Mirrorball

Thou art a mirror ball my conscience,
I gaze at thee and see my face,
yet through thine eyes I am distorted,
with naught to gain but more disgrace
Take my soul beneath thy sunrise
to look upon what thou dost see,
through thine eyes, all is misshapen,
a shadow of what stands to be.
My conscience thou art sharp and hardened,
to shattered thee, like breaking glass,
I must be wary of thy safety,
lest I let thy visions pass.

Confessions of a confused citizen

How would I know what I believe is true

if opinions were all I’m holding to

and the wind of my words just whistled through

the empty rooms inside.

Consistency eloped with truth,

and married her to give us proof

that neither one can stand aloof

a bond you can’t divide

If I didn’t think what I said was true

I wouldn’t say it.

If I thought my hose was full of gasoline

I wouldn’t spray it.

And you’re sitting here telling me the truth I knows a lie

when yours is contradictorily stranded high and dry

If everything you’re trying to tell me now is even true

I shouldn’t take the time to even try believing you.

Snow Angel

I’m laying down yet staring up into the vast blue sky,
my arms outstretched beside me feel light enough to fly,
here there are no broken dreams or pockets full of lies,
no black rain cloud of tear drops or incomplete goodbyes.

Snow angel, snow angel, open your wings,
open your arms to whatever life flings,
Snow angel, snow angel lift up your eyes,
reach for the heavens and break for the skies.

I’m rising and falling in quick easy motions
my spirit has risen above vast blue oceans
my heart has been drowned in a sea of emotion
I never knew feelings could rouse such commotion

Snow angel, snow angel, open your wings
open you arms to whatever life flings,
snow angel, snow angel lift up your eyes,
reach for the heavens and break for the skies.

Ocean Eyes

The blazing sun glints off the snow,
an ocean of crystals dazzle my eyes,
tears rain down my cheeks like stars
traversing through the midnight skies.

My misty breath floats in the light,
It glimmers like a shining knight
neath’ a canopy of blue and white,
then rapidly it fades from sight
into the silver sun.

Yet though this love is beautiful,
I’m frozen stiff before its face,
my salty tears have turned to ice,
my very life it would erase.

My lips are frozen still and blue,
a glaze of ice I can’t see through,
winters love is proved untrue
and breathlessly I turn to you
stretching out my hands.

Cruel love leaves a bitter taste
who can stand before this cold?
You take me underneath your wing,
and faithfully, my heart you hold.

Though winters knocking at my door,
her faithless beauty I abhor,
her endless pleading I ignore,
but ‘your’ voice I’ll love forever more,
I hide you in my heart.

Every day when God looks down,
I call him to my soul,
and thank him for your treasured life
for he is in control.

I blossom in your warm embrace,
and look into your joyful face,
I’m lost somewhere in time and space,
as our fingers interlace,
you light my eyes with wonder.

Gods blazing love and cherished grace
glint through your ocean eyes,
and tears rain down my cheeks like stars
traversing through the midnight skies.

Strange Design

The yellow pages hold no hope,
of seeing who I am,
I'm like a pool, crystal clear
I'm slipping through your hand.

I'm whispering into your ear,
my gifts like rain descend,
but your features veiled by a frown
my love you condescend.

Foolishly your thoughts elope,
they cannot leap the Rhine,
looking out across the water,
your eyes out on the line...

follow me child, follow me into this strange design,
let my wings enfold your heart, your happiness is mine.

Traces of me

A sticky note, a paper boat, a letter to a friend,
a painted room, a seed in bloom, a tear that's on the mend,
a keyboard buried deep beneath a veil of fingerprints
a line of footprints in the snow are leaving subtle hints

A hook and line, long lost inside the belly of a fish,
a dandelion whispers thanks to a windblown wish,
a strand of hair caught in a bush is floating in the breeze,
small branches broken here and there within collective trees,

the world turns beneath the sun, and covers half her face,
my existence lost within may seem to leave no trace,
but like a leaf taped to a tree, or silent tear drops in the sea,
everything I've touched in passing bears a trace of me.

Slow Fade

Come to me O night of sorrow,
fall upon mine eyes,
find me neath the weeping willow,
never gain to rise.

The bleeding hearts have tangled me,
I lay my spinning head,
I'm leaning closely into thee,
shy roses are my bed.

Soft petals of deep crimson,
glow in the dreamy silver light
a wreath of thorns beneath the moon,
bleed into the inky night.

All things bright and beautiful,
become old and often times decade,
but even for the setting sun,
it's a slow fade.

Shadows wrap me in their arms,
death holds out her gentle hand,
I float into the sleepy stillness
fading from this crippled land.