“The Color Wheel”

to make me feel again
clutch the atmosphere with this distant voice
memories lost in a criminal world
a mind to out-sharp the distance
burning before desire breaks every inch like brittle determination
stare at all the colors lodging from your back
all the colors of the fortitude
I caught a glimpse of your footstep
to out-shadow… to distrust
the dust of your refusal
a distance they refuse to touch
only in my mind you set me free
locked away for a hundred years
I feel the shadows reach out from the lake
to burn my freedom apart
when time hopes like an epidemic to witness
God at my feet
when you use your device to control my multiplicity
to embrace all my fears at once
to break apart the feeling lost in my heart
to stare at the dust…
when we used to feel in the dark
holes in their memory
when we witness pride
in the mirror’s garden every dream came true
to withstand the beauty to control
to walk across the bridge in magnitude
to color your dreams with mine
to witness the future
more than an obsession
more than an observation
every hour spreading from your wings
when we push all the colors apart
to choose the distance
to lose you forever
I’d rather be alive alone with this memory than to never have known

the color wheel

lost against your heart
the damage to leave so suddenly
all the days paved away in Gold
every hour we have had against the light
every word written in Heaven
I see you in every word broken through glass
like the butterflies stand for freedom
blue the color of your dreams
green every depth of your heartbeat
silver like the words lost in the wind
the calamity of your fortune
to recreate your heart across the sky
everyday of brilliance
written upon the stars
to outshine
to redefine this urgency
apart of the freedom locked behind harbor’s door
to suspend the disbelief written across your eyes
If I could withstand your beauty
trust can only happen now
I hear the sense drifting from your eyes
I hear a million frequencies written across the stars
to make me feel alive
to strike the match into the shadow’s eye
I see all the days define the broken pieces
we stay in this world
every vice determined
you are my fortitude
my final guidepost
to pull apart every secluded dream
a neon circus
I see you break down illuminated doors
to dream away tomorrow
you haunt my every move

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“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?

“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

 

 

shelf-life

confusion beyond deterioration

looking for hope within

like the tunnels diving deeper inside

change beyond recollection

seams we tear apart with apathy

a clue into your instinct

the right to tranquility

men crash in shopping carts

time lifting from their hands

catching a million photographs in the wind

the bright colors drifting me closer to you

like the chemicals drifting out of sequence

a false analysis like sedimentary angels

when I grip my faith across billboard screens

the sounds lighting the future

colors like emotions re-separate

the time clock spins faster but I am drifting backwards into this chair

all the determination withstands a shelf-life

re-ignite and re-engage the glass of a broken dream

photographs lost behind locker room doors

pages turn but they won’t listen

try to grasp control but I am falling

retreat into this world

where lies don’t stick to the wall

tune the radios where dreams can’t be discerned

into the depths fighting in the distance

analyze memories under broken microscopes

grasp the lenses past hidden instinct

weigh madness on uneven scales

half a reaction

half a burning dream

photographs lost behind locker room doors

if we find the key to stop it all

if we rinse away our tears

chain myself up inside this room

eyes that watch, but never speak

colors half mended, half inspected

the words lost inside your head

a secret code repeating through the halls