Closed Windows

Slowly he wakes, slowly tuning out the buzzing of reality.

"You're turn to fly..." I whispered.

I'm handing out wings for the broken.

It's time we share the sky.

The Breathing Space

I awaited to take off in the rocket I built,
The moment I hit the release button
It broke down.

Dreams of ascending to the sky
I will find a way to fly.

Out of red moon poisoned light,
The only security is dark, bitter night.

Where people talk in sleep,
Their voices escape to stars.

Shallow becoming deep,
The only movement from destructive cars.

All repressive desires release in subconscious haze,
Everything expires in rotted extended days.

And patience has lost it's value, all that is left is rage.
Anger brought to brew, dagger to rib cage.

And all the black has taken my vision.
And all the songs have caused indecision.

Each and every rocket to sit in a solid place,
Only waiting for the launch, to reach into outer space.

Through The Path

You dropped me at the end of your rope,
I no longer know how to climb.

Landed among a broken comet, a dying garden.
The threads will break me down,
No one to sew them together.

Life and it's wind constantly exhaling,
Nature forgets to take a breath in.

Thrown out, rained out, washed up.
And we come here just to leave,
With wears of pain conceived.

Teach me to fly,
To stop me from falls.

White clouds blinding me,
No sleep decaying me.

I wonder if everything we wonder, could be real.
Love left us all a long time ago,
I'm not sure it can be found.

Leashes to be established.
Become my own security,
My own brace.

Attempting existence underground,
I can no longer dream against planets out of reach.

The dark can absorb my remains,
Break down, decompose.

Permanent footsteps imprinted on pavement,
Living above my caved, sacred basement.

This is my leave from you, world.


Sincerely,
Resisting your arrest.

Nostalgia Avenue

The tears on your pillow case,
Have evaporated.

That's all you have left,
Of a night left in pitch black.

Left in awe
Of the final event
You never called.

An expectation you didn't hold.
I am the pilot flying the chambers of my own heart..

Over distant, sparkling
And far away lands.

In all of that I cannot grasp
An understanding
For why you choose not love,
But fear.

Nature Toned Soul

Green and drifting,
Your branches reached and rotted.

Sifting, drifting
Your cloud expanding and filling.

Swaying arms to swim,
Your aspiration is the sun.

Swimming in mid daylight,
You found the rays that guide you.

Climbing, falling no more parachutes,
Land among the branch you evolved from.

The wind spiralled into dust.
But here your oasis has been found.

The Chase of Love and Broken Wings

And if you feel alone,
don't be afraid to tell me your words.

I will take you in with my wings,
I will take your words,
If you let me rescue you.

I see the world inside of you that is hidden
With your tears.

I will catch them if you let me.

Just a glimpse was all I needed.

But when you cast away, I am left stranded.
When you cast away I am lost.

You don't understand that all I wanted to do was love you.
I have forgotten how to fly.