You needed on true friend

I searched for someone to find me and bring me back again.

& in the mix of rearranging my dreams

I watched you preform for the world,

one of your biggest scemes.

          I got to thinking that maybe it was ook living life your way.

          A show is still a show, no matter who preforms the play.

You have a laugh that contagiously filled a hole inside of me

I had some eyes that saw you for who you are.

& in the motion of commotion I watched your face keep such composure,

& I craved to see you crack.

           I got to thinking that we are two of the same,

          different hearts, and different names,

          different dreams playing the same game,

          we are two of the same.

You have a side that you keep free from commitment and responsiblility,

I have a side that wants to shut you out, burn these bridges down.

& while we sat present with fake smiles, we saw each other;s souls,

& looked into each innner child.

There's always so much we both want to say.

          I got to thinking that, yes, the past has been a constant friend,

          But I'd like to get around to living again,

          & I wouldn't mind if you wanted to exist there too,

          I think this train could take us far, right to where the moon and stars

          co- exist like we do.

         Just me and you.

future to hold on to 

with no time to waste

no slowed pace

no face to replace

the power vested into thee

We hold our hope in the tears and determination of a few

your the promised ones the  children conceived in a new liberty

over turners of corruption as they are seen by me

look no different then those who have afflicted destruction in the face of democracy

some magic supposedly in their words 

some hidden reborn quality

Some savior from demostic abuse

Some reinvetion of philosophy 

So if I am to birth this new great generation 

and divine children they will be

then tell why it is that my generation is not equipped to raise those who will set us free

How can my lost generation have the where will all to see

how to raise our reborn nation when we weren't even taught how to search for truth, to see?

Matron! the children of whose love,

Each to his grave, in youth have passed,

And now the mould is heaped above

The dearest and the last!

Bride! who dost wear the widow's veil

Before the wedding flowers are pale!

Ye deem the human heart endures

No deeper, bitterer grief than yours.

Yet there are pangs of keener wo,

Of which the sufferers never speak,

Nor to the world's cold pity show

The tears that scald the cheek,

Wrung from their eyelids by the shame

And guilt of those they shrink to name,

Whom once they loved, with cheerful will,

And love, though fallen and branded, still.

Weep, ye who sorrow for the dead,

Thus breaking hearts their pain relieve;

And graceful are the tears ye shed,

And honoured ye who grieve.

The praise of those who sleep in earth,

The pleasant memory of their worth,

The hope to meet when life is past,

Shall heal the tortured mind at last.

But ye, who for the living lost

That agony in secret bear,

Who shall with soothing words accost

The strength of your despair?

Grief for your sake is scorn for them

Whom ye lament and all condemn;

And o'er the world of spirits lies

A gloom from which ye turn your eyes. 

Quiet plucking fills the space humming my true nature, a silver scaled dragon.

In stone that sings, Apparition, which is an amen for heavy hearts.

A filling cabinet of human lives here before me alphabetically organized.

Scrolling down the brightened list i see, to find a another hymn that defines the secret side of me.

It’s a brushfire spreading, feeding as it moves
It’s a disappeared glacier, it’s an airborne flu
It’s your disbelieving eyes locked in concrete miles 
It’s your yawning conscious and your lawyer’s smile
It’s an occupied country, foaming at the mouth
No smoking gun, no mushroom cloud
It’s a military mother with a boy in hell
And it’s a flag draped casket down an oil well
It’s an Argentina school girl, gagged and bound
It’s a torture camp, it’s a long way down
It’s the constant brace and shock of now
It’s the whole damn world turned inside out, all right

It’s a march to extinction with your god in step
It’s his name in your mouth, it’s his cross on your neck
It’s a farm boy sprinting over desert dirt
And he’s panting the ‘Our Father’ in staccato spurts
now that's his automatic rifle and it tells no lies
That’s his truth in your stomach, it’s no alibi 
But the trouble lies on the other side

With an equal truth prepping for his holy night
He sees his crescent and the star in the virgin sky
He hears the call of milk and honey from the afterlife
And as he eases to the check point, he is calm and sure
It’s collateral damage, it’s the cost of war

It’s another bag of bones for the gods to sort
It’s just another bag of bones for the gods to sort

It’s the species disappearing, all the birds fly south
In a January heat wave and a pulsing crowd
It’s an African militia, kids with sub machines
It’s a conflict diamond on your bride to be
It’s the dispossessed lining up every gate
It’s the facts worth facing, faced way too late
It’s the mission of modernity, go get what’s yours’
’Til there’s nothing leftover to get no more
And it’s not what were owed but it’s what we’ve earned
And it’s closer than we realized that it's time now, to burn

It’s time now to burn
Oh, it’s time now to burn

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There's a train that's coming from the east coast
Someday it'll bring me back to where I'm from.
Babe we'll miss each other for a while,
but there's somethings back there that I have to do,
Damage I've run from that needs to be undone.

I'll fly North East for the summer,
I promise I'll crash back down by fall.
Though the Michigan air is calming,
I'll always love you my Arizona sun,
Heat and all.

I'll get there on a Sunday,
Roam the streets I used to know.
Wind up at a cross road,
And realize,
I've always known exactly where I need to go.

They'll be a yellow house that's been waiting,
Green shutters and all.
For it's young girl who loves wondering,
To travel back home
broken, scared, and all.
Through the window there's a new little girl living there.
Blissfully unaware that she's about to fall.
But I'll leave that house just sitting there,
Hasta plants, green grass, past laughs and all.

I'll give some recognition to the words I wish I'd never said,
And say my goodbyes to the endings ,
And hellos to what's ahead.

By Fall I'll be in your arms crying,
Thanking God for what he's done
I've said my goodbyes to the east coast,
And bathed myself in your blistering sun.

We're a perfect exchange in the making 

There's a 50-50 split up ahead

this relationships a partnership

I'll make half, while you make the other half of our shared modern floor level bed

I am the over thought lyrics, and you are the of mixed tune

We can be #2 on the top charts 

If you'll be the sun while I  am the moon

Brown eyes counter green eyes

While white lies counter truth, I'll miss you when you miss me

Equal love as far as the eye can see

We are

Experiential factors 

dependent on equal 

Independent from love

Sporadic? 

Maybe if we wanted an unequal love 

I won't fight dishonesty 

cus we both know you wouldn't die for me

And like hell I'd ever die for you

Equal love ideally

presently it kills me

There's no harmony in this kind of tune

We're an unequal split in the making

The #'s are still running through my head 

and when we wake up in the morning, we won't even bother making the bed

" My loves like an anchor, you are the sea, I'm a ragging storm, and you are my calming breeze, unequal halves that fall into place, Love like a fire, requiring grace"