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I cant avoid the dangers,
that keep my heart alive.
If I love and I am not afraid than
truly I have loved.

The surface tensions break dreams,
we cant collapse now.
This pressure will be here.
We can call it time for an instant.

Don't love a substance
that takes you away from
the present and the future
or
erase the chance to,
let the self hatred be in the past.

digestion with straight eyes a must.

Some places,
even in yourself can be dangerous.
so we let the rain plain off the
the pane we call our windows.

There is a night that we can sleep tight
lets be loose this one
I know I will see you in my dreams

Dream

Not meant to be more than what I am
but I know I am not yet me

I am,
on the track, making the rounds
completing those circles
mapping out those squares.

Defining the purpose of my life.

laughter and love
sunshine and snow
salt and water
a skateboard and a girlfriend.
a page and a pen.

We celebrate the fact perfection cannot be found
here
we sacrifice for each other
we love now like the past was only good to us.

money

space
easily filled
when needs give into pleasure
a simple gesture
no regret

force the close
when the capital forgets the people
we loose here daily
count the money to keep feeling alive
when the debt of death comes
no amount of green backs will suffice.

its always an open hand.
fuck you pay me.

One of us

dreams realized are dreams gone

repeat

the actions of perseverance.

Move forward

not all faces smiling 

can be trusted.

See we play the positions needed,

sometimes the regret happens 

before the deed.

So when dinner is set

sit down.

Anymore

So we can build
but the best parts are watching this break
like a false understanding
we fail to communicate
how do I describe this to you
when your best part is that you just over look.

scraps and glass
once fragments of a whole
still a whole lot of life to give
more to live
so we sit standing.

We let fear here steer nothing
these are calculated
cold,
manipulated
and correct
misconceptions
of the way we should die.

Convictions are not to be tested
if you don't know the history
you should learn
few things teach you more than the past.

Don't take advantage of me
my friendship is not a weakness
and don't think I forgot how too cut throats.

For me its easier to walk away
than it is to stay
but you know
Three years and counting,
I'm working on it.

Down to dealing

Cold,
a stones throw away from me
but blessed with the blankets I call sobriety
fake it to make it
but its the same
as even the dentist keeps gum in his pocket
but the blemishes
of friction keep the castles grinding down to the dirt
nothing last forever
and its easier to say bye to a love than it is to keep it
so we focus
toward the sun set
another dead day
so lets bring the night in
with nerves of steal.

But it is

Existence finally

finally

found me,

these old wounds never felt so good

so I stay with 

rolling on 

keeping to the rules

that life

has taught

me.

Like a ship

never true too sink

or that moment

you thought was gone 

but it waited for you

just seconds

the right place at the right time

always

so it seems

so it should be

LABELs

push past this plastic
like the
remedies were made to actually
hold us from the truth of real sight
this tangled mess is what we breathe for

cant keep the control
wouldn't if I could
some if not all things should be left to the tides
like the wounds ripped away
what would you be
if you couldn't remember your suffering

the strength today is between the ears
so we sit in silence
my favorite sound
the echos of it
I wake to chase
like the days Budweiser was breakfast
no faster way to break
self reliance

Straws for arms

Out of the dark
in to the morning light
where we will be alright
cold and shivering
hungry and
nerves wasted
wasted by
giving the best parts of ourselves

to

people that will be nothing more than missing.
not a lie to say
that I wont remember your name
but I wont forget your story
makes me think what you would look like when you cry.

but the pain that comes today
goes away
we are always homeward bound

I
I
I  want this more than life

don't let people eat your soul
like tape your own mouth shut
we all have to work
but we don't have to work against ourselves
might as well be your self standing in your shadows shadow.

not a scarecrow here.

Broke skin

Catch me with one hand in my pocket
a lonely miracle
on my knees praying with my fingers crossed.

The streets push the one track minds down the one way street
so I keep walking against the flow
keeping contact eye wise
with those brave enough to look into my tunnel of vision.
basically its the same
skin and bones
looking to shed some clothes and climb some fences.

Get up and get out
but somethings are done just to show movement
so its a pattern
one after the other,
than repeat
just don't make the fatal mistake
of fading the days the same way.

Dull
a quick reaction can sever
the last true one standing
I know how far I have to reach
but I keep it close enough away to
let it watch me build with out it.

An open hand
covered wounds
and hidden talents
keep the silence
it will keep the mind at ease

so what if we please ourselves
there are points when that is even difficult to do
so use praise with caution
too much can stop the wind.

Things blow away for a reason
don't let the false truth be the season

Transmission

That beat that keeps the light lit
no matter if I am right or wrong
this is my predicament
so I fight to watch these stars fall.

Something in my spine
like I know this is the road that's less traveled
only a moment
that's all we get here
a matter of time
lost in this matter of life
and some where back there
crossed the line
so I will stay on this side.

With you and her.

Holding on to each other
like memories that are fading right in front of us
People are worth the sacrifice,
something has to be worth
worth what I can give.


Now it seems that ill fumble my tongue
as I stumble with lies
cant figure out why
guess the truth is just a plain picture.
its something we can all understand.

so lets understand each other tonight
keep it all in view
and watch the sun and moon fight.

Keep a cage

Test,
Rest,
Guess

than a sad letter
but we will always struggle to make this lettuce taste like cheese.

You should meet me
meet me at the breakdown
to give these pages something more than
sweat and blood.

The angles in my head
no sound to shake a song off
but
the bricks here are built with only sand and water
what else do you need.

Fresh endive and cross contamination
a picture perfect disaster
read less shit
buy a dictionary
and sing for me cause I will never keep a canaries in a cage.

Value

Its starting to unfold
like all my actions were right
even at my very worst.

The thirst is still there,

So the time to drown must be delayed
like the building of the cross
sometimes all tomorrow will bring is a burden.

Live for the day that you are alive,

So I keep a close eye on my footprints
remembering to look back
to see where the Hell I came from.

In Line

rebuilding those walls
these laughs need to echo
not just for sound but as a reminder,

like oh ya that's right laughter
how could I forget.

than the shell opens again
and you see the way people force the day to move.
It will turn no matter what you do,
the natural flow has been forgotten
for granted and lost.
To many take advantage.

A big race to that certain finish
as the fools acquire mounds of material
I keep an eye on my harvest
cause when it comes time to count in
I know what really gets weighed.

Over paid and over paid attention too
the most of you are.

So I walk

like two left shoes and some big black bruises
this,
this,
is MY pleasure cruise.

12 dollars extra

Basically,
the black shadow still haunts my page
so to keep it white plain and empty like the average American would be a shame.

Hard to live with
so surely now the words seem so far away
the passion has
gone down to nothing. So If I figure out the end before anyone else does...

I will do what I can
but what more can I do now,

what more?
spell something?
but its still 12 dollars
still.

Flowing, the blood is just,
not over cautious
but cautious over you
so we dig,
plaguing our hands with a time different than this
But the thought process is moving
producing a non balanced bitch.

Its alright

I do what we all do,
I create
but you know
I am not talking about bringing another life in here.

I read and I'm not talking about the lies they print
to keep the majority of us under a fist of iron fear.

I listen and I am not talking about the advice you wish to give
it took a while but I'm comfortable in my own skin.
but its alright because there is beauty in the breakdown

So I watch the cast of the shadows
filling the empty sand,
the magnitude of silence
sits in front of me
and when the chance to feel small comes

I take it.

I just hope we all finally realize before its too late.