Sincerity

Wreckage of a fickle mind
Dreams of day and night
Drunk between two poisons
Lost in the left and right

Placid lake of a subtle heart
Still as a held breath
Watching, always whispering
Ready ears shall know its depth

Born to bear both arts and scars
To wield and suffer reality
Like chambers of a human heart
Separated faces of integrity

Trust this profound simple truth
Try to understand the gravity
The pull of love and grace are but
Just death, with a little sincerity

Ambers

Looking up at the sunset
Smeared across the canyon sky
I know I'll never see the sun
To hear it sigh goodbye

The night yawns lazily across
The hills, the trees, into my eyes
I confront my demons by firelight
At least, I will surely try

Lit on both ends like a twig
Trying, dying to be free
I feel the warmth kiss my skin
But my lonely fingers still freeze

Uninvited but not yet allowed
I sit like embers in the dark
Waiting for your kiss of life
To fill this pit with sparks

No other whisper shall ever do
No other hands have know enough
I sit like embers in the dark
Hoping my fire would be enough

Sitting Here

As I sit here, waiting
Like thousands before me
Some have moved on past
While others stopped to sit

Not stopping, nor rushing
We try to breathe and listen
To the histories around us
And their haunting wisdom

Yes, like thousands before
We too come here to sit
Will we learn to listen
Or take a chance with defeat

For Love Will Not Love You Back

Do it big and bold
Or do it small
Start down the path
Or not at all

Blame it all on love
Say it was beyond control
Accept no blame whatsoever
Watch the drama unfold

Then do something unexpected
Do it in the name of love
In the vain hope that romance
Was truly sent from above

Just remember these words
Just stop there in your steps
You can do what you want
But love won't love you back

Not in the way you hoped
Not like your glittery dreams
Love will make you a proud king
Or break you at a whim

So do it in the name of love
Do it however way you feel
When you play the games of love
It's hard to tell what's real

Steady your impatient hands
And clear your noise heart
These beats that keep you up at night
Is but scripted theater art

We're all just actors on love's stage
Playing out all our parts
While imitating life and art
Lost and loosing from the start

Soundtrack Of My Sunday

Today's winding roads
May take you places
You didn't want to go

Tomorrow we're on our own
Can't remember faces and
Things that I should know

But in the blink of the eyes
And a flutter of the lips
Before I could stop
The chill from your finger tips

Not that I would back out
Or ever back down
I just don't want to miss out