“red balloons fall from their hands”

turning on the inside to fall against all pieces broken in the sky

kites withstand the black glass shining through your heart

your beauty written across every page

turmoil in their silence, blinding the discarded ships falling the lost ocean

turn around to face the days rising on top of every collateral emotion

spinning with a deeper understanding of the hidden gesture drowning above the lakes

every picture on the wall, the still of your escape bleeding from every wall

withstand notes that decay like painted footprints across discolored sentiments

every inch of value rising from the glass ocean

inside you recreate pictures in amplified mirrored houses of figment

digging deeper for silver recognizing the survival- a horse’s instinct

crashing colors against black glass impacting surviving luminescence staining beneath your skin

dusting fingerprints impacted at the end of your mind

reveal the darker contrast of rising castles breaking sustainability

red balloons fall from their hands echoing past eternity

“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

“I hear tomorrow in your eyes”

I hear tomorrow in your eyes

past this point of view

to rule the existence

We watch children march across these wires

lost in the day behind this window

sustain this look past many years

we start to connect the skies

hold on to me

hold on to me

I watch the voices cross the line

don’t abandon this love

hold this string against your heart

pin every emotion towards the sky

we hold onto every day

don’t lose these years

will time break through the line across photographic skies

I watch the colors in the distance

all the shapes running against my mind

I take the blame for your mistakes

to shelter the fuel against the window

to break a million pieces of glass through my heart…

to break a million stars to remember how…

I see the sun shine behind tomorrow

I start to remember the lost days between hospital wards

turn the page through time and lift regret away

when can we run skyscrapers towards the sun?

run through tomorrow

don’t let go

don’t let go

don’t abandon this love

watch a million spirits cross the skies

I watched you fall apart behind every second

whisper this world away

press the questions like damage

was I wrong to make things right?

all this time burning away

gauge the glimpse of this light

the pressure is too thick to control

break this silence apart

losing every color in the dark

you can’t break these balloons around my heart

to feel this emotion too deep

to feel this emotion like a chemical control

start all the days over in my mind

mistakes like dancers in the dark

if the light doesn’t shine today

let it burn me apart tomorrow

am I always wrong to choose different directions to get us apart?

one day they will rise to Heaven

like concealer to hide the black and blue away

like concealer to turn this world apart

shake this feeling to the ground

laugh again tomorrow

soldiers hear tomorrow

it hits them to the ground

in observation we pray for a new day of forgiveness

if yesterday doesn’t tell a story

someday we will march across the skies

everyday to define my faith

if time doesn’t answer me past the gates to prescribe the adoration

I can’t numb away the days lost

spin around this maze like a million pieces of doubt falling from my eyes

reflect the mirrors to break through the distance

a million voices gaining ground through the distance

to perfect the colors against the wall

I have seen the shadows spin through your heart

close their eyes to remember

television screens paint a true glimpse of tomorrow

pray for the days to absolve these sins locked in my heart

watch a million spirits cross the skies

“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

 

 

“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

Men Push Their Days Away In Factory Wards

chasing cars like motorcade

reach through your mind

don’t forget the steps we choose to get this far

men push away their days

in factory wards

empty out my imagination

but are we doing fine?

cars crash behind longevity

pictures burned between my fingers

stamp out every frame

run through the horses

capture my faith

shake this pain apart

Between The Needle And The Thread

you hold me across the rooftops lost in memory

choices we don’t know why

counting the time left in my head

years wasting away in our youth

on top of the brightest sky

can’t carry the distance

can’t choose the relapse like the needle to the thread

so far away I can’t touch the waves

so far away I can’t find single soul

walking through the sandstorm

remember when the mistakes kept us hidden

remember what breaks me

remember what wakes me

so far divided between the needle and the thread

call the telescopic eyes

washed ashore burning the truth ahead

words bleed with past lives

wasting away in machinery

walking through the train

footsteps creek

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