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Sitting on the windows ledge,
Watch the world roll by below.
Listen to a humble boy,
Whistle a lonesome song.
A misheard tune,
Leads to misread actions.
And actions are so hard to define.
It’s best we don’t rock the gentle boat.
It’s best we don’t go stirring.
For fear the pine doors cease to stand,
The finite lines blurring.
We’ve sailed through rough seas,
And landed on safe shores.
This is what sleep is made of.
Stories told in the lines of every jazz tune.
So perfectly plagued by ruined packaging.
We’ll be busy defining every tree,
And forget to watch the forest fire.
Be as two rose thieves in the dark of night.
Stealing time as it is standing still.
Listen to the melody narrate our every move.
Listen as we miss the tin-can train.
But it wouldn’t really matter,
Just so long we sit in the shade,
Watch the sepia movies in my mind.
Wait till the stars align,
Then to bed and dream the night awake.
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She is of a fragile heart.
Never sips her tea too loud,
Always leaves her dreams on the floor.
And walks without a sound.
She’s always twenty minutes late,
She always misses the last train home.
She never gives to the beggers,
For she looks straight ahead.
Always looking straight ahead.
She hide behind curtains,
And spy behind trees.
She dreams of yellow lemon clouds,
As her mind wonders free.
She wonders if you know,
Know she’s been watching.
Crying as she goes.
She wonders if she’d be chosen,
To have her moment in the sun.
To bask in the happy bright light.
Burning her precious skin.
But glowing all the while.
While her heart flutters free.
There I’ll be watching,
For the moon to disturb the sun.
There she’ll be sighing,
For her world’s come undone.
Her shadow’s come undone.
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When I lie awake,
Dreaming of a leap of faith,
Of chocolate biscuits,
and candy canes.
You entered my life in waves.
Weaving a web in the corner of my head.
Forming criss crosses in my mind.
Who knew we were both daytime sleepers.
In a world so full of static,
We are but garden gnomes,
Travelling the universe.
Lets sit and listen to the kettle boil,
Of water hitting a tea cup’s edge.
Watch a sad movie and make me cry.
Sing a hollow song that makes you weak.
I’ll laugh about it.
You’ll smile about it.
We’d forget about it.
Peek through a camera lens,
And see a vision so clear,
Discarded portraits of engaging smiles.
But don’t stare at it too long,
Or i’ll lose you to your memories.
You’ll walk to the past,
Get lost in its streets.
And I’ll be forever searching.
Stumble on the paths I do not know.
I’ll wait at the empty train station,
In this unforgiving city.
Sleep on its cold city benches,
Waiting for the next departing train.
Wait for an eternity.
Then fade away.
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When the water’s knee high,
We’d wade through the barriers,
Pull up dress and trousers,
It’s a nice night for a swim.
Another silent sea on a quiet night,
Watch the fireworks fill the air.
As sweet sentiments fills your head,
We’d watch the icebergs till we’re asleep.
A storm is brewing near in sight.
We were sailing on a rocky ship.
Forgive me if the hole is a little too deep.
It’s a most beautiful wound.
Swim midst the deepest tempest,
The thunder’s rolling near.
Cry yourself a new ocean,
Drown yourself in love.
Float beyond infinity.
Cracks may show now, but we’ll paddle through.
In a dead sea full of dreams,
Demons may come knocking.
We’d open the doors,
Wide open arms,
Smile on our faces,
And hope in our hearts.
Forgive me for speaking in straight tones tonight.
There are just lies that you must hear.
Right before our last wink goodnight,
We’ll whisper a secret,
Low to the fireflies,
They’ll travel the oceans,
Spreading the word,
And we’d live forever.
Perhaps tomorrow is a brighter day.
The sun will be shining.
And we’d still be floating,
On a rocky sailing ship,
Back home to eternity.
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I want to bake a dozen roses.
A gingerbread house by the hillside.
We’d have tea on a Sunday,
And forever live in sun filled dresses.
I’d paint you daisies every day.
