Appointment With Dreams

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Tuck your sleepy eyes into their lids
Unbutton your sense of reality
Slip out of the trappings of this life
Place your paper face up for the night

Hang your armored skin out on the line
Zip into a warm inviting mood
Let the tension fall out of your hair
Drink the constellations from the air

Still one more appointment made to keep
Don’t forget to meet me in your dreams
As your body sinks into it’s sleep
Strap your spirit, weightless, into wings

Brace against the early morning tide
Stay with me until we flee the night
Life is never quite the way it seems
Don’t forget to meet me in your dreams

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Asylum

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Starlit vigilantes under static skies
Angel-haired accomplices in love
Catapult the moon into her comatose eyes
Center axis captured in withdrawals from these raptures

Ceremony alibis and counterparts
Catacombs and hieroglyphic sighs
Severed from recovery these overdose hearts
Fumbling the ecstasy of infinite complexity

Sterile conversation-broken overtones
Fashioning asylum from resolve
Vague articulations uttered soft into phones
Surrogate anticipation stricken from these situations

Aboral transmitted arcs of destiny
Sheltered underneath our baited stare
Canonized as saints beneath cathedrals of leaves
Whispered into silent voices wired to our tangled choices

Rebel Skies

Sun lit the clouds on fire
Their tender bellies all ablaze
Outrun the rebel sky
To conquer the horizon

Extinguished with the night
We burried bright and golden rays
Before the moon defied
A company of shadows

The particles collide
Ephemeral electric seams
Divide the atmosphere
They reach to touch the surface

But when the dawn replies
Rekindled by the Phoenix beams
Sun fires reappear
Atop the distant curtains

And I split the rebel sky
In a violent forward thrust
Until heaven opened wide
For a caravan of us

In the dying afternoon
Bathed in copper-toned resolve
We were bigger than the sky
And we painted it with love

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Along For The Ride

Urban walls cascade along the interstate
Old abandoned inns and shoddy bars
Corner stations keep their place like sentinels
Watching over rows of passing cars

I collide with feeling I am in another life
Maybe like an actor in a movie
Stealing glances at the faces as they pass me by
Eyes distracted seem to look right through me

But it’s fine for me
Because I just want to be
Alive on the street
With a sidewalk beneath
Nowhere to go
But that’s just where I want
And I walk with the thought
That this grey city block
Is home for now
And it’s good to be alive
With my hands and feet untied
I will take you in my mind
Along for the ride

Carve In The Stars

I’m not the kind
To make it through love without scars
I’ve spent my life
Running away from these wars
Fighting to find
Meaning in all that we are
Crossing the lines
That lead us to where we are more

We’ll write the words they carve in the stars when we’re gone
We’ll fight the battles we lost in the lines of these songs
We’ll be the questions for answers we knew all along
We’ll be immortal in legends where lovers belong

For Rising

Look to the clouds
Leave the ground
Take your place above the earth

Nothing here can hold you down
You were made to take the wing

Enlist the breeze
Find release
Take your place above the earth

See your purpose from the air
Put your faith in better things

Just as the birds defy the dirt
And are not afraid to fall
You must climb beyond this hurt
You must move beyond these walls

Nothing here can hold you down
You were made to take the wing
See your purpose from the air
Place your faith in better things

We Are The Drama

Melodramatic
Like rain in the fall
Junkies and addicts
Like we are the drug
Sleeping with static
Out like the law
Blissfully tragic
Like we are in love

We are the drama
Like actors on stages
Playing at manners
Like fad masquerades
We are enigmas
Like books without pages
Living in rainbows
And sleeping in shades

Sad like a symphony
Telling a story
Pensive and poised
Like a cat on a ledge
Brilliant like sparkles
Or stars in their glory
Bold in our risking
Like dancing on edge

We are the drama
Like operas on Sunday
We are the gossip
Like beauty salons
Perfectly scandalous
Secretly perfect
Flawless and lovely
Like naps on the lawn

Mirrored in magic
Like mages in towers
Taken for targets
Like nobles in war
Sweet and fulfilling
Like nectar in flowers
Smooth and unmoving
Like porcelain floors

We are the drama
Like headlines in tabloids
Sliding unseen
Like a hand in a glove
We are the rumors
Like whispers at midnight
We are the envy
Like angels in love