a home in the park

just give me your heart
and I'll make it all better
swing the love swings
make these moments last forever

and when we jump off together
both holding our hands in hand
we'll both land on the exact same spot
meant for us in the sand

we'll run off into the far out distance
never again return to this land
a place where we can go and play in large parks
have sweet memories fade into pebbles of sand

and our footsteps melt together
dancing in quicksand that pulls us so deep
making our bodies both unknown
never again will our minds have to keep
the lonely feeling of weeping alone
not having a single soul there at nigh to put
your broken but beating
black heart to sleep

so enjoy with me the sand today
we'll find some way to get away
make the skies turn gold from gray
make this park our happy home
where love can always stay

subway strangers

am I just
a destined stander
stuck in the middle
of some subway slander?

a passenger as sub rails grind
you can't see faces when you're blind
but when you're passing keep in mind:
trains make chances
intertwine

the winding wind
(as sub rails grind)
I keep in mind to
help me find

something I once
left behind
when my story
was maligned

so help me find it
that simple image in your mind
that love is two remitting subways
coming on the tracks combined

there are no silly danger signs
nor bragging, greedy,
people, mankind,

but who am I to you this time
save a dark and drawn-out
subway stranger
created in your cautious mind

drifter symbolism

who's that lonely lone drifter baby?
just looking for a home so he can get away
from maybes
and maybe-not friends
he sees
swimming in a sea of totality

but what is the sea?
save inclusive individuality
excluded from the current is he
destined to be
the only sitter under the tree
of all eternity?

where the grass grows tall
he won't cut it at all
nevertheless
he notes when searching victims fall
cause there's no voice to hear
when you're stuck in a wall
when it is all too clear
you've never been called

so paint the skies red
in your empty all
holed-out head
or even in a washroom stall
be yourself instead
and break out of those harnessing walls
you never know when a thing called tomorrow
ends up being dead

liberty

stop putting rules on me
when all i want is my liberty
that alone would make me happy
but what do you know about me

all you know is controlling minds
and teaching them to follow you
and your ways that are supposedly
better all the time, must i agree?
what do you know about a path
that i call mine
what do you know about liberty

if i had to die
just to be free
i would die most happily

but what do you know about trying to be free
tell me what you know
about liberty

the silent

the silent sleepwalk
approach death with an open eye
and look up to the skies
to find it's all talk in the mind

spread a so called cancer cell
to everybody who comes too close
while churches ring their bells
the silent sleepwalker glows
crimson red
in a garden of the rose

from the dead
sleepwalking around on Earth
he knows he knows that
he watches the world as it grows

but he sees nothing but misery
and jealous bodies he calls foes
but he knows, oh he knows
to be truly great a person must
show great love to ones own foes

silently sleeping
hes dreaming the same dream
that you've seen in all your nights
sleepwalking away from the fights
he reigns supreme
so learn from his lights

you

i cry silent tears
fallen and dried
for a heart that i once knew
gave its all and died

but i found you
and now we're here
back at the grave i tear
because you are here with me

and you can set me free
just by being who you are to me
something special i call "Dee"
but my heart is piled debris

i left it at a graveyard past
because i felt
it would be the last
but i found you
and life anew
when i thought all had passed

and so i try
here today to feel less blue
i walk this mournful path
ive walked in long days past
all because you're You

ranger

the lonely lone ranger
wanders all alone
looking, looking ever more
for a home unknown

in his own lonely zone
the lonely lone ranger roams
danger prone
walking on lucky stones
looking for some love and peace
other than bloodshed thats grown

over time his soul is dead
he walks alone all dressed in red
the lonely lone ranger knows how to tread
quickly, steadily, looking for a bed

to rest his worries
and clear his woes
oh, the lonely lone ranger, who would oppose?
when loving he gives
gets you out of the lows

that hes known all his days
walking without praise
the lonely lone ranger
treading his own ways