clarity : downfall : recognition

wasted decades. the clock ticks down to our final seconds. because we never let love's beautiful voice grace our lips. air raid sirens steal the place of all laughter. since we only apologized on our own terms. we are held captive within cement and glass cages. our hands were never used to shake and our eyes were only used to pass along our judgemental glances. clouds of smoke and fire forecast our weather. nobody escapes this cannibal treaty. preist and lawyer are left homeless and searching for work. the mortician and the gunsmith compose the vertebrae of this frail society. the general holds his troops in the empty cathedrals. run to the hospital! find the stockade! put your faith in your arms! genetics dependent on ambush and nihilism. everything worth fighting for was consumed by stubborn self-dependence. we fight for the mob. you cry out, "oh God i can't remember the snow! i can't remember the way it used to be! i can't remember the rain! i can't remember the snow!" has the sky always been so tainted orange by day and so faded violet by night? we never would have reached this point if we had humbly folded our hands to pray. servant fetch the water! servant fetch the water! servant fetch the water!

you are cordially invited to the formal dance being held in the ballroom of the sunken ship

good evening miss, good afternoon sir. can i interest you in champagne or maybe some paint thinner? tonight the chef recomends the shards or glass. would you care for a rose or perhaps a knife to remind you of our romance. it wasn't supposed to be like this. we were never meant to live so meaninglessly. 9 to 5 reminds you of the stale air you choose to breathe in so effortlessly. you gave hope to the corporate machine. are you content with simply being recycled? noting to show but a gravestone worn by the rain. your soul flickers and dims. like every dream you let slip through your fingers at the sound of compromise. careful now! or you will become the skeleton in your own closet. safety and comfort haunt your every step. are you content with being recycled?

plan b

call me a heritic. call me a traitor. all Providence has ended. onward to the primative. everyone for themselves(this shouldn't be too hard for us, we've had our practice with it already.) these hands can craft salvation. we looked redemption in the eye and ran. now this mind must concieve a new way in. don't let them see you falling. don't let them see you crying. you can do this on your own. i was finding my own path. i was doing just fine too, with the exception of the blood on my hands. then Your voice called to me. it took me away. outside of time. i saw my life in slow motion. start to end. every word and every move. i cringed as i saw every mistake grow and cast a shadow over me. i watched as every failure ran its course an dmet at Your hands. this is what You had in mind. every action stripped of its meaning. nothing i do can change You.

staging a knife fight at my favorite seafood restaurant

this is the face of a free man who has never tasted his liberty. constantly pulling the dead to shore. blank expression. eyes fixed on the clock overhead. greed caught my eyes with its beautiful flare. lust swept my heart away with its intoxicating romance. all hearing blocked out by the sweet harmony of gossip. intricately produced curses are the only taste on my tongue. the vast intelligence of pride has captivated my mind. monotony started the spark that consumed all my passion. these three walls are the only home i have ever known. the door is locked from the inside and i'm trapped with the key in my hand. this key has always been written on my hand but all i will ever do is stare at the doorknob(in self-pity and disbelief.)

we all have to give up our dream of becoming an astronaut sooner or later

remember what you mother always told you. find safety in reason. society cut out your heart and gave you meaning. shotgun shells took the place of the cross around your neck years ago. fists raised in the form of grenades. addicted to placing a tangible handle on everything your eyes could not explain. paper money. steel coins. economy. science. wallstreet. debate. anything to give you the upper hand. relieving the sting of the unexplainable. your words never defined truth. true love wasn't born from intellectual strategies. time spent pouring over empty pages that will never bring redemption. will you wait for silence and mercy to bring you home?

teresa falls up the stairs, teresa falls down the stairs

i can't remember when this began. but i know it hasn't always been this way. i used to know your voice. i used to know patience. i used to know peace. slowly my insides took over. telling myself i was my own. taking back what never belonged to me. such a simple, fearfull beginning. a little here and there. creeping like a theif at night, wearing black. leaving Your will shattered on the ground. i turned off all sense so i wouldn't have to feel shame. now i wear white and i come at day. stealing with no regret or fear. i know i can't keep this up. larceny is leaving me wearing thin. pieces of me that can not be returned. if i'm yours, take me! i'm so sick of sailing after my own ambitions. only to end up shipwrecked in the middle of the ocean. why can't i trust you? i can't trust your hands. even though they are the only ones that have held me. your palms scream of love!