Blooming

Fine as the water can fill the hole

ive felt this before i know, i know

that silence is matter and mass is the tears

i let slip through my fingers

you are away you are happier there

i hold on to something im not sure it is here

but something about something

there is a town i could find

with a little light on, a little light on

but music is guiding and its hard to leave

when most songs i hear remind me, of

everything beautiful and everything kind

a wishful amusement a comforting sign

that flowers do bloom

in the light of the sun

when tonight will come shining

because the hard day is done

planted

Dug a hole. Buried a seed, maybe two. watched it drink. watched it grow. and with little vocabulary. I learned what life was.

Dream Catcher

Here a dark night is rare

but i still, wish

i could be feeling your words

watching you talk wish i could be

the dark night over you

helping you sleep at night

your comfort dream catcher

like a tool you need to survive

stuff me in your sack and keep me dry

carry me to the top of every mountain on the east coast

and i will

protect you from the outside world

i will protect you from doubt and shame

when love meets no boundries

i hope you cross every boundry you can

and if you allow me to

ill live every adventure through you

happily your comfort dream catcher

how to prove.

the day is gone, the sun has set the alarm

now i wait for the next cloud to sing

happy birthday

they scream instead of sing

and i swear little by little hell is whispering

go back to bed

but the sheets cover my head

blocking the light through the window

im sheltered but i can still feel the wind blow

far from the places i dreamt

would be perfect, but perfect is a myth

a full heart is a wise heart

they said, learn to live with it

so the blood in my veins run thin full of asprine

and alcohol, to watch my tears fall

splashing into the shapes of animals and sky scrappers

the clock has changed but it is later, later than..

a reason to do what i can to fill my mind up with optimism

because anything would be reason worth living

but it is hard to see anything when nothing fills the mold

if there is nothing then the word alone is something to hold

aint it? cant it be true?

happiness is just a thought away they say

just think about it and it'll be easier than you think

but my boats, i build , i build them to watch them sink

so some time past my time an explorer can find

what i meant, what i was meant for

for sure. optimism set in. im happy again.

but the wind is still cold and the clouds, they still scream

now i dont want to wake up

i know, ill open my eyes and have to do it all over

pretend there is luck in four leaf clovers

send my prayers to the sky when man made prayer

like screaming in the middle of nowhere

itll only cause an avalanch and you tell me to be rational

but rational seems to be a bit more insane than me

to believe the bullshit written on the walls of D.C

democracy, try humanity and resting on the thought that

we will never undo to others

as they do undo to you

but i was thinking that maybe the world is drunk

I'm just sleeping on a rock in the middle of muck

slowly sliding off a mountain and ill catch my breath 

wake up to real sunlight

finally admit you were right

but the clouds are still not singing

happy birthday, happy birthday to me

so they scream, this..is not..a dream

this..is not a dream

and this is not..a dream

but i know somehow, ill prove to you

i can do unto you

what a wise heart is meant to do

prove that life is more than a law

a guide line to be moral

that love is more than just a word

because there is more to a nest than the birds

i could hold my breath until my face turns blue

to prove that this is how i know

i love you.