Dance Under the Ocean Sky

The clouds will move like Ocean Waves
On that day, on that day
As I run to the top of my hill
Nothing holding me back

And I'll look up at that ocean of sky
On that day, on that day
Wondering about so many things
And how they all make me stronger; new

And maybe you'll be with me
On that day, on that day
Holding my hand or laughing with me
Or just giving me some tacky gift

But I would still love it if you were there
On that day, on that day
Because I wouldn't have to do it alone
Lose everything I've reached

Because though I've told them parts of my life
Before that day, before that day
They never really know me the whole me
The alone, worthless, scared, dead me

But I'd be willing to give everything up
On this day, on this day
For you if it made you happier
Because that's who I've figured out that I've become

Especially on a day with such life as today

The Conscience of the Unconscious Mind

This is but a thought left in my past

Just as you are

And maybe if the times permitted

It would be different

But here I go to tell you what I think

Once again:

Everything is pushed into the back of our minds

Lying dormant until something arouses the thought

The memories becomes real again

The things or words that person said

When you see them again for the first time

In three, five, twenty years stepping out of that car

So what are you thinking then?

'I should say something

Because we were such good friends

And those terms are certainly not void now'

But you only smile when they look at you

And they do like wise with a thrown in 'hey'

But you are too excited that they remember you

And are still alive

Because they didn't die

From suicide, murder, disease

Or move away

Even if they have a shift in personality

Just get to know them again

It will all be fine

Maybe. Hopefully.

It's like learning all over

Shake my hand, I'll shake yours

Everything is in

I Failed to See the Point...

Sometimes I get caught in the Moment
Of here and now, then and there
Dancing with Funny Colored Balloons
And Singing and Laughing and Not Caring

But sometimes its good
To remember the times we had
With friends
Before they go to waste

And then when we get frustrated with them
We can look back
And see all the good things and times
We had with that person

Cause I don't want to slow down
or go another way
And I'll stay in the Moment as long as I can
Before they come after me

Let's play tag and hide-and-go-seek

...That we All Tried to Make

No one every knows
What's on the other side of the door
How could they?
They've never been there before

Some have caught a glimpse
Of the other room
But they had to decide
What most more important

To stay or to go
My loved ones would cry
If I chose the other room
Or would they wonder why I wanted to be with them

Some say there are golden butterflies
And other see darkness
Worse then anything they see at night
But I don't know

I've never seen the other room
Or experienced the effect of the swing
The door has on other people around me
Though I'm sure there were times so close but I was unaware

Heaven and Hell are so close but sometimes I don't even know

Love Makes Me Blind

As I look into your eyes
I realize that the sun beams are too bright
They sting my eyes
And they begin to water for more then one reason

So much more happens then you think
When you walked back into my life
I didn't see this happening
Not in a million years

The emotions can not handle...
I'm tripping over...
How can we...
Can I just blow my brains out now?

Cuz the scissors are always sharpest
When you least expect it
The emotions can not handle this overflow
When we trip over words
How can we survive through this?

Cuz the scissors are always sharpest when you cut your tongue

Clean Up the Sidewalk

My life has been splattered against the sidewalk
A multitude of a million colors
Showing my emotions
My thoughts
Everything I've felt and said

The persona I made was not something
I could easily escape from
Because everyone hides behind a mask
For the comfort of saying and doing
Acceptable things

If I already did those things
I wouldn't need a mask to hide behind
If I meant it from the bottom
of my frail, bloody, coldest heart

Maybe others would catch on too
So we could see in colors
Not just black and white
Because as beautiful as those tones are
They get so plain

Give me a crayon so I can color the world