But daisies don’t keep out the cold.
I’ll smile as though I’m not hollow,
I’ll hold my tongue and solider on.
I have a crazy idea, a lone secret.
My anxiety is seeping in slowly,
and I’m about to drown.
Am I causing you pain?
Am I breaking your bones?
Please don’t make a sound.
Let’s sleep on the beautiful thought.
I’m a muted child,
Forgive me if I’ve seen too much.
I’ve just been traveling the world.
In the company of a skipping record.
In my mind where it’s peace and quiet.
Forgive me if I’m un-agreeable.
Forgive my missing tunes.
Stay a little longer,
But leave a window ajar.
This may be the very last line,
To an unfinished story.
But then again, maybe not.
The thoughts come in sequences.
They stay but they go.
Please walk me to the end of the earth.
Maybe back again.
Start a revoltion.
Speak only in codes.
Wonder if anyone would respond,
When I call to the winds.
Mayone one day the chase would begin.
Run to the ends of the earth,
And announce the plans.
We’d roll down hills,
And run up rivers.
We’d laugh about it all.
We’d tumble then we’d fall.
Return home bruise and broken,
To bed and sleep with one eye open.
Wake to clear all the rubbish from my mind.
Remove the perfect clutter.
Let me drift into ambiguity,
Feel the self closing in. Slowly, Conciously.
Try to read between the fading lines.
Search the stale seas for the only answer.
Open your small yellow presents,
Each ribbon packaged gift.
Peek inside, one by one,
For a silver-inked name tag.
Find none but an empty box,
Filled with last year’s oppurtunity.
Script your heart in sync with a lovely tune.
Dance around the melody, a lonesome question.
Build yourself a fantasy, then set the lot alight.
Watch as the stars fall from the skies.
Watch as they shower down.
The tiresome ones sits with a head in the sky.
The curious ones all beg to be near.
They all speak in gibberish, all crowd the air.
They whisper from one to another, ear to ear.
Should share our secrets no longer.
Should always speak in encryption.
Lets drown our worries with a taste of the sun.
Feel the warmth run down our dainty throats.
Wait another day.
Welcome to the new order,
A world upside down,
And painted rosy.
A warranty for your heart, sir?
A guarantee for your soul, ma’m?
Hold an umbrella as you walk.
Walk a curved line while you run,
Break a sweat while we weep.
One day, maybe,
We’ll sit by a pool of awkward,
On a warm summer’s day.
We’d laugh about the stupid questions.
And all the silly lies.
Maybe one day our world will collide.
One day if time permits.
Travel home, all alone,
Along a velvet brick road.
Tempted by a dainty flower,
Pull her by the roots,
So she has no feet to stand on.
Lift her from the very ground,
She bleeds.
Watch her as she struggles,
Choke her as she breathes.
Her pulsing heart,
An open door.
Break it apart,
And leave the pieces on the floor.
Watch as she swim upstream,
While the guilt stains your mind.
It’s like playing with fire,
Like running in the rain.
Your head in the clouds,
And your senses blinded.
With her beauty and pleasures.
You are both misguided children,
Chasing an untouchable light.
At the end of the day,
Before nostalgia seeps in.
When all is broken,
And all is bruised.
All I’d want to do,
Is travel home alone,
Forever uneventful,
Along the velvet brick road.
At midnight, by the strike of a hand,
We’ll travel through the stars.
Message in arms, hope on our hearts.
But we’d never deliver them.
Keep them for all eternity,
Forever behind lock and key.
Guess you know the story’s about you,
But no one likes to state the obvious.
You say so many words,
They all float in the atmosphere,
But what do they really mean?
It’s so deceptively dangerous,
So superstitiously obvious.
I collect them religiously,
The memorabilia of your whole existence.
Frame them up with the best of wishes.
After much twirling and dancing,
We would all fall down on soft green grass,
Look up at the stars and marvel at the moon.
Whisper the unspoken secret,
To the unseen listener.
Watch our pursing eyes
And steal a winking smile.
