“words lost in purity”

light up the staircase of her memory
climb with precision catching pictures falling in the dark
all you meant to me is swimming so far away
into so many pieces I am immobilized
fly through the room in procession
losing atmosphere I choose a new way out
to hide away from the night and fall into the light
you stand still breaking clean from every trace of sin
into a new view a million colors crashing from the night
separate confusion from ambition burning deep inside

walking through the streets
faces with half calculated expressions
move free but don’t go away until it all makes sense
stand across cathedral bells and towards the future
a spark to ignite inspiration yearning past school yards
all around we move through comprehension one more time
every emotion falling from the inside
words lost in purity

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“numb your fingers”

stumble out of focus burning for new memories
lost again to this silence
press my face against the window to feel time
I lose directions all at once
a value so introspective
they wash away the future with just a glance
secrets burning through the wind
choose all the colors yearning from the light
write down the definitions to fight for your life
pace up and down the trampoline held up by your youth
spin across the wires to numb your fingers from retrospect
I see you through the crowd
you wear so many masks to hide from it all
spitting out a new frequency in blue and green
sit still in this isolation and face the wall
crumple up words on paper until you find truth
I saw you with chemicals in your voice
one more chance to spin across disbelief to make it right

“rejuvenation”

under the trap door we lose ourselves between chemical lies
all the colors of sadness disappear before creation
faces beyond interpretation to string my values
step to stand still against an emotional wall
dreams pressed so severe you leave me crawling against time
shake my introspection behind street scenes
paint the discoloration of a secondary relapse
push apart the sky with a gift burning for freedom
a skyscraper to dodge secrets buried from time
behind amplification pushing to describe a lost sequence
we need them here too long to understand
outstretch my hands to paint sidewalks because I miss you
lost in the streets to fall victim to sleep deficits
hide away from siren screams
men walk through supermarkets to reveal every moment left alive
you confuse love & morality but wear the same mask
blocked by the only passerby we duck every scene of your march to hold onto their life
We stare across secondary crowds to film seconds disarming from an outburst of rejuvenation

“Paint the Photographs on the Wall”

I’m staring through the window one more time
all the colors press against my heart
Every blue and white shapes the shadows away
all the days gone by
watch the ice strain through the distance
Children push their nets through the streets
Like a circus ring we never have to pretend
The games we used to play
run to whisper through the light
Light up the days
Christmas edges close in the air
when we used to dream in the dark
spark the light against the mismatched distance
everyday when we used to pray differently
if I could hold a difference through your eyes
Shake my lost understanding
I still see the outline against your back
all the bridges we used to break
I watch you paint the photographs on the wall
All the words breaking the shadows away
Colors bleed from you hand
Every part of imagination you persuade
When you used to remind me of the past
I never had to shut my mouth
Now I know the future is here to stay
The children don’t have to hide their words deep inside
If we could start this all over again
Suspend this time forever in our hearts
You make me wonder why
You make me wonder why
Everything that we could ever be
You just make me stronger
Everything that is possible

Like a ghost we walk the streets
I know things are better this time
Burn through the focus and stare against the light
Jump against the air
Doesn’t it feel right this way?
Doesn’t it feel right this way?
Shake the shadows into thin air
If I could feel again
Watch the horses cross the sky
Do they have secrets left to keep?
You never lied to me
I feel so much stronger in this place
I feel so much better
Forget when their words broke the glass against your heart
I know you make my dreams come

“Stare Through Medical Lies”

stare through medical lies

days lost

when they use our existence

remember when they broke down the bridges in San Francisco

take back the words that define the solider’s last command

I’m the one hurting to imagine it fall apart before your eyes

save every color fallen from your eyes

words burning through my head

pushing in all directions they shock every substantial lie burning across your skin

years leaving this town

years to prove my faith

shape every detail before we say farewell

before when they were so much better

when children watch ghosts locked away behind words on film

walk through the staircase and lie across the pages of every book in detail

lights burn away every chemical misunderstood

imagination locked behind transparent skies

when sickness falls to the ground

hide away in your own security

places too numb to feel

conversations buried away

pick away at this disguise

pick through the amnesia

colors driven to the shoreline

we watch all the ships sail towards this lighthouse

a million letters to my best friend

I can’t wake you now

when we can’t feel tomorrow

“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