same old you
So much is up in the air now
Not really sure where we'll fall
One thing's for sure and no maybes here
If you'll love me, I'll love you, that's all

Lines

I wait patiently in lines
Trying not to look back
Focus on where I am headed
Not where I have been
But I am of two minds
The trickster and the poet
The former in the present
The latter all the rest
The trickster is an actor
He is fun, friendly and free
The poet moves mountains
But is trapped in his insanity
One paralyzed with questions
The other unable to stop
Leaves the trickster with his follies
And the poet with his thoughts
They form an unlikely duet
To handle all my feelings
When I wait in line
Wondering who is behind me

Theatre

Little bug met a bobcat
'Hey! What you doing bobcat?'
'I am having a heart attack,
You startled me so bad!'
'Well I'm just a little bug
What were you just thinking of?'
'Oh! I was thinking about home
But I am out here seeking love'
Bob laid down on the ground
Then the little bug went on,
'How long you been around?'
'Me? I just got into town'
'Well I'm not from here either
So I shouldn't be the leader
But I heard about this theatre
If you want to go together'
'That sounds really cool
But I got this cat at school...'
'I had a lovebug too
But its time for something true'
Little bug and bob agreed
They would only take a peek
Into the theatre of their souls
To know if those where what they seek

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

2:22

It might be 2:22 forever
Meaning nothing really
Quaint in its simple charm
Without meaning one can be assigned
Let's make a wish then
At 2:22 a wish may come true
May it never change
May there be no alarm
If it were 2:22 forever
Might it mean time stopped
Or just that the clock broke
Time stops for no man
Luckily, there is you
We kissed once at 2:22
I can close my eyes on that

Mornings

wake up
panic
calm
clutch heart
stumble
cold water
hot water
mirror
reminisce
pants
shirt
shoes
deep breath
door
door
door
fresh air
car
music
by myself
again
without you
relapse

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

D'or

C'est la vie
Phrase de jour
Look at me
With my little heart d'or
'Ta luego
A mi vi
When you go
You'll take the best of me
Never told you
But I wrote
A rehearsal speech
About my love and your quotes
About when you know
You just know
You love and let it go
Watch it grow
C'est la vie

Stages

This pill is so hard to swallow, it makes a lump in your throat so you can't scream
You feel so foolish for believing so strongly, you were living in a dream
They say you need to get a bit angry, but my love just doesn't let me
You realize the blatant unfairness, but you shouldn't have expected any
You beg and plead before you find out its cliche
It might fall on deaf ears but you do it anyway
So proud of my baby for rejecting me
So proud of myself for who I came to be
The depression sets in, perhaps it was already there
Realign priorities and see if you care
Head up, get up, you're getting better
Next step, accept, move on and remember

Bici


I broke my bike but I kept my promise
And rushed to show you my proud accomplishment
Crushed to find out I was only too late
Waved from the driveway as you pulled away
The scariest moment of my life

The wounds are fresh and the feelings raw
I suspect I’ll change and get over it all
I confess I can’t imagine a world
Where the hero doesn’t get the girl
Unless he wasn’t ever a hero at all

Everyone says they want the best for us both
But I’m the last man standing, holding out hope
Am I the only one who even knows what that is
The hopeful romantic or just some idiot kid
Whose heart wasn’t big enough to do what he meant

So I stare from your driveway at your fading car
On my broken bike with my broken heart
Hope the lonesome nights don’t bite too hard
I’d trade the promise for the bike if I could do it now
But I’ll move forward too somehow

Monday, October 8, 2012

Flower

Acceptance

Photos tucked away neatly in drawers
Busied myself with dishes and chores
Booked dates for a future I never had seen
Listened to elders I didn't believe
Let friends sit beside me in silence and calm
Let family get closer without sounding alarm
Autumn came in, colder and dark
As a dear friend to prepare me for my first winter apart
Was still in denial as I argued with all
Now no longer desperately expecting a call
Made plans for myself, new and improved
Worked on my confidence, found out I was smooth
Made friends of old enemies and corrected neglect
Of a few former friendships I need to protect
Started living my life one day at a time
Took a deep breath and my breathing was fine
I still hold a secret I can't tell anyone
For they won't understand what they never have done
Self-love is important and moving on hard
But I can be happy on my own now and that's a good start

