Lying

You're lying
On your perfect couch
In the yellow shadows
But mostly to yourself
And certainly to me
If you think you
Can pick up
Walk out
Amid renovations of our broken dream
If you think this
Try at redesign
Wasn't your brainstorm baby
And you can just leave
Friendly hug
Clean hands
Just because the heat
Got too hot
And you got caught
Warming yourself by this blazing bonfire
Starry love sick look in your eyes
Then you are fooling
Yourself
And I
Am only an accessory
Accomplice to your illusion

Rollin' On

He's trying to fish me out of my supernatural head winds
With his second hand line
Out of my lofty daydreams
And into his rusted out ride
But I know I'm a goddess inside
So I gotta pass
On my chance
With this cat
And flash to some places
With some faces
I long to see
And I'm hoping they're smiling and thinking of me
'Cuz I got a call to meet Destiny
Could've been a prank though
I've heard the voice before
But even so
I keep agreeing
And appearing
At these odd times and states of mind
In expectation of some tiny piece of perfection
Broken off
Lost
Looking to be found amid the brightly coloured
Thick oil canvases
And neutral couches
With latte lovers sinking into sangria sunsets
And I'm hoping
Groping
Trying to stop choking
On the preconceived notions and fears I've amassed through the years
But I'm as petrified
Inside
Of every step forward
As I am
Of the burn
Of eternal
Stagnation
So all I can do is catch an updraft
Sweet dreamy breeze with no burdens to share
And I'll go with the gust
Oh I'll let the times take me
And make me
And recreate me
Into the me
I want to see
Reflected in the eyes
Of those smiling faces
In all the places
I long to be

View

I want to find someone
Who loves life
As much as I want to
And who loves me
Too.

I want to share my iridescent mornings
With someone who wants to lay here
And bask;
Maybe build a fort
That is also a shrine
Alter and fires
Perfumed smoke
We are all idols.

For tonight,
Home is where my body is
Because my heart is a little bit of everywhere
And my head is less reliable.

The world may be trying to spin me
Like an ad campaign gone global,
But I'm going with the flows
Of bliss and bullshit
Revelations and reality hangovers.

And like the countless after me
And so many before,
There is nothing new under the blue expanse,
Just the humble view from here.

Ma Belle Ville

The streets are hungover
The parties have passed out and away
And once again no one has stayed
To clean up the spilled beer and mess that was made
The city is struggling to morning
Streetsweepers and seagulls grumpy but on time
And it's like coming down without a parachute
This urban vista quiet empty and blue
Like the lights going on after a dance
Ballroom just a gym again
Eternal neon thrills now just a string of closed bars
The disillusionment of an empty stage
Part of our do it yourself charade
In castles that are only buildings
And skyscrapers that will never be mountains

Simple Request

I don't care what you call it.
Roses are eternally sweet
And spring was perfection long before we knew how to say so.
I don't care what you name it,
How you tag this, classify this,
Paint the moment
Of the feeling
That we are not alone.
We have never been apart.
We absorb,
We glow,
We are in a constant state of our own photosynthesis.
We are here
And beyond all of this,
More gigantic and pure than our best nightopias.
Do not name this
Or stumble as I have to confine it to petty, stagnant, mortal definition,
But rather
Bask
Revel
Celebrate
Experience awe
Give thanks
And pass it on.

More 4 U

You;
My candy sweet dream drifter,
Inspire me.
The span of your wings and the speed of your flight
Move my soul
(And my dream self dreams itself a little bigger,
My sites aim themselves higher
When you lift my chin).
Your smile,
Sweet elixir that it is,
Kindles the joy of carefree youth in the hearts of strangers
And your eyes,
Simultaneously poignant,
Careless and cold
Gets the masses to consider
And reconsider
Reinterperate and reinvent
All that they've ever known to be true
Because if you are real,
Then they will have to begin to believe.

Lucky Stars

If I
Were to count my lucky stars
I could spend well into eternity
On the constellation that is you
With your overcast eyes of blue
Glimmering through the clouds as if you were the ocean
Beneath dancing moonlight