White Noise

i listen for your voice on the wind

all i hear is static

so, this must be the end

just what kind of love was it?

pretty pink flowers dot the highway

as i drive with reckless abandon

searching for the right tree to hit

i listen for your voice on the wind

as if you were some angel

no, there are no angels in my sin

no angels

no heaven

no fate

no god

just the sound of my wheels spinning ‘round 

a soft soothing sound

the way your voice feels

like white noise carrying

me off to sleep forever

end transmission.....

My Frankenstein

i can feel its presence

slow and methodical

never stopping, never tiring of the hunt

the stench of its raw breath

over my shoulder

i fear

i fear

nearer to the end i fear

i am caught in the viciousness of its trap

the beast from the darkest depths

unmentionable

indefinable

unforgiving

dear god what is this hell i've created

i am prisoner to its evil

and yet drawn to its power

the seizure of my very soul

i fear

i fear

nearer to the end i fear

this

this

silence

The Sacrifice

a man walks into a dark alley

knowing his fate

the bullet that kills him

will be fired from his own gun

his death will bring light

into all the hidden corners

that darkness covers so well

he has sacrificed much more

than the life in his veins

he has sacrificed a past rich in memories 

but prevented a future filled with despair

is there room in heaven

for martyrs of the heart?

Highway

my clothes were clean

and my shoes were new

as i stepped onto the highway

prepared to catch some ambition

or get lost on the endless white line

whichever came first

how was i to know?

how was i to know?

you were chasing the fleeting hope

the long highway pretends to conceal

now, i can’t shake you long after you’re gone

and this bewilderment i left at home

has found me standing all alone

soiled and worn

facing the cold road of my final days

how was i to know?

how was i to know?

i was still looking for you

Follow Her

divine-

she flows into layers of uncharted mystery

searching for the essence of spirit

(i cannot follow her)

ethereal-

gliding through the madness of silence

that falls down on my world

(i cannot follow her)

deep in the nonplus of a haunted reality i plunge ever further into the fire of solitude and there is no release

from the torture of knowing the taste of despair

no turning away from the sounds of twisted voices that weave patterns of obsession in the spoiled air that

surrounds me

everything that once was in my grasp has fallen into the void of an intense blue mania that covers this now

hollow world

divine-

she flows into layers of uncharted mystery

searching for the essence of spirit

(i cannot follow her)

ethereal-

gliding through the madness of silence

that falls down on my world

(i cannot follow her)

drenched in the sacrificial blood of my martyred soul the tentacles of the beast in my visions reaches out to

test my grip this plane of existence

the hope that once was grounded by the presence of her flowered beauty has eroded in these long nights of

self persecution

as i willing give up my hold on this savage civilization filled with the assassins of truth i feel the warmth of

eternity gracing me as i now have found the way

to follow her

Sprinkle

make ya

feel good all over

feel good all over

time

time to make ya

always in my back pocket

a little sprinkle of dreams

a little twinkle of good times

always in my morning rise

a dose of love in your smile

a little taste of sunshine

a little taste of expectation

always in your morning eyes

no, no, no that’s not right

i follow the curves of your beauty

closely inspecting the subtle spots where a man could lose his mind

my warm breath softly falls around the secrets your gentle movements conceal

the taste of your anticipation lingers on my tongue and excites my appetite

a little sprinkle of dreams in the morning

time to feel good all over

shall we begin? 

Remember Today?

it's all too soon you hear that cracking sound

and the shadows come racing across the ice

softly saying it will be alright

cause this is not the way you'll be coming back

remember the day hell froze over?

when whispers fell like snowflakes and the tears of the angels danced around our words

because today is a bleeding heart pouring empathy over the cauldron of time

because today is a martyr sleeping in the doorway of regret

because today is the twist of lime in a glass of dust

remember the day the levee broke?

after the demons went to lunch grumbling about the mandatory overtime we caused

faintly in the distance you hear the cracking

restless emotions scan the area for shadows

no, that is certainly not the way back

moving forward into the past

tripping into hello when we can’t seem to remember how to say goodbye

because today is never coming back