Tomorrow is a Lie

A man of little faith has no limbs
With which to climb the highest peaks
In suffocating valleys of spiritual death,
He lies waiting  for the world to change
Long suffering is due to those sorted ones
Who refuse to accept their part in life's game
Those who run in hamster wheels
Untill they realize their endless peddling for naught
The morning sky's promises at a second chance
Should not be taken lightly like so many other symbols
Comprehend that the one you took this morning
May be the final sun you're allowed to see
Did you breath it in, and enjoy its every breath
Or were you running blind, forgetting its simple truth
The Sun will surely rise without you come next morn
If every hand had played, and the world had moved on
Blinking a wasted act of solid space and time
Yet uncontrollable like the forces that bind our fate
Wake up knowing that there's just minutes left to race
Or let them slip away and forever forget their face
Knowing your last breath wouldn't save you anyway
You would surely call upon yourself
Forgetting the ones standing left and right
And who could blame you anyhow
Self preservation is just what you were taught
Endings of foolish ones are always quite the same
Their moments of clarity come just a few seconds late

Recognition of Two

The halves inside of him wage their eternal war
Neither giving ground in a stalemate for the ages
The invisible line of sanity went unnoticed back then
Intellect and emotion twisted into a dreadful knot
He knows not where it begins or ends, only the now
How his choices once required only a collective effort
Now they tally points for sides in an all out dash
To the finish or where the origin of endings began
Loping in a close second is his dreamer's heart
His mad stares upon the horizon seldom fit for composure
Just once if he could escape his endless thoughts
He knows the only spot where he would land
To follow one or the other begs repudiation of everything
And to deny them both is the madness of an empty cup
Remembering fragments of memories serves as glue
That holds together such a fragile, brittle puzzle
Concluding another evening on a well sought out path
He closes eyes that possess a rather endless age
Though their immortal youth keeps his appearance well
Yet tomorrow continues the search and gamble
Morning brings new breaths to those who breathe them
Holding his familiar jostled bag, he sleeps under an unlit sky
As last light fades, he becomes one again, if only in his dreams

Rage, Dance, Fly

The days roll by swiftly with the abruptness of thunder
Seldom do they pause  for reflection of finer symphonies
Each moment is fleeting before it even comes to exist
Trying to grasp its elusiveness is a futile attempt at control
Time rarely bends long enough to create a taste upon the lips
Yet many die in its unending revelation upon mortality
This is the course of the Earth and all of the lesser things

Give me just today, and I will dance to the song of Jupiter
I will run the great race as far as the road will take me
Looking back is no longer a destiny of my callous brain
For I spent years looking at things I could no longer see
Give a drowning man a raft and he begins to swim again
The taste of this moment will carry me to the next if it's there
And if no one is waiting when I arrive, I know I gave it everything

Portents of a failing clock strike familiar in this dreamer's heart
The world's endless blur wraps around him like a heavy coat
To think faster than time moves is the madness of lessor idols
He who attempts control over fate is long overdue direct rethought
My eyes will show you the price I paid, They've painted a thousand walls 
Today I just sit and laugh at who I used to be when I once knew everything
I know of little today, but life is sweeter for all of the Hell I've raised

More than Ink

Mere words bleeding from a pen bring no justice to a page
Careless is he who has not bound his thoughts to some passion
Writers of dry, emotionless tales have forgotten love's great symphony
The dreamer writes to move the masses, enthrall you in a separate world
He dares not think of editing his emotions for fear of humiliation
For those he writes of are caught in a similar, thrusting wind
Lives brought into swift contact with his immortal dreamer's soul
Attempts to chain his imagery and cap his pen would dampen the page
Leaving behind little to be read, Making cheap the price he has paid
When he looked into the past, all he could see was all the blame
Every moment in time told another story and his pen but wrote
He does not entertain fears that his well will ever run dry
For inside the heart of the dreamer, there is always another tale untold

Thoughts Coursed to Pen, A Tale of Hearts

Can't you see me there, on the edge of the sand
I had been waiting for you to call out my name
I know there are shadows in the places that you go
They do not frighten me away from what I would say
Listless is the tide in the early morning dawn
Before the sun makes its approach on the eastern front
I've forged many treks to and fro over this callous, sorted Earth
My travels have spread the miles and years out between us
Yet I always remembered where we started off friends
I came back here no longer knowing who you were
I had lost myself too somewhere along the way

