Distant Cousins

I cannot hear that well
still the funnel am I
pulling everything of you
into me it comes wanted or not

no more can be contained
outward in words and chords
it pushes back to the world
growling tigers no longer in cages

my heart pounds uneven
waiting to pounce the crooked stare
victims left unheralded and confined
broken is the soul of the patron

here we lie together
speaking uneasily words we were taught
there they die together
waiting for words we should have been taught

Lost and Found

how could I have known what words you'd speak

in here, where our wills have broken away

we didn't look before we crossed

those words that we now bear like shameful sins

the ones that escaped and spoke our true heart

so long has it been since we've been able

like old gloves that don't belong to us

they have a sense of comfort and someone else

just enough for us to hold them close to our heart

these memories are how we remember them

you couldn't tell the difference now

but still, what might have been

With You

I'm foolish with this life
everyone is, it is our weakness
those frail humanity peaks
so passionate are we

Here, laying unfurled
like pigeons with their random strut
none of it is anything
the purpose is lackluster

Then your heart so clear
takes things that can't matter
I can't, it doesn't make sense
is everything anything

Washed are the emotions
waking is the deep heart
somewhere unseen, unexpected
a soul looks up with hope

Without Knowing

There are those that speak to conceal themselves

mostly.
fragile, unwillingly
admit the unknown

There are those that speak to reveal themselves

spoken.
fear, desperation
inner revelation

We cannot, though we try, to be ourselves

Obviously Lost

sweet madness
tastes handsome brutality
never can it be

dreamless boy
can't you let beauty be
while it touches lips

sightless lenses see
without crutches of ourselves
without us, staring

so far to travel
just to know and understand
those things so close

Painted Lines Within a Canvas

staring shadows you can't see
glance upon our nakedness
even though they know me
like a mother accepting faults
it has come to this tonight

watching wherever eyes wander
my weak moments you catch
while tired and worn out
heart beats out of this peaked valley
every sun rise comes unspoken

each soul paints on different lines
emotion tears up deep within us
asunder does it make us
taken is the dream of the few
without realization we stray

unbeknownst to even ourselves
we draw with distinct lines
within are color palettes
they chase after our past
we'll paint outside those lines

we'll paint as we like upon this canvas
you will see me, I am undrawn

thrum thrum

I leave my focus outside of my mind
to stare

This heart dreamt up by others
is weak

To see the syncopated world is freedom
from all

No solitary beats are kept so discretely
inside

Slick streaks spark while that smile turns
turns corners

So carefully caring you listen inward
eyes bright

You hear it as well, thrumming
soundless unto us
we hear