No Going Back

Hallways dark and deserted
Places lived but now are gone
Ideals twisted and perverted
Things I used to rely upon

Echoes of once still remain
Ghosts break into the ‘now’
Pushed aside but never cease
Always to return somehow

They are gone but I remain
Playing out the remaining days
Living them out once again
Reflecting on the many ways

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There are days; they never end
Others without thought at all
Ideas which I cannot defend
Then days without any recall

These spaces between are few
In silence beyond all reproach
Church of the mind; solitary pew
When the world cannot encroach

Balance is more than an act
Between sanity and eternal
The fine line possible and fact
Between living and the infernal

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Distant Skies

Walk with light in a darkening world,
Day’s sorrow with her secret smile.
Looking up to the blush of the sunshine,
Open up my dimmed eyes as I walk a mile.

Wearily they looked, without a care,
Youth’s early smile born of ripening fruit.
Wield their dark boughs to the virgin air,
Life grown of cruel moments near its root.

Gazing upon it with an anxious sigh,
Read the blue heavens with naked eyes.
The homage to men, each sun must die,
To smile, in the light of distant skies.

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Here To There

In the blink of an eye
It all becomes more
Fading into what was
All that has gone before

Living among memories
Chewed and distorted
To fit our current tastes
Edited and re-recorded

The show that never stops
No matter how we try
Replays the looped reel
Until we say goodbye

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There were times when nothing mattered
A time when the edge was only a dream
No one can explain how this could happen
Always trying not to take this too far now

Surely we have been made for another place
Where every sound is a symphony yet unheard
Temptation is falling and calling us home
Beyond the boundaries of the city lights

When that moment comes, who will be your help?
Heaving the last air of a world slipping away
Seeing colors we have never seen before
Voices in the dark call but no one listens

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I will dive right down for your love
Treading on broken glass and needles
Chest pains that come from breathing
Keeping up with this vertigo feeling

From under my dessicated tight skin
The insects come crawing from within
Now get up, the air is running low
Wait for the light to enflame the glow

What are we here for? Figure it out
What have we done that we are in for?
Who do we bow to, off feet, on our knees
Figure it out fast before it bleeds

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Out Of Place

Now I just fell to the ground
and woke to the sound of an earthquake
The glitch as I try to close my eyes
As the world crashed into the sky

Now I lay here and watch you sleep
With everything around me submersing
Sedating words make a tranquil rhyme
As the ravaged storm rages out of time

Twisting and turning I search for the sun
The heavens have become so very small from here
There’s a universe growing between these walls
And I know I shouldn’t be thinking about it all

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Before you can find me deep in the ground
The only place I am sure to go
When the final truths must become unbound

Sometimes there are pleasures in the pain
That’s the reason we keep on hurting
Maybe there is an angel who is lying again

Wondering where it came from, that first line
Knowing exactly where it will go
Lives and songs sung, but always out of time

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Welcome To The Edge

This is where it all comes down
The pressure rises in my veins
Where everything is real
Where everything is beautiful

Would you say everything is alright
Would you trade this life?
A random roll to lock it in
Light or dark bleak or colored

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See The Reality

Through filtered glasses
Seeing what we want
What we wish to see

Illusion is better than the truth
Lying to ourselves
Believing it was meant to be

Comparing scars has become
The game we play in life
But nothing remains to feel

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