The balancing act

 They support new developments
They swore they believed in freedom
then transitioned to obedience and tradition
First restless rebellion then appearances in conformity

Crazy dancing libertine promiscuous and anything goes
into disciplined repetitive choreography that sginifies nothing
Protestant then catholic, socialist then conservative
It's a balancing act- you say you have to live with the times

You preach that collective values have no worth here
Then you start complaining that the world is not black and white
The you start believing and celebrating lies of convenience
You cheer for liberty, screaming from the bars of your prison

Haven't you tricked yourself already, appearances still holding up
Authenticity a sticky disease over you
Honesty bother you that much?

In quiet communication

 The invisible language
Muted tone lips shape to speak
But end in blowing kisses
Through an air tense with desire

Silence clings to her body
Noise bounces off that layer
Glimmer glimmer
words don't form

the mouth only opens to exhale
So when do you say will?
Lets do that silence we always do
looks good on you

Falling into ourselves

 We wander through the streets

distracted by dream sweets

Pretending we know where we are going

Our errands and tasks based on our personalities

We fall into ourselves

miles deep

We wonder through the sweetness

Brain city each thought a street

unending moving heating ever flowing

searing as we bask in our idionsyncracies

nothing to keep us from delving

wild and steep

Liam sought approval

 Liam shakes and Liam breaks
Vana strikes him in the face
days are chains
weeks of blame

distilling guilt
stinging lubrification
bed is hot
House a prison

Working off that last drop
Of radioactive puberty
Liam trembles
submissive and simple

Confusion bubbling away 
He'll pull it off in time
or get a taste of her dismay
get corrected and ashamed

He pleads but she insists
He reads the safe word 
she binds ankles and wrists
He seeks her eye, she his lips

Even snuffed out again

 To question is brilliant.
 I would be relieved.
 I don't know if god
 will give me this

 but if God does
I'll be relieved.
 I'll feel whole.
 I'll change.

  it will sculpt me.
Why do i talk about god here?
 Because i cannot control this
, and not having what i want.
not having god give me everything makes me love.

 I don't know why
 but his pain is merciful.
 the pain i sometimes feel allows me to understand
 the world the way I am supposed to see it.
 I would be filled with love.

 I think i would want to cry
 if she gave life
 I would want to celebrate,
 even if again that life was snuffed out. forgive me

The enemies and their purgatory

 Satelites

My enemies came buying their identity

I have nothing for you here

Read into this- your disease will never be mine

You find yourself contagious but i'm not susceptible

These two men and their mothers

I am not responsible for their rotten baggage

I cannot haul it for either of you

Not even while you rest

So sit down chug your feed

Count your blessings
Scheme your schemes
be on your way

These lines of land are mine|

They go around and around

Between them you get caught up

Just training for purgatory
I haven't got the equipment
I cannot divide my time

So walk on into the horizon

i am not the light you seek

I do not desire a sophisticated betrayal

When i see what I have planted 
a centimeter higher than last year
Well I give my soul to God all over

and he gives me another year to look on

No solution for your mess

No opiate or weakness to exploit

So onward to limbo
I cannot validate your steps
Your tiny shifts toward evolution

Your awkward excuses

semblances of regret

I will not be your father

For you will not be guided by me

Round earth

You will be back here soon enough, you'll see

The cornwall rocks

 I lost my life not far from the sea oh so ghastly
Near estate pasture land, soul breath over the blades of grass
Following breeze as it combs through his essence lost within 
My killer was the housemaid from the mansion

She hovered over my body
Blade in hand head still nodding
Drops of blood off knife
Last seconds of life

She placed small volcanic rocks over my body
She danced over the boulders blood wanting
Midnight's tide churning somewhere nearby
Through crevices of the coast sighing

Cloud hides moon so there were no witnesses
she ran barefoot into the pasture brazenly
In that grass, which no animal ever grazed
Spirit trapped under rocks now emerging
Calling her lythe body to come to me
My message caught her like boomerang runes
Cloud moved away showing her to the moon

Illuminate her path back where my body rests
Sky became clearer exposing the midnightness
The sense of guilt in her steps to ground of murder
Witness to the ghost I am occuring now to her
Asking her back to embrace me once more
She looked at the bloody knife and listened
Still in her stained hands glistening

She rubbed it off on the grass and stopped dancing
Turned and attempted to run back toward the mansion
As her feet moved forward the land moved back
She remained in place near where my rock cracked
The whole field lit in pale hues by a midnight moon
She continued running but her position didn't move
The long pines laughed as the wind threw them around

whispering between owl hoot and crashing wave sounded
No shortcuts in life or death, no straights in a world so round...