Friday, October 5, 2012

Fight

I promised I would fight
I swore before God and everything I didn't believe in
I swear on my once existing promise
I will fight with everything.
I promised I would not forget
I don't see how I ever could
I live with one regret
I haven't materialized quite yet
I swore I would prove my love
I realize it will be harder than I could ever have dreamed of
I will wait
I realize I don't yet know what that will take
I know it is worth it and I know what it means
I am yours, hollow as it seems
I know where I have failed
I can justify it with my tale
I will fight for you, tooth and nail


Revelry

Right now I'm envisioning
destroying everything
Right now I'm
destroying everything
And maybe later
when I lie down I'll regret it
Or maybe later I'll sit back in
revelry.
Today on the plane I dreamed about crashing
Today on the plane I said no
I got
one
last
thing.
The baby cried and I thought about
crying
Best friends dad died and I thought about
dying.
Got a friend's baby pic, thought about babies
Thought about you and wondered if only maybe...
Was that a dream
I had
No that was you
I had
Wasn't half bad or was it
half bad.
If
I had
it again I give all that
I had.

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Pebbles

Pebbles on the pane
Like freckles on your face
Delicately placed
Begging for attention
Pennies in my palm
Like falling leaves in autumn
Copper toned and solemn
Waiting for investment
Pebbles in my shoes
Like lying next to you
Everything is smooth
Nothing really changes
Pennies on our eyes
Like we have been alive
The boatman names his price
To love and to be loved

Perfect

There is one desire I possess
To say it would betray it
Just one longing in this world
For my soul to be whole
There is someone in my heart
Her being gives me meaning
Only one feeling that I know
I will never let it go

Friday, September 28, 2012

Walk

Bookworm, head of the class
And me trying not to be shy in the back
The back of your head is nice
I liked the view I got
I was always worried about money then
I remember when you asked me if we could walk instead of bike
I agreed and you bought me toast
Oh, how quickly we became friends
I miss Eduardo Dato
A crowded classroom on a narrow street
Windows open to escape the heat
A new view in the Palacio, facing seats
I liked when you sat next to me
If I ever walk those streets again I will cry
Hopefully with you by my side
Yo echo de menos mi bici y mi vida
I hope they miss me too

Significance

Your significance
Is not your value,
Nor your purpose,
Nor your source of meaning;
For you are priceless
Free spirited
And impossible to pin down.
Your existence,
Delightful as it is,
Is as arbitrary as your freckles
And as profound.
The consequence,
For better or for worse,
Of love,
Is your significance.

Inarticulate

It came, in vain, like hemophilia
Pouring my heart out, page after page
The ink and drink, fuel for my feelings
Finished, crumpled, thrown away
Tongue-tied, teachers ease articulation
Still could not find the words to say
In workshops and anonymous circles
Met indecision and uncertainty
At last, in mind, found peace and passion
When mind is sound hear thoughts of mine
Forget the notes and rote confessions
Between the lines we shine

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Babel

In my travels I have found there are too many words
Mud in an otherwise clear pool
From Babel on unending, til kingdom finally come
People, I fear, are destined to confuse

Emotion, unlike speaking, is the bridge between our selves
People, I have found, are people, no matter where
Were but there only two of us, my love and I alone
For two people with nothing easily share

When thus my words betray my thoughts, give thought to thought my dear
Share my sentiment instead and in that, the truth, you'll hear

Bokonon

Must everything have purpose
Well absolutely yes
Then I leave it up to you
To find a meaning for all of this
God then turned and left
Man conscious of his breath
Started desperately searching
Like a man afraid of death
Then stopped cold in his tracks
For fear of heart attack
If the search itself proves fatal
Then the question should be asked
Can the answer even be found?
While I'm still around?
If I find it will it lift me up
Or simply weigh me down?

