I Sleep In Jaded Night

Let morning come to get me
sleep I will in jaded night
covered up and hidden clothed
to cloak and shade invite
Yet in dreams are fading things
to wander through the mind
sleep I will in jaded night
where lights dare not be shined
Let morning come to get me
let cleansing clouds let loose
and all the scars from day to day
give way to days renewed
Washed in hopeful seconds
as we're beckoned towards our calling
let morning come to get me
soon enough our night is falling

In Her Eyes Are Pools of Color

Soft encounters pacing
quick to flush the crimson cast
moments seem forever long
upon your shores I crash
Short the tide to come and go
and yet I'm longing still
Set upon the beaches of
my love and time to kill
Long and lush the ending rush
when salty waves subside
To never touch the waters such
as such these lines implied
Still in midnight's waning
in her soul I wade and dive
the pools of color swirling
thoughts and hearts must soon collide
Oft in distant dawning
comes that water take me in
until the tide comes swift in stride
revive me once again

Where The Hungry Come to Feed

Where the hungry come to feed
is caught in fevered glances
victim of submersion come
in moment's circumstances
Nothing new to fade renew
a dance done death is dealing
breaking free to certain see
the truths that I'm revealing
Not the way it has to be
remember how you play
defiance come to all but none
the looks the lost convey
Tonight I hold my empty heart
to shade in midnight's winter
only now I show my vow
return recloak recenter
This is where the hungry feed
in moments unprotected
each to one another touch
the love we both neglected
Victim of submersion come
to dance through memory's song
Moments glance to life's romance
the dance that did us wrong
Vengeful seed to soil to bleed
the tears our hearts did water
this is where the hungry feed
love's lamb to envy's slaughter

New The Day

New the day to fade to gray
sleep quick and be reborn,
hold your fears exact retract
shake back where dreams were formed.
Crystal shards are snaking
breaking silence of the sky,
again to wake for journey's sake
rub dreams from sleepy eyes.
Look into the heavens gaze
the sun is smiling back,
hold your fears for he reveres
the truth to be exact.
In truth we're made in life to fade
until the death of doubt,
new the day to fade away
while blues are phasing out.
Night the wounded man of time
designed to guide our rest,
to hold our dreams in measured sleep
in hopes he must invest.

Life In Seconds Guessing

Time cascading all around
a ticking shower fading
Never once is slowing down
Or stopping for debating
Myriad flasks of grays and blacks
are pouring endless color
drawing near from glass to peer
into a day that's duller
Seems as if an age has passed
yet time my friend is moving
raining down on hallowed ground
by you and what your doing
Kind to some and rough it comes
to others while they wait
a whispered sound does still resound
I fear its much too late
Still that shimmering sand that falls
its time and we cant change it
Perhaps the sands are shifting hands
to one who'll rearrange it

A Journey Through The Spectrum

Colors cross and intersect
to swirl and spin and disconnect
As sounds come quick to overwhelm
grab quick the keel and right the helm
Waves now more efficient
hitting hard and dealing blows
softly dissipating as a sense of knowing knows
Self-awares and salty stares
the captain stands the last
Colors cross and intersect
as skies are stealing past
Leader by submission to positions of intention
godlike child grown rich and wild
invented by invention
Simply forced to plot the course
steering blindly to religion
Colors cross and intersect
and grow by indecision
Atomic wash of comets lost
through ages and prediction
no remorse to seek the source
false to fact or truth to fiction.

Death of Love's Denial

God is night, enclosed and waning
leaning hard on studied self
the book with pages missing
or the one to save to shelf
The chapters still unwritten
or the climax all have seen
to learn by self indulgence of
those words that self redeem
A gift of revelation
or rejection come of action
words confuse to scrape and bruise
or glide in satisfaction
God is midday afternoon,
enfold in his enrapture
attention spent too quick repent
for time we thought to capture
Further use for no excuse
sunlight moves across the dial
shadows cast to lengthen last
the death of love's denial
God is morning's kiss of dew
renew oh wind leave cool
submersion comes and goes to flow
an ever cleansing pool
Down we come and up in death
released, constrained no more
breathing in the spirit
waxing waning, either or