Hopefully

emotions running high
looking for the WHY
making a spell
on myself

so that i
might
find
something that makes me free

we sleep to dream
we wake to sleep
we walk to know
what we should keep

i am so resistant to change
and i change my mind
and i lose change
and i lose
and i lose













maybe it will be a time
when i can be reminded
of why i am alive
to love
to be is to love
to give is to love
love is love
and hopefully it will evolve into something beautiful
this love
hopefully

Love

Love I know there's truth in you
I was hoping that you would share it with me

For a four letter word you've got so much meaning
I was hoping that I could find it

and use it for myself...

I see a trace of your presence in the photograph on the wall by the bedstand

And it's kinda funny-- back then I felt so strong. Now I need you to hold my hand.

Good Night.

the night is getting darker
the air is growing cold
the clouds are slowly thickening
a killer's getting bold

the candle's fading slowly
the doors are locked up tight
the mothers put their kids to bed
men kiss their wives goodnight

a girl in Brooklyn's writing
a boy is making beats
a dog is howling at the moon
a cat's roaming the streets

a businessman is staying late
an intern is as well
a homeless man is murmering
the subways really smell

a student's closing up a book
a tourist pays a tab
a couple's kissing on the curb
a babysitter hails a cab

a bartender is cleaning up
a drunkard's stumbling out
a hipster lights a cigarette
a girlfriend starts to shout

a fiend is getting jittery
a late night dancer cries
a model does a line of coke
a woman hides her eyes

an artist tears the canvas down
a boyfriend makes a call
a restless child stares outside
a stranger's in the hall

flowers nowhere to be seen
trees are bare with no more green
ice is forming in a grate
teens are coming home too late
parents rest their worried heads
close their eyes and go to bed
girls finish their night routine
little boys begin to dream

where is everybody from?
what are all their names?
who did they all plan to be?
Deep down do we feel the same?

I stare out my window
It's foggy out tonight
The city's hidden in the cloud
I can't see all the lights

inspiration came tonight
when i was looking through
the window at the strangers
and the pictures of me and you

inspiration faded
it always ebbs and flows
and people go on living life
it's how the story goes

a candle is blown out
a dishwasher makes sound
a deep breath and a silent prayer
sleep is gradually found

gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood night.

You Must Live It to Learn It. (A tribute to Lana)

Once upon a time there was a little girl by the name of Lana. She was a happy little girl with many friends. As she got older though, she began to become aware of choices. She made choices all the time, and began to experience the consequences of some of her choices. She always tried to do the right thing but looking back she learned that some of the choices she made were actually selfish, and ended up hurting innocent people around her. She lost some friends and didn't quite understand why. Little Lana had many questions in her mind about the way life should be. To make it easier, she thought, she probably would be best off going to Maine, because apparently Maine is The Way Life Should Be. But, moving to a far off state honestly would not make Lana's life any easier. No matter where she went, there were always going to be choices to be made and things to think about.

Fashionably Out There

She walks into a room
All eyes on her
Too big of a smile to hide
Constantly she stares
Blankly she knows
Nothing but everything all at the same time

She asks for a drink
Water, which makes her think
Harder, as she begins to blink
Averts her eyes
Away from the crowd

Drowned in her creativity
Swimming in imagination
Floating on air
Nothing and everything at the same time
She is fashionably out there

Who cares if this dress doesn't go with those heels
Who cares if her hair is out of place, she's got killer mascara
and eyebrows to envy
But really
as one goes up
the stare becomes unfocused
Drops her cup
Clumsy

So fashionably out there
Engage you, she will
Hold your attention, still
Gaze so strong
Doesn't last very long

She starts to babble on and on
About something she knows nothing about but is an expert on

But she's so cool
She'll share her dreams like her drinks
She'll pass on knowledge as if it's a pen someone needs to borrow
So easy and breezy

But her words mean nothing and everything at the same time

She won't make up her mind
But is stubborn as an ox

Soooo out there
As she gathers her belongings. She owns nothing and has it all

The world is hers
You wouldn't understand
She makes a stand
People pay attention
People listen
But she is living outside the bubble
She speaks outside the box
Quite the foxy lady
Quite the funky gypsy
Quite the "It" girl
Quite the scattered hippie
Quite the demanding one
Quite the free spirit
Quite the smart one
Quite the tough cookie
Quite the poet
Quite the experimentor
Quite the habitual insomniac
Quite the predictable kid
Unpredictable kid
People love her
She loves people

She is everything and nothing at all
A walking contradiction
Fashionably out there

somehow

coming slow
be careful-- you don't know
the whole world can pass you by
pass you by in an instant

i let go
and stood there-- now i know
that waiting is so useless
it's so useless when you can't tell what you want

it's no mystery to you or me
that life can plan itself around
your hopes and dreams
sometimes it seems it all comes crashing

down in
(your heart can't save you now because it's)
broken
(and you can't keep the pain away for)
so much longer now
the water overflows
and you lose again somehow
somehow

***
somehow sunset brings it all together just like sunrise...
***
i watched the sunset reflecting on the windows of the eighteenth floor
how i wish that this could last forever
if i could pause the time i'd do it everyday for just a moment
in that moment of perfection
that only comes around when you least expect it
that only shows itself when no one knows it can be seen

Live. . . "Alone"

it's easier not to be wise
and measure these things by your brains
I sank into Eden with you
alone in the church by and by
I'll read to you here, save your eyes
you'll need them, your boat is at sea
your anchor is up, you've been swept away
and the greatest of teachers won't hesitate
to leave you there, by yourself, chained to fate

I alone love you
I alone tempt you
I alone love you
fear is not the end of this!

it's easier not to be great
and measure these things by your eyes
we long to be here by his resolve
alone in the church by and by
to cradle the baby in space
and leave you there by yourself chained to fate

oh, now, we took it back too far,
only love can save us now,
all these riddles that you burn
all come runnin' back to you,
all these rhythms that you hide
only love can save us now,
all these riddles that you burn yeah, yeah, yeah