The trouble with the human heart is knowing where to land
We always think we know just where it feels safe and home
Yet the past remains to show us the error in trusting blindly
And our mistakes tend to linger like the paint upon the wall
The ocean though, its resurgence to the shore cleans up our hearts
Slowly it draws the mediocrity back from where it came
Yet the erasure of hurt and pain takes its time and is seldom scarless
Those reminders of fortune though, they serve us well
Visages of past and present collide somewhere in the in between
I saw you there at the edge of the water, and I knew you once again
Time has been kind to you my friend, The ocean salt has made you shine

Getting around the dunes, Evading all the extra space in between my thoughts
I came to speak to her, as she held her head in the dusky summer breeze
I cannot tell her what tomorrow holds, yet uncertainties hold blessings in secret
I may never be more than a writer with a pen, A scholar with an open book
The times may yet find me far away from the riches of the modern world
Yet I work hard, and I've found the secrets to life seldom involve materiality
Many man have called a woman on her beauty, But few really see and mean it
As the moon rises in the clear, midnight sky, I walked over and held her hand
I told her regardless of where we stood that I would always hear her heart
That I may not understand everything, Yet that I knew enough to stay
Told her she never met anyone like me, and that It was going to be okay
That no matter how it all ended, I would be her friend anyway

Time's Friends and the Footprints Left Behind

Breaths floating upon the wind
Even shadows cannot hide their glow
Temporal emotions cause their stir

Footprints planted in the cool sand
Pairs of them in a sidelong glance
Their proximity closely matched

Heartbeats dancing over the waves
The ocean forcing them back to shore
Eventual and Bliss, yet solid somehow

Time in its glass, pouring past it all
Slowing very briefly, but raging still
Its sands forever unfolding life's mysteries

Exposure of the Unlit Eye

When he finally stopped running
He turned swiftly about face
He realized that nobody any longer gave chase
He had outran all of the people, good and bad
He had ran away from everything
What now filled his visual view
Was a world left cold, dark, and gray
For in his haste to escape his demons
He left parts of himself lying about the ground
Where did all the years go, the happy times
What became of those he had loved and lost
Does it matter still what became of the mess he made
And the ugly facade he kept as he sped
Out of breath and colder still, he wept at the world
The things that had made him a man, stole his inner child
What is the present, but just a moment to recapture it all
To grasp what time is left on the immortal clock
Twisting it back into some recognizable fate
With the minutes that are left, becoming all that can be found
And giving to the next one all that he has learned
The life he lead in such haste wizened him even as it sapped his youth
Mistakes made while the pie was still hot
Looking clearly as he caught his breath
He swore not to repeat his infinite tragedy
With resounding wind roaring in his face
He turned back affront and walked with ease
Whatever he was sure to find there amidst the wind
Had to be much sweeter than what he left behind

Dreams of Angels

What I'm looking for may no longer exist
Yet it does not deter my dreamer's heart
Shadows fracture time's eventual status
Give me something I can see and touch
A memory that even time cannot erase
I've been running for so long now
No longer know why I started running
The beat of my heart as it slows
Down long enough for my blood to cool
In that place where echoes die
Once when I dreamt of who I would meet
I woke up to find that I was alone
Though I can still smell perfume
And its inflection upon the wind
I am looking for truths that outlive existence
The one that would dare to dream through it all
Have no fear upon my wisdom, but challenge it
Complete my complex nature and be my simple truth
The one thing in this world that brings back the laughter
I had when I was but a boy
The sound that has not escaped my chords
Since the day that I started this road
I've given away my whole nature in search of something new
I'll show you what a lifetime has done to my feet
Yet has kept my heart forever young
Take a chance and let love be all we'll ever know
I'll show you a road only dreamers dream of
The tide rests at my feet as I kick sand over yours
Our toes touch and I'm out of time
These hands I have been given
Their gentle nature underlies their physical strength
My heart holds them soft
Warmth from my soul repeats
Riff, Chorus, Riff