Water Under the Bridge

I’m on the corner picking up pieces of a name

Wrestling through all the things I wanna say

Can I come Around round round round.

Can I come Around round round round-round...

It’s hard to call it water, water underneath the bridge

I’m trying to let go of all this bitterness

I see a man holding a flag too tight

Going to battle, thinking God is on his side

It’s taken a while to uncurl my fists

I have become what I hate in a strange twist

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Tightrope Walker

You are a dog eared page

Somewhere that i’d like to stay

but ya teach me a traveling song cause I'll never arrive

I miss the way we were then

The best kind of contradiction

Simple and steadfast, childlike intuition

You are the love that I carry

Turns out holding the weight keeps me steady

If I am a tightrope walker

You are the line that I walk upon

You are the line that I walk upon

Drive under freckles of night

I'm scattered like them most the time

You’re the wind coming through the windows and messing my hair

Shame on me shame on you

For thinking that I could prove

The way I felt watching the snowfall

It’s the only way I call you mine 

You’re the only way I know to find 

It’s the only way I call you mine 

Held within the tension of my mind

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Draw the Line

We’re holding all the pieces 

The rubble from your mouth

You are a symbol 

Not the darkness itself

We all have to wake up 

and be someone

What kind of world are we building

For our children

Tell me the difference between tolerance and love

Is there a point when you need to say you’ve had enough

and draw, draw the line

and draw, draw the line

You always speak your mind

So now let me speak mine

I am embarrassed

By and for you

Maybe you were wounded

That’s why you act this way

But we have to hold you 

Accountable for what you say

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Autumn Leaves

Autumn leaves and makes it’s peace with time

I still need to make mine 

All the worry is a bird in an empty sky

No place to land so he just keeps on flying

If tomorrow the sun refuses to show its face and shine 

And the sparrow sings a song I don’t recognize 

And I go on by the skin of my teeth 

I’ll be fine as long as you’re next to me, next to me 

I am a long way from home 

And there is a strong wind blowin’

All the worry is a bird in an empty sky

No place to land so he just keeps on flying

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All The Sundered Things

You were a pedal falling from a rose,

when we talk i like it in prose

Cause all my words are just tumbleweeds

Years and years of centered gravity, 

Essential existential anxiety

I think my friends still worry about me

But I can’t get my arms wide enough

Now I can’t get my arms wide enough

There’s a lump in my throat of words

Held it down and swallowed the past hurt

But they’ve crawled their way back out

And said goodbye to the sad sad songs

In an effort to move on

Re-experience my experience

love has outlasted my notion of love 

has outlasted my notion of love 

has outlasted my notion of love

So I’ll call you all the sundered things

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Tangerine Skies

Oh your eyes / they are sunken ships on either side of your face

You Pantomime / and try to change the subject / sayin it’s a waste of time

Oh I wish I, I wish I

Oh could take your lies, take your lies

And scatter them like seed out in the garden

And with the sun’s love and devotion

Resurrect what the winter took away

And the same reasons you run will be the same to stay

I hope you stay, stay 

I watched you trade / your guilt for cigarettes / out under tangerine skies

I could see your breath / you could see mine / ghosts of the things inside 

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Worn Out Shoes

I’m a red kettle, water on a boil

Just before the whistling  

The ground exhausted and toiled

The back of my neck glistening

I don’t have anything left 

You always take me like that 

For what it’s worth All I have for you

Is a handful of tries and some worn out shoes

I’m a wrung rag on the line

A burning lamp on the stand

A hooked fish tired from the fight 

The farmers cracked and calloused hands

I don’t have anything left

You always take me like that 

I’m the barren branch of a tree

Waiting once again to bear

Tongue-tied with words out of reach

It’s a fight that’s never quite fair

I don’t have anything left

You always take me like that

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Older Reflections

You asked me is something on your mind

And I mentioned the apple trees outside 

How like me they bend with weight 

Of a seemingly good thing

I keep finding bitterness at their root

And I don’t wanna feel that way but I don’t wanna starve so I eat the fruit

Oh trust I’ve tried to let it go

A lesson in reaping what you sow

I’ve become something I can’t call back

A home which I cannot return

But I will look fondly on all of those years 

I am who I am and i’ve learned...  

How to forgive 

Old, Older reflections of myself 

Soon the streets will spill with fruit 

After the autumn wind scares them all loose

It’ll be tread under our feet 

And become apart of everything 

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Who Will I Love

The moon says she’s jealous of me

That I get to greet the morning

Where I meet who you’ve become

And fall again without a warning

She keeps shifting making waves

Simple nuance of expression

As I bathe in the unknown 

I’m captivated by the question

When the now blossoms to then

And the things we do become back when

Who, who will I love 

Who will I love

Who, who will I love 

Who will I love

We watch the days fade away

Are these wrinkles or a thumbprint

Or maps of places we’ve been

Looking back the contrast heightened

As far as I can see, It’s ever changing

As far as I can know, We hold what we let go

As far as I’m concerned, I know less as i’ve learned

As far as I can be, I’ll be with who are

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Melancholy Blues

I used to think your teeth were just white curtains

Acts of optimism just to hide 

I confused bitterness for enlightened

I’ll admit that i’m still not satisfied...

At least Now I see

Now I see 

You were only trying to light a candle

While I stood on the shore and cursed the night

Slowly unraveling a time when

I needed melancholy blues to keep going     

Yesterday you told me that you loved me 

I wanted to ask if you knew what that means

My eyes have crows feet and know less as they’ve seen

It’s the prison bars of what appears free

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Paradox 

In a parking lot

In the pouring rain

Fumblin for the words

Like pocket change

Searching for conviction

When I’ve lost it all

I have a drawer of keys 

With no idea where go

Well I’m thinking of you again

And my sleep is lost

Drawing figures on the walls

We’re enough and not enough

It’s a healing bruise

It’s a violent peace

It’s a screaming silence

It’s standing on my knees

You…

All I know is you

All I know is you

All I know is

The river runs in paradox

Steady stream that never stops

Thirsty i return, regardless of...

The cup I drink out of your love

Insatiable yet still enough 

Blurs the line of need and want...

Picture an enduring friend 

No guilt of what might have been  

In every season evergreen...

A witness of each shifting phase

illuminates a woven space

The fabric of your sweet embrace

You…

All I know is you

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Pink Confetti

The fields were stirring again

Reaching for the heavens  

And we were making bets like a gambling man

Something like and ghost

Or something close enough

Pink confetti flying over us

All my cards are out on your table

These days I have less to prove

I’m trying to be the man I wanna be

Before the lesson of a hindsight view

For you I wanna be that for you

For you

You were a harvest in a full moon

A light in the dark to see me through

And take myself less serious

It’s not like the fear was gone

When you were finally in my arms

The way the fire burns but also warms