“The Lost Parade”

all the colors turn into red behind the street

I hear a million sirens reach out for me

pinned in silence they make that choice

process emotions like broken skin

stare across the needle to break the balloons apart

my veins have turned behind every blue and black

reach for the photographs behind every wall

bright as a daydream

bright as the morning sun

fall through the water to swim the pain away

every depth of broken glass in your hands

memories falling towards the ground

an ash of declaration

children run across the sky to the lost parade

remember when we used to color the distance?

they pull splinters through their hair

machines start to walk through the sand

men march with magazines pinned through their eyes

every word pressed through the skin

Advertisements

“code them with stars”

weave the stars like every lost parallax

turn my secrets into the fight of my life

I hear you calling

every lost feeling of regret

I hear you catch up to this broken security

every face numbered by time

call out everyday of creation

I see you set them apart

words calling me from the distance

as we step away from this violence

turn every page to withstand the beauty in their eyes

is this the end in your hands?

spin through these photographs

hurry up to watch the distance

people ride across the sky through hospital wards

up & down we can choose our way out

with every glance & every footstep tomorrow comes alive

lost again in the dark

wake up to chain myself against the mirror

it’s not black & white

when they call out from this point of instability

It’s not black & white

when they call to withstand every insecurity

break the world into my heart

take the test to prove a fault for mankind

whisper through the dark

shattering the glass with the weight of a hundred men

run through the boulevards with a million red balloons

break the colors through your hands to break this puzzle apart

a second glance a second chance

code a million stars past every vision

code a million stars to hide the screams in the basement

code a million stars to build this peculiar determination

if we can withstand the days lost inside your head

I see the traces burn through the wind

every color preventing me from standing still

every voice burning from your hands

every sound spliced through your integrity

conversations overused locked inside my head

mark it all against the walls trespassed half-ingested

Did I lose it all to find you coded with stars?

“to win this battle & conquer it all”

i see the faces through the window trying to get past broken memories

i feel time slipping & wasting up inside

call another stranger to dream it all away

words are broken against the wall

too tired to let this feeling go

signs are paved like magnetism

shift the desire into a new meaning today

colors cycle through time

i hear the voices call me from the ground

count the numbers like timezones to a million dimensions

step through this loss like an epidemic

shake my skin to feel alive before second glance

I hear it all coming alive like photosynthesis

a shock hits hard against their faces

can’t wake from this daydream

can’t force myself to change obliteration

i see a million colors bursting lost days with freedom

we climb on top of this hill with hope rising past every achievable point

i see you lock your future so bright to claim it all

don’t want to finish in second place

don’t want to let them put me away

to win this battle & conquer it all

i see the colors so abstract from a million points of view

coming alive in so many different ways

“People With Matchbook Eyes”

people with matchbook eyes

decipher which way we tick

seven strikes on film

like the broken bird upon your chest

past the point of declaration

stumble through sober breaths

collapse against these mirrors

mistakes end the colors inside my head

can’t choose my face out of obscurity

words take the young from the distance

remember figures like pin-point dreams

a horseman lost in their hands

break the kite against imagination

pick apart realization

a million red balloons burst from your eyes

drive through the wall before it’s all gone too far

my true reflection half-disguised

don’t waste your breath with this disease

lost suggestions wasted upon the shore

knocking on hidden doors

can’t find the words in your eyes to pave the distance

can’t find a way out

men waste away fallen with haste

laughter half-spoken splinters a faceless disguise

patients watch children draw through magazines

lost in hospital wards to count away time

colors in the hall ingest the future sparked like multiplicity

eyes stab my insecurities

every witness they guide to the promise land

every weakness torn apart by forgiveness

which way we break the days of turmoil

men stand in the distance

break apart their pride through shores on the hill

run through time falling like horsemen

every book on film torn through the wind

I catch you in the distance in a figurine

men locked across voices

drive past my youth to breach the hidden voices

a hundred visions lost upon time

shape my words like telegraphic skies

a longshot to every fortitude

I see a million colors in the wind

to break through the locks

to withstand the beauty of a hundred pieces

to pray against a memory gone astray

I see you in the distance

to walk the waters one more time

to wash a million sins away

I see you in the distance

to walk the waters one more time

 

 

“obliterate the colors on the wall”

I see you in the distance

run down pinned dreams

in the dark too hard to focus on recreation

memories flash by your head

scared to take cover

flash the light but you don’t see me this time

all the colors falling from your head

I see you strike memories like matchsticks

every burning ignition to color my days away

too dark to contrast

out of focus towards determination

too numb to feel

too dark to contrast

every radiation point hitting us harder and harder

every face we can’t recollect

a sudden impact in our heads

crash down the obliterated sky

miles away police scan for observation

he pays the price for the vices lined up against registered skin

all the chemicals in his hands to ingest the past away

to strike the match against the wall

to withstand every word far behind

to strike the headlights to understand

don’t know which way to turn

don’t want to obliterate the colors on the wall