Monday, September 24, 2012

Fair

He wanted something he couldn't have.
Onlookers shrugged and said 'too bad,
That's very sad,
But who ever told you life was fair?'
He thought back on memories he didn't have.
Surely someone had.
His dad?
If no one ever put that idea in his head,
Then why did he expect something he would never get.

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Universe

Staring at a cloudless sky
From a crowded hill
On a cloudless night
I look at you and ask 'are we alone?'
You look around and say 'I don't know.
But I don't think so, do you?'

Forest

The outcast protested innocence
Til his judgement day
He was pushed away
Couldn't see the forest or his city grow
For the trees got in the way

Wandered lost til he found a field
The skyline peaked
The forest breathed
Thought back on what was asked of him
He put his mind at ease

Confessed his guilt at his city's gate
Yes, you were wrong
You were so alone
Trust must build and you must change
But outcast, welcome home

Friday, September 14, 2012

Sirens

Monsters under beds, held back by night lights
Shadows on alley walls in a dangerous city
Painkilling kit in the medicine cabinet
Sirens never ending outside

Skydiving friends, adrenaline junkies
Traveling friends, come back with a story
Drunk driving friends, let's have another
Sirens never ending outside

Burglar alarms, right to bear arms
Monsters in closets and drawers
Have reckless abandon or be otherwise consumed
Sirens never ending outside

Wheat

Pretty little girl, so proud of her flower
Dances in the wheat
Her fathers voice catches her
Says time to come in
She feels the cold breeze that blows before a storm
But she loves the rain
She is not afraid

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Heart

Under thatched roof, in open savannah, Spinster weaves a tale
Flames a flicker, children gasping, at a story of betrayal
Far away and long ago, a young man chosen for his heart
Fortune smiled upon him, a wicked smile, and tore the man apart
Heart-man generous, Heart-man brave, Heart-man trust in everyone
Heart-man loses, Heart-man shamed, Fortune laughing at her son
Man with heart makes many friends, Spinster tells the kids
But hearts and men can both be broken, friendships can change with the wind
Heart-man learn, Heart-man grow, he meet new friend, her name Fate
Fate's sister Charm also like Heart-man, Fate tell Charm she has to wait
Fate show Heart-man happy future, he tell her that he will share
Impatience urges Charm, she curses Heart-man, he thinks Fate no longer there
Blinded by Charm, Heart-man is happy. Twisted, Fate seeks revenge
She will make Heart-man a very smart man so his happiness will end
Now cursed by wisdom, Heart-man wallows, he wanders far, discovers Truth
She is sad, lonely and naked, he offers clothes but she refuse
She say who are you, he say no one, she is so angry at his lies
I see right through you, you are Heart-man, see through me to see your life
So he learned his mother scorned him and of thieves and men of pride
He learned of reasons for some treasons and why friends may switch their sides
But Spinster is it true that Zebra cannot change his stripes
Not for me to say wise child, Zebra must decide

Homecoming

Oh my God,
And speak of the devil..
Sweet Jesus,
What a sight.
Holy shit
And hallelujah
Mother of God
That can't be right..

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Finally

I'll start with a promise;
I love you.
Honest.
I always have,
Nothing could stop this.
But something stopped,
What was that?
A romance or a laugh track,
A broken record of lectures,
A checkered flag for bad habits?
Whatever, I'm past it.
I would just ask that
You trust that I did what I had to,
I didn't plan it,
And I just couldn't stand it.
I wasn't prepared for the months long abyss.
My parachute failed.
Deadlines were missed.
I thought I hit bottom, it felt like I did,
But I kept right on falling,
Feared the pit had no end.
As I fell I was thinking,
What was I thinking?
I reminded myself of the reasons,
And continued to fall,
But continued to think,
Of the pictures on the wall.
I took them all down,
But they remained on my mind.
I thought of us often
As hard as that is to believe
It's happy and awesome
And then finally, finally,
I hit and it hurt.
I was jarred by your words.
What I needed was dreaded,
The silence was the worst,
But my quiet was crucial.
I knew I'd implode
I did, it was awful.
I did it alone.
Finally, finally, I knew I was ready
Finally, finally, I was at peace
Looking up from the abyss
I could see you looking back at me.
Waiting for each other.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Rest

