daydreamtime

If I could peel the skin from you, what would be beneath? Are you multi layered or only what I see? Flesh and blood? Bone and mud? Tied too tight or all undone? If I could rip you open, tell me what I'd find. An endless chasm of anarchy? Or a pedantic thoughtful mind?

I was born with a darkness in my heart. All the pieces for the puzzles there, all torn apart. Carefully, I lay each one in place and years begin to line my face. Now, I see the picture almost unbroken, older parts finished and the future still open.

Under what sky were we standing, With stars or gods pondering? What we could see, Who we would be... Paths misaligned. Hope denied. What realm of existence, Does pain exact it's purchase? In your soul, Where that what enters is only sadness. Having only responsibility, for actions that are my own. To lend and take of that, Lent to me in any form. Comfort from those who will give. Secrets to those who will take. Under what sky were you standing, with me pondering? What could have been.

If under no place, can you find cover- you may shelter in my heart. If you've no comfort, from friends or other- I give solace, it is my art. If in all wars, you see no peace- Let loose your turmoil, here with me. If you feel bound, by destiny- When others call to be set free. If  you will come, to me return- All my life, for you I've burned. If through all things, even when spurned- between this love, we still endure. If under fire or in the fray- Remember me love and find a way.

Little Booms Lights flash behind my eyes And in the dark I cannot disquise Explosions in my head.... Memories will fade And all I've said All my life gone A distant song Still plays for me Explosions in my head Under the calm Sympathetic balm Self-righteous Glare Empathic flare All we've been Explosions in my head Explosions in my head These are meaningless things Explosions in my head Are not the heart of my dreams Explosions in me head While in my chest I feel the eternity Of something more than Explosions in my head

And Hated Her... He breaks the mirror Just to get a better look a himself. Maybe he can see it in the smaller pieces. She stepped in and out of people and friends Like other women changed clothes. He could never depend on her to do anything Other than to be who and what she was. Everything sends her into an emotional upheaval Yet, nothing ever affects her at all. She had a view into his soul, Still, she was not whole. She is the mirror ball over the dance floor, Distant, aloof watching from afar, And a part of everything. Everything he'd ever thought he'd wanted And everything that he despised. She is naive and wise... Decep