I watch the ballerinas in the dark
every spoken movement counter-played
we can all find ourselves free again
inside and out mirrors study the emotional line
to run across imagination to re-process every critical point
we won’t ever stop running through daydreams
if we stop to questions why
if we stop to outline the detail on their back
will we ever understand which way we tick?
when you prescribe the distance I know the battleground too well
wake up another day to break this imagination across the silver screen
if you were next to me
If I couldn’t take a breath
I wouldn’t doubt redefinition
a vital clue going through your head
each slip, each belief to run through the sky
if I could speak
if I could speak to break the colors of silence
if I could speak like cathedral bells
if I could speak like the ghosts inside my head
to walk against the falling rain
if love didn’t fall apart inside my head
I see the shadows drop behind the heartache
reemphasize the social clues I am running so far behind
to cross out my window another day
tonight the church bells ring a different tune
to watch the cathedral walls one more day
to watch the smoke drop the critical line
to kneel before kingdom come every eye closed behind secrets reaching out for me
whisper past separation
tonight the church bells ring a different sound but only with you
Tag: dreams
“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
a checkmate broken alive
fight for the time
when we face the vessels
capsize a feeling of deterioration
my only time left alive
take the direction
when we take a stance
paralyze this true vision
blindness in ability
a concept detained
scraping the pieces lost from your memory
an aching cutting clean
face regression past instability
thread my sickness like Christmas trees
each light flashes inside your snowstorm
lodged in memory
ingest to face but burn away
determination lost in observation
a checkmate broken alive
blood that doesn’t heal
sweat that doesn’t reflect the damage left in your eyes
memories wish me away
roll down the boulevards
patterns ring with every measure
painting disciples
lost on canvas screens
trace against the rest
march into their wounds
protection cuts me deep
dreams sewn shut
cut off the guard buried from reach
faces we can’t memorize
abilities yet to break into film
every character finds their role
the weight of the arrow
illuminated with every mistake
days absolved
years burned alive
a forecast where we can’t numb time
faces left without an apology
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