“enumerate cathedral walls”

i’m at the stoplight trying to remember it all…

before we crash against tomorrow…

Fuel up my insides with disbelief

I hear all the photographs talking about the lost collapse

a million sounds lodging through my brain

fall through the stairs to skin my eyes of sin

One more pinprick to control obscurity like design

shuffling past all the days written in your head

try to imagine a future without recourse

I see the aspiration written across the depth of instability

To conquer a million mountains for you

to withstand the longevity sparkle through your eyes

watch us roll down the hill to burn instinct beyond infinity

walk through time to wash away every ounce of pain

step across monuments with a million lost gifts inside

drive to stand still

enumerate cathedral walls

we watch them describe a piece of faith to amplify every ounce of self control

 

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Crystal Static Machine

tried to erase the hours inside my head

break the walls inside

it’s tomorrow I can’t feel

sounds breaking through my window

I have a choice

I have a voice

that won’t distance

before I take a stance

a crystal static machine

prove my denial

change so optimistic

the gift in your hand speaks with clear stained skies

look at the world with new meaning

are you the dream running far from the shore?

like exaltation carry ships past a million years of movement

the future half ingested

yearning for a deeper breath

close the frequencies pinned behind the damage

wrap a piece of treachery in every envelope

a sentence half completed

a word locked deep inside

the final view from your eyes

images pace my determination

every sequence out of memory

flash light photography catches a lingering breath

an empty hour inside your head

reverse the substance left on your lips

memorize the forecast in every detail

perspiration evaporating sickness

dust off dreams in the memory ward

you’re the reach for focus without modified lenses

I’m running up the stairs

don’t pretend we face this battle all alone

don’t lock up all instinct

don’t fake direction

don’t manufacture half separations

the gift in your hand speaks with clear stained skies

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

like pictures broken inside my hands

pray for a miracle

when I’m not drowning inside

look towards the sky when every dream comes true

to have you in my arms again

is it all pretend?

am I just watching the visions inside my mind?

am I watching something lost at sea

when the boats circle their distance

when we run towards the shore

when every footstep breaks the barrier

every border around your heart

a million birds fly through the sky

like pictures broken inside my hands

scatter them across the ocean

put every piece together

and hope for mankind

jump through the sky like reverse magnetism

sparks fly through the electric wire

like the stillness gone away

chains broken inside

focus on every detail