on idling

i like to spend my days
idle
thinking nothing but thoughts
that will help me become less idle,
that will help me move forward
in the aisle of life

yet i cannot proceed;
my mind is stuck on an island
where if you bleed,
you bleed
and you're stranded,
standing there in the sand
all alone and
there's nothing but watchmen on the boats
lying down on a supposedly supportive
ocean bed

i stretch my spiritless hand out
but they're all laying there
lifeless on an ocean bed
i often wonder if they know they're dead
but as long as the boat keeps moving
at least they're getting ahead

love

i love the sound of
silence, except when it's not
coupled by your voice

whisper

come over here
stop speaking so loudly
put your face close to my ear
and whisper while I hear

about your problems, struggles
troubles and questions,
and
I'll offer you all my best suggestions

murmur out your feelings in words
which go through my ear and
straight to my heart
and we'll start, together,
to take your problems apart

I don't need your voice
or all your obnoxious action
put your face close to my ear
and whisper while I imagine
your world without a single distraction

street dreams

it seems as if
I walk these dead
broken midnight streets
alone and

while the world sleeps
I read the road signs
that nobody
really understands.

I catch the whispers in the wind
of comatose dreamers all around
and weep;
yet I go home and burry them
so I can wake up early
and discover what I've found

every night I do this
and every night I see
the street lights are here,
tonight,
and they shine their light
just for me

lovers on a mountain

The sound of silence
hovers above us
like a helicopter with no wings
waiting to take us
to a better place.

I see, in your eyes, however,
something that could never
be taken away,
and in this moment, at least,
forever is here to stay.

Your soul shines through to me,
it speaks to me in your breathe;
standing here on this mountain top
with you,
I can truly say
I am no longer afraid of death.

Savior

I ascended a great hill for you
just to get a view of the dark meadows
that you've been through

I slipped on the malevolent ice
shining like the devil's eyes
just so that when the day came,
when you chose to reach the gracious skies,
I could give some symbiotic advice

I stepped on every little bug
that you would have stepped on
only to feel what the insect had felt
and then, in my empathy,
tell you not to do it twice

I faught wars with other men advancing
and in my own glory
I let you do the dancing

And when you tried to follow me up,
grabbing at my feet like a man hanging
on a long line of dangling souls
I looked back at you and offered my hand
so that you could achieve your goals

You reached the top because of me
yet such a shame it was that you could not see
that in your state of ultimate paramount
I, too, was set free:
with you I became holy.

Alleyway

I come out from under the alleyway
with nothing but myself and my mind
such a shame that the rest of the world
was blind to the darkness I hid behind

I breathe my soul through my smoke
like a cold winter breeze
becoming the raw and unemotional words
I once spoke with so much ease

I pull spirits from the fire
the only light I see, inspires,
and when I'm done
I run for all my desires;

I try to catch something that can't be caught
or taught to the masses of people.
I carry a pointed knife that teaches
the savage word of God's only steeple

Still the outsiders dont see
real revolutionaries aren't made for free:
We're all people who have been maligned
and cursed like dead body debris,
trying to survive the alleyway
and to save the future
of outcasts like me.