On crowded streets, in summer heat
The pavement scorching on his feet
He bumps and bustles through the hustle
Hoping he remains discreet
With whiskey breath, he's marked for death
He pretends not to know it yet
His sole consoling thought in getting lost
Is there's a place where he can rest
So he jostles through the bottleneck
A shade in shades and faded threads
Not knowing where he's going
And forgetting where he's been
He's touched so many lives
Now they wish they could wash their hands
Lest their sterling reputations
Be slightly tainted by the damned
Look at him and brother Grim
They share a bottle and a stride
Hashing out the finer points
Of shepherding death and sheltered life
The sun is long and low and ready
He knows exactly what it means
The waking world will be the same
As this reoccurring dream

Monday, September 10, 2012

Train

A whistle in the distance
Signals that it's time to board
The Pullman bar is fully stocked
The porters put out their cigars
The station clock is getting angry
It thinks the time is running out
The steel tracks are clear and calling
The conductor licks his chops
The switch is set for Northbound
The lovers linger, lips are locked
Final call! the bellman bellows
One of you had best get on!
Fair ladies wave their satin scarves
Fathers shake hands with their sons
Friends and families bid farewell
The carnage very nearly done
But the lovers locked in longing
Can't bare to be apart
They hold hands on the platform
As they watch the train depart

Intangibles

I am sand between your fingers
You are wind blowing my hair
You try so hard to hold me close
I barely notice you are there
You want to shake me, I can feel it
You stomp the sand but it just moves
Then you notice it supports you
Silly sand is so confused
I truly love you, please believe me
If I could touch you, I could share
When I can't find you, I'm barely breathing
Then I notice you're my air

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Banners

Anything m'dear
Northern frontier
Good people within earshot
Lend me your ears
Everything m'dear
Everything you fear
Careful or reckless
Copper but clear
Shameless schism
Damned to be saved
Nameless victim
Unmarked grave
Casual forest
Tensions unaired
Rally the banners
Allegiance declared
Trivial m'dear
Let it be shared
Fighting for you
For m'dear I am here

Friday, September 7, 2012

Real


Back when it was good it was real good
Weekends on the beach, weeknights in the neighborhoods
We were young, fine, but in love and so alive
It was us against the world, yeah, and we were gonna shine
And we got along fine, we would talk of twenty five
On that trip to northern Spain we would dream about the Chi
I was for sure a different guy and yeah you were pretty fly
I’m thinkin if we coulda made it we woulda been something inspired
So I guess the reason why, after all the dust has settled,
Isn’t ever gonna cut it, so not even gonna try
After all you’re asking why, askin 'whatchu talkin ''bout' :)
But you shouldn’t have to ask because you know that I am out

Back when it was real it was super real,
Welcome in the sunset we would dance Electric Feel
No Dorthy clickin heels, no sleepin at the wheel
Just a pair of midwest twentysomethings chillin at the rio
This was back when you had sex appeal and I had still felt real
And you didn’t have your mind made up, I didn’t have a deal
Well that devil came acallin and his clock just kept atickin'
And our friends all watched in horror and our parents made us listen;
We never had that Venice trip, was stolen from the Citroen
And overnights to embassies were nothing but a laugh back then;
And After all you’re askin why and asking what I’m talking about..
I wish you didn’t have to love, you know that I am out

Back when it was good it was real good back when it was good it was good it was good

Thursday, September 6, 2012

Hills


Was it wind I felt, that stir in my blood
The evening on the hill, in the soil and mud
As we watched the sun set to the west as we guessed
What our lives really meant and we thought it was this
We knew we were specks in the universe
We knew we could wreck what was left for us
Yet we knew it was not for us
And we knew it in chorus
We knew we needed voices to be heard over the noise
But we know not where to start
So we will continue to tear it apart