Handsome Devil

Smiling in thunder, your astounding facade
You breathe then go under, you trip and you blunder
You paint your smile, your face is a mask
You hide what you are til i'm there then you crash
And you dance in your spotlight absorbing the stares
and they numb you and dumb you to insidious glares
And all the while you want me to be there,
to take it, remake it, and fake that you're fair.
Who knew pearly whites hid a vampires bite
Slowly draining me night after night
Don't tell me i'm wrong when you too aren't right
And don't expect me to return to the arms of a fight.
Dear pastor, in preaching, take your hands from your ears,
For my words are worthy and sound just as clear
Dont presume to know my thoughts behinds tears
Color me red and call me a rose, but don't burst at the site
of the thorn when it grows.

Some chance for us

I wake up to the sound of birds that aren't there...
I hear a song but it's been so long I cant seem to see it clear
I've...gone through days
I've...been walking through a haze
The things i touch don't fit my grasp
The words I speak don't seem to last
I think too much so my world just spins
The one I wish you were in...

Oh, the further I fall, the better it seems

The boy who cried, the girl

In wickedness a smile's façade,

laughter entrances though seemingly odd

And I know your mind lies elsewhere

That I am not always in your view.

I thought to be bit more strident, though

And not to let you wander, no

But a mind has boundaries all its own.

Tangled in a listless heap, mangled from

A lack of sleep.

And intangible though, the worries were

I strove to mend them, tend them

Make them something worthier

My nerves balanced on trepidation

Lasting only through hesitation

Fangs gleam through white woolen fur.

See the balance bend, my love

See the way we break it down

Taking, pushing, building, burning

Always winding, climbing, turning

Tempting us with lights of hope

Once again our saving rope

We're always coming back around

Fortunate Traveler

It's difficult for a wistful mind, so easily livened, a mixture of days...
Difficult for a girl of passionate exploration and a history of untied knots...
To be tapped on the hand, beckoned by alight eyes and a real smile,
to be turned
asked to discover a new history
to learn outside her own mind, her own brick wall
The very one meant to deter such proposals.
But the silence that falls between poignant moments
The cradle of your hand and spontaneous wrap
The dance in your eyes and...
the gift of your unhindered happiness.
I am fortunate to have seen this sign
Fortunate to have stopped to take a breath
Fortunate to have found a fellow traveler in time to save...
For what my own history had blinded me to.
What pebbled past may have ruined the step of my near future.
So gestures of friendship, concern, and care...please take my hand
There as real blood and bone
So I may touch and you may feel, and we may rely on the stability of each.
Retrospective gratitude replaced by daily appreciation of each, and every, most anything
I can only take in the peaks and valleys in anticipation and thrill
Hills in trees, mountains in hills, and unseen steps that litter the way
Adventurous, yes.
And now blessed by duplicate steps.