When We Live

Life is a smile
Half illuminated by moonlight
Amid a troubled night
Full of traffic sounds

Life is the touch
Of travel worn feet
On plush carpet

Life is that sober moment
After a night of inebriation
Just before sleep comes
When it all feels alright

Life is the frost on the trees that glistens
Life is the deep breath after a hectic day
Life is when the lights are on
Life is when you flick them off

Don't need to care

Last one
For the night
While my brain falls apart
And all the lyrics that once were
Are now a pile of weren't

You aren't important
Niether am I

While this seems like a curse
A sentence handed down
Meant to oppress and compress you

Take heart
This is bliss
This is my key to a quiet life

When worlds shift and collapse
They do so without caring
They were bound to shatter anyway

I couldn't save them
Not even if I tried
I am free to care as I want

If it hurts me, so be it
I'm glad i've chosen to care

But if it makes me sick or bothers me so
I can simple say, "I am small"
And happily walk away

Demons have your heart, But...

They are just demons
Speakers of ill truth
Lurkers and liars
The creatures that rob
The beings that deceive

They are just demons
That which shackles you
Tickle your tepid heart
Cause your mind to race
Cause your bones to ache

They are just demons
That blank and black thought
Know that it isn't right
You are happy because you are
You are good because you are

Let no other being foretell the days
The future is sand and you may be the tide

Take hold upon that tepid heart
Squeeze it tight and be the reason it beats

Verse

I was once in verse
Until I became inverse
Now I'm upside down

Shaping

Put enough heat into metal

It will bend

Stretch

Glow

Deform

Flow

Melt

Liquify

Drip

Steam

Hiss

Evaporate

Put enough pressure on a heart

It will warp

Falter

Spasm

Stop

Chill

Rot

Disappear

But remember what heat and pressure are meant for

They shape metal into something greater than before

They cause a heart to grow into royalty

When we are gone

On the days past remembering
Clocks have lost the time
Calendars track years gone past
Dates grow upon the vines
A minute has become minute

The plants have taken it all back

Asphalt turned to soil
Steel turned to trellises
Glass a porthole to sun
Smoke the air they breathe

Unbroken they stand
With only night and day
And the ever growing green
To stand testimony to time

In silence they live
In winter they sleep
In harmony they create
In light they give and take
In equal measure

The superior species has won

Between Earth and Flames

Fire and Passion
Blood and Words
The command is that of war
The conquerers path never ends

Stone and Peace
Bone and Silence
The tidings speak of time
The wise mans road is gentle

Volcanic
Noise
The message is of pride
The leaders way is never simple

For when it doesn't

When it plays
The music seems to melt
Into a cloud that conceals
That wraps and holds you
It's more a part of the heart
Not a earl of the ear

When it plays
The music tears away
Pulling at flesh, bone, and blood
Taking everything real
Making everything dreams

When it plays
The music just plays
More than silence
Less then soul
Words to fill the silence
Paradise undiscovered

We have Grown

And sometimes I remember
That this self destructive time will pass
That the pills we eat, the poison we drink, and the hate we internalize
Will disappear into the photographs
That we hide in locked places
Pretending that they don't exist
Because they happened
We'll never forget or forgive ourselves
But if they stay locked away
Then we can act like we've changed
Like we've grown into who we were supposed to be

It turns out we're all a lie
Images of ourselves built up in our minds

Turns out I'm just a kid
Maybe you are too
But if we like
We could grow up together

We can move out of our parents house
Buy a crappy apartment
Not have enough money at the end of the month
Take a trip someplace average
Go to a fancy restaurant and act serious
Learn to dance together
Take an interest in the garden
Find a hobby
Get annoyed by each others habits
Enjoy early mornings more than late nights
Get together with friends and talk of the old days
Realize that we're covered in wrinkles

Then take out those pictures
That we always locked away
Realize that we have changed
We've grown up

The Love of Hephaestus

In the forge
I toil and turn
This dull and empty piece of earth
Into a shape
Pleasurable to see
Meant for your glittering eyes alone

Across the sea
I row and sail
This small and humble craft of wood
To reach the place
Where you lay
Awaiting my travel worn body only

Upon the bed
I hold and caress
This wondrous and beautiful love of mine
Who by morn
Will be far away
Alone but close at heart

Be the Mountain

Far off
Mountains echo
Caverns wind
Water moves slow
Blood flow of the land
Iron grows
Crystals sing
Darkness is everywhere
Universal and Nonexistent
Deep Below
Depths unknown

Be the mountain
Strength
Unmovable
Untouched by the wild weather
But filled with a quite life
Treasures uncountable
Wonders untold
A thousand passages
Each filled with some beauty
A safe place
A haven from the wicked world

Contradictions

I'm perpetually cold
Yet I'm moving north
How does that make any sense?

I dream of travelling
Yet I still can't drive a car
Yeah, I don't get it either

I abhor menial tasks
But the simple life sounds good
....the fuck?

Little Distractions

I wonder if everything went silent
How many people would lose their minds?
I wonder how fragile we all must be
If the absence of sound can break us.
I wonder about all these noisy thought
Are they keeping me alive?

Sometimes I think treacherous thoughts
Rebellions against my own self
Ways to break crumple and mutilate
I think about them frequently
Or maybe fleetingly
I can never recall

Anything is possible
The words of saints and heros
What they don't realize
Is that half the demons that ever were
Are just the daydreams of people
Who needed something to so

I think I'll sleep for the next hundred years
And wait till I'm a child of ignorance again
So hopefully everything will dazzle me
Make me forget that most things are all the same
Silence will make fools of us all
If only we listen for it

I'm just a silly guy

People think I act ridiculous
Because they think I'm better than them.

Actually

I act ridiculous
Because I know I'm so much less

Why does that make me so happy?

My Culture

I'm a white, fifth generation Canadian.
I don't have a fucking culture.
So I'm sorry that I don't understand the severity of the topic
And I get uncomfortable when it is discussed
But I'm still a step one
You're protecting your people
Your way of life
Your heritage
I'm still finding out what those mean.

Wanna know my heritage?
My way of life?
Thousands of sad lonely people
Hoofing it across a block of ice
To find a patch of earth
That they could stamp their names on
And make a little patch of their old country
Or forget that their old country existed.

See the theme?
The OLD country
The place that came before
One way or another
MY culture
is built around every other one
It's the space between the walls
It's the frame of the photograph
It exists only because something else does.

So my culture is either a bastardization of yours
Or the rejection of it
And all those disgusting shades of non-existance in the middle

And all this rage is aimed at myself
Though it lashes out
I don't hate your culture
I'm not lusting over it either
I long to have what you have
Something to protect
Something that is part of who you are
Something that you are a part of

I don't understand
And I'm sorry