ask again
Ask again, to hear the words that the prophet said. Ask again for some kind of resolution so this conflict may end. Ask again, this time loud enough for all of us. You have been given the unfortunate task of speaking for many. Fail this time, and you will never be asked again.

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dream of life blues
These years are real. The pile of old photos, with upturned corners, without lines around the eyes, are not lies. These days are invisible. The moments obscured by overcast skies. A handful of flowers. If only my heart could talk, it would say, “I wish I had you”. These hours are for laughing in the night. No longer hell bent, waiting. Impending doom my mistress. To the fantasy, I willingly surrender.

these foolish things
That intoxicating moment when you feel the sea 'neath you feet. And you can run, leap, to a better place. One no longer under anyone's thumb. Matters of the heart become more complicated when the days grow dark earlier. The spider lures in a prey it couldn't catch. It's up to you to keep silent, walk away or come along for the ride. We head out as the high tide rises Chasing a moon, always out of reach.

the dance
She bites my tongue, then waits for me to speak. Her intentions roll with a melody that gives voice to suspicion. She wants to begin, what never ended. Wants to end, what never began. Her erotic fixations, make me what her all the more.