If you've ever
Seen the wall ascend
Like a line devouring the horison
Swallowing up, and left, and right
Know
You are not alone
If you've ever
Run bruised fingers
Along it's cobbled skin
And wished yourself inside
To show
You were not alone
If you've ever
Soaked in the fear
Like the wrong medicine,
Of letting it slip from your sight
Go
You are not alone
If you've ever
Wandered through
Wall-less woods untracked
And hated yourself for looking back
No
You are not alone
If you've ever
Felt trapped in wicked skin
Carried by the strength of weakness
That was heavier than all the words
As though
You were always alone
If you've ever
Lost a day in its shadow,
Let a heart grow cold at the spine,
And surrendered gravity to the inevitable
Know
You were never alone
If you ever
Rest your eyes on where
The scar of hearts and mortar stands still
Yet turn away without catching it's dreadful gaze
Go
You'll be never alone.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Would you shatter your doors
And batter the walls
Kick through the beams
And knockdown the halls
If you never look up
Then you won't see it fall
Brace yourself honey
You're gonna feel small
The lies on the street
Will cover your floor
The sky coming down
Will open the door
But you'll never see
A single day more
The truth cuts with the falling
For there is no future
Where there was one before
When you ignored the warning.
And batter the walls
Kick through the beams
And knockdown the halls
If you never look up
Then you won't see it fall
Brace yourself honey
You're gonna feel small
The lies on the street
Will cover your floor
The sky coming down
Will open the door
But you'll never see
A single day more
The truth cuts with the falling
For there is no future
Where there was one before
When you ignored the warning.
Friday, June 03, 2011
You don't break up like stone
But settle like sand beneath searching waves
And in the sifting footsteps of your dance
You tread the path, find safety
And are reborn once more
Beneath a sky so open it's split in two
Joined at the horisons with thread and glue
You wait like stardust in the black of the shore
Never breaking up like dying stone
To fly with newfound dusty wings
To sleep within the footsteps of kings.
But settle like sand beneath searching waves
And in the sifting footsteps of your dance
You tread the path, find safety
And are reborn once more
Beneath a sky so open it's split in two
Joined at the horisons with thread and glue
You wait like stardust in the black of the shore
Never breaking up like dying stone
To fly with newfound dusty wings
To sleep within the footsteps of kings.
Thursday, June 02, 2011
Someday
You don't rewrite a symphony in an hour
But I want to be the moment of a flower
The instant of a snowflake, hanging
Lost at home in a world of white
I want to be the hole that makes the parts greater
The lens that lets the light inside
And opens the doors to forgotten radiance.
You don't repaint a masterpiece in a second
But I want to be the silence that beckons
And hides the sounds that get in the way
A smile that's there before you turn around
I want to be the ship that breaks the ice
And settles the distant lives of strangers
Till we share a language running deeper than words.
You don't rewrite your soul in a heartbeat
But I want to walk that strange, familiar street
And be the laugh that's forgotten the false
Till I wake one day, human to the bone
And full to the seams of the world
But I want to be the moment of a flower
The instant of a snowflake, hanging
Lost at home in a world of white
I want to be the hole that makes the parts greater
The lens that lets the light inside
And opens the doors to forgotten radiance.
You don't repaint a masterpiece in a second
But I want to be the silence that beckons
And hides the sounds that get in the way
A smile that's there before you turn around
I want to be the ship that breaks the ice
And settles the distant lives of strangers
Till we share a language running deeper than words.
You don't rewrite your soul in a heartbeat
But I want to walk that strange, familiar street
And be the laugh that's forgotten the false
Till I wake one day, human to the bone
And full to the seams of the world
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