in between chords

Dusk brushed the building tops

I saw the twinkle in your eye 

within the city lights

A sigh formed in longing

the memory of a frosty kiss…

the smell of leather

the scent of you.

These are things I will forever miss…

The music played

and I liked the sound his fingers made

sliding across strings

in between chords

But nothing could break me from this melancholy trance

I was sad about the news

the man on the moon 

needed a space suit to breath

and all mountains will crumble

into the sea


Boys passed me in ski masks

but payed me no mind

except a nod and a peace sign

The wind blew back my hair

my skin became ice

I stood on top of the mountain

caught in between chords

and waited for it to crumble.


A talent for wasting time

Your eyes were the midnight skies

worlds within worlds

your magnetic sorrow claimed me with fire

and turned my heart to ash

I made a wish within those flames nonetheless

I wished for everlasting life

and beauty so I did not have to be so clever

Now perhaps you will finally  find me interesting to look at

and I will have a moment to feel you tremble

beneath my fingertips

against my bloodied lips

and slip your silver tongue 

In between my thighs

light the blacks of my eyes

But I will forever wander within these shades of gray

The inbetween spaces you will no longer travel

You say it’s all an illusion, well than take it all away

This confusion between want and need

Reality and dreams

It’s my right to change my mind, my rhyme

To be in and out of my head

I have always just been along for the ride

Take the fucking wheel 

So I chewed on my consequences

 I tried to spit and you dared me swallow

Dared me to follow you into the unknown

And I now know, you will never sit still

All your lies are inevitable truths

You will never be silenced

I wished I was a little more brave

A little more clever

A little more interesting to look at

But I never fit in

And I never stood  out

Except to you, and still I disappoint 

As promised.

I sit at my breakfast table and watch all these years pass me by

My love is only a scattering of pretty bruises across the sunset sky

You marvel at my brilliant talent for wasting time

For flitting in and out of my mind

Somewhere in this gray place I’m going to beg you not to leave

But you will never sit still

You will never be silenced

You will reach out your hand and ask me to follow

and I…

cherry colored sunglasses

I’ve been dreaming

and I don’t know what’s real

It’s all perception, a misconception

a fragment broken off from your imaginatoin

I’ve been gazing Nirvana

through my cherry colored sunglasses

shaded by my better than sex mascara eyelashes

I’ll be your sweetest thing

But if you wake me from this dream

You’ll see how sharp reality’s teeth

can be.


I did not write this one. I wish I had. I do not know who wrote it or if they even still exist. I just know when I was nineteen I found this taped to a wall in a place I did not want to be, but it was exactly where I needed to be at the moment. It was as if it was just waiting for me to take it, as if it had been written just for me. I thought it was beautiful. I’ve kept it all these years, as a reminder nothing lasts forever. Not the good and not the bad. Hope you love it as much as I do.

Everything we touch changes

Change is the essence of life, the nature of reality

Dawn breaks and we change the world,

and the world changes us

We dance the dance of daylight.

Night falls and we rest

But the life of the deep mind goes on!

Reliving, integrating, dreaming, moving and changing

in realms shadowy to our waking selves,

but nonetheless real.

We dance the dance of darkness.

In like manner, we are born to dance the dance of life,

but when that ends and our living persons rest

the life of the spirit goes on in other realms

We dance the dance of death