Travel Back To Travel Back

I saved your words in a bag 

Drove around the world, forgot they were there

Came home to unload my trunk

They were nestled between my needs and my wants

Just in time for me to almost remember

Who I was last december

I emptied my bags, tossed them in a can

Back to the drivers side, I blow to warm up my hands

At a stop sign at the end of my road

I see your face waiting in the cold

Shivering like a leaf I almost forgot your name

So I drove by and waved

I watch your blue eyes turning to stone

My bags by your feet say you're not leaving home

I became the sinner, not the Jesus you've made

In your head was a lie, I could never stay

It is proof to me now that I already forget

The words written on your head that last night in your bed

Or the look on your face when I unfolded my maps

As your past was anchored down sternly to your lap

And you only love me because you know nothing else

Wondering why you can't escape my smell

As the wind carry's on with a new scent everyday

From a far away place, I promise, I can't stay.

Sand. 1942

Young see the world

a playground full of candy and sand

oh what a night...

the things you'll never understand

how unfortunate for your sweet palms

you turn to ash before dawn

and rise to the sky in the back of their minds

with out a scream to leave behind

blue eyes mark the beast

swiftly knocked you off your feet

whispering, it'll pass...

as your mothers tears turn to gas

holding your hand

holding the things you'll never understand

the chance to be a man

to be solid and cold

to have the strength, knowledge to fight the control

erase those numbers that turned you machine

you'll never get the chance to be seen

as anything other than dust in the sky

an awful smell that will fade in time

a factory of ignorance is where you lay to rest

your last home, your last dream, your last breath

and you dream of candy and radio static

as you gasp for air watching it all fade quick

watching your mother lay stiff

she's holding your hand

oh the things you'll never understand

how that moment made you a man

how you became the playground full of sand.

Art

trash in my yard

for real

i cant even see the grass

pass

i should maybe pick it up

lazy

i'll call it modern art

don't laugh at my style

creative

the white tissue  compliments the brown

mountain dew can

composition

it's a beautiful thing

dog shit

life

living, recycle

don't mock my yard

it is modern

envy

you have it

lazy

i make it

humanity

full of excuses.

Kicking Pebbles

Sunny skies, open your arms once more

Let those clouds travel down, I am prepared

because you make me feel I belong

standing on every road I'll walk upon

kicking pebbles under my feet

how complete is complete?

Yesterday my words drifted down the stream

my tongue wrapped itself in the depth of machines

I flew by you without wonder or desire

as the wind fed the fire

I noticed you standing alone

a simple hello made us both feel at home

you muttered a speak

stern as a earthquake you said

"this place is just a cage, in a box, under the bed"

but I am just a girl

in love with a boy

who makes and dead scene feel like a home full of joy

under the bed is where I'd spend the rest of my days

if you kick the bucket and stay

Sunny skies, open your deadly arms

Let those clouds travel down

today, I am prepared

because you make me feel like I belong

standing on this fucked up road I walk upon

you noticed me.

Funny World

There is a field I dream of,

waking up early to admire

the fog laying gently on the corm fields

as the sun sets fire

the trees stand with approval

this is how it should be

the wind whispers past the window

I've written my name on

what a funny world it is

what a funny world

and your still sleeping

dreaming of...

God only knows

but here is a field I dream of

right outside your window

I'm dreaming, wide awake, myself

I'd rather be no where else

to watch the sky paint its self blue

because soon the fire will wake you

welcome you back to my dreams

I'll write your name next to mine

you blow me a morning kiss

What a funny world it is

What a funny world

and they ask why,

why this smile never leaves my face

they wonder.

Its a funny world.

The East Loves The West Tonight.

I slip under the sheets in silence,

nestle like a autumn leaf.

Oh, the season is just right.

I'll face the east side tonight,

feel the west breathe down my spine,

Goosebumps emerge in its gentle breeze,

how it curls my lips and locks my knees,

I couldn't dream of anywhere else to be,

tonight, is just right.

Under the sheets where it all makes sense,

a furnace of wordless monuments,

lay firmly in place under the sheets,

as our legs form the shape of a deep rooted tree.

Our shadows hide by the light, I shut my eyes,

the east loves the west tonight.

Washington Ave.

The sun is setting.

The half lit moon motivates me to go,

follow the sky,

drive.

A parking ticket, I brush it off

and I drive.

Not enough stop signs,

not enough lights,

just enough time to follow the night.

When fate becomes a plan.

it is dangerous to proceed,

I've decided there is no conscience stopping me.

Fate is a lucky guess.

Stuck in the right lane behind blinking hazard lights,

maybe a sign?

Maybe it's right.

But I've got this eager sensation,

to be somewhere new,

guiding me closer,

closer to you.

The Day He Left

Silent walls with weeping webs

The cold still sweat steeps in the bed

The gravel roads too far from home

A place where silence is less alone

Now wonder off to fleeting springs

When wonder proved what life could bring

We'll watch the lights flicker and mumble your name

As the stiff of your eyes says you're not here to stay

Out of this prison you've left the night

As we remain in the place of only good-byes.