That haunted place

That haunted place

that chases time into restraint

that calls to dark spurs

come play below the gallows

explore my empty chambers

that haunted place

is where I wait

Waiting for a ride

The journey ahead holds many casualties

waiting for the fork in the road to claim them

it's there where my ride begins

Swift Moments

Fate waves a heavy hand

changing our destiny

in swift moments

unforeseen

until they've arrived

unchangeable

forever after

Spirits Fly

She was set to let her spirits fly

giving wings to her dreams

letting them soar and die

Straight and Narrow

We picked Tony as the leader of our reform group

becuase he was such an easy going guy. We thought

that everything was going to be cool. Wrong we were.

We never counted on the thing going to his head.

Demands, demands, demands....

He thought he was president or something

The biggest problem was every Tuesday

when we had our meetings

the whole thing would be such a mess.

Tony would start off with his usual speech

about how he was going to help us all reform

get us to walk the straight and narrow

of course all we could do was laugh

he'd get pissed off

but he was boring and we couldn't help ourselves

our little conversations on the side

turned our meetings into social gatherings

we'd start eating, drinking, and smoking

until one day we noticed Tony on the ground

it took a while to get the gaurds to come around

and haul him off to the crematory

Commentaries Unknown

Boxes seen outside, next to garbage dumbsters.

Boxes filled tinted gold coins, with a sun setting somewhere

big house or something more

or something strange

three staircases

one not to be used

it's saved for show, or something like that

broken banisters

a cripple wobbling near the edge of disaster

three stories and cauldrins

boiling substances

in great fireplaces

dusty light

afternoon haze from nowhere

no windows to be found

a musk in the air

a presence floating around

with hollow ringing voice

making commentaries unknown

Death Toll

Yes, just another story of hate

and to look for a cause we would probably

have to start at the beginning

but most of that is lost or forgotten

so, let's just pick up on the story

where it stands now...

It's the beginning of the day

the middle to many others

and the realization comes

that this happens quite often

and the familiar faces were seen

and the names remembered that went with them

and the man in charge was doing

what he was told was important

and his peers were all now named subordinate

and the leader hollered and barked

directions and directives

yet he still kept his followers in the dark

and he reigned in the day

and relaxed at night

control through opression

motivation sprang from the hate it brought

the death toll was the cost

Left to ponder

and so came frustrations

with his years

and brother disaster

confirmed his fears

Eden was the land his of youth

everything was beautiful

everything a truth

yes, he remembers when it fell

and with age

came that land called hell

his paradise lost

and left behind

as he ponders

the world made by mankind

Gone Wrong

The courtroom stands

the judge enters, black robes in place

here the emotion is hate, revenge at hand

husband and wife here for the get evens

the love they had now just so costly

a fight for possession of community property

expensive staging, a legal production

this, their final confrontation

lawyers in charge of the children

to use as part of an elaborate subduction

everyone trying to make sense of the wreckage

attorneys scheme to obliterate the other side

anything to encourage the breakage

the payoff comes to who can better undermine

here, both sides consumed

meals are anger and vengeance

dragged out days of pain

hate reaching its full potential

oh, how much hurt is produced

reducing all to victims of love gone wrong

Ordinary Guy

His face spoke

he wore his mood there

upset or happy

emotions had no place to hide

no one had to wonder

or guess why

he was an open book

just an ordinary guy

Click

Sensitivity broken

like the walls

and lines between

here we sit

click click click

Right before my eyes

The story started right before my eyes

I was just playing in the sand

my first impression

things rolling past me

at the speed of light

my first impression

sight and sound

I'm a T.V. Set

adjust my blinders

so that I can see

only what I want to see

Lost Nights

Time lord of lost and lonely nights

drive away the quiet fears

remove the doubts from my sight

leave tomorrow bright and clear

Days of Youth

There are only ghosts left

glimpses of former selves

wandering the shadows of memory

roaming passages of time

where days of youth unwind

Deception

It was a sanctuary of activity

days of passing amusement

nights of bright lights

gone were days of scarcity

this our new enlightenment

deception our delight

Stand Proud

What is behind the eye

is it truth or is it lie

when hard times hit the city

some worked, others sought pity

there's no second guessing a crowd

work hard and stand proud

Stuff

That of which you are

as you crawl away

from your getaway car

On the beach

Fun day in sandland

waters returning the ground they steal

where hillsides fall against your face

and throw you under to taste the sand

Don't call me

The number is on the phone

if you need to use it

we came out to see

here are our lives, parted like the sea

on film they glow with some meaning

in time they come to an end

and gone, we'll bother no one

ever again

Knowing

What do you do with everything that you know

do you just keep it behind your eyes

and then fool the world by telling them lies

or are you just the jester in another's show

have you lost the secrets between your ears

are these times your days to eat

or your life a running holiday treat

with you falling out behind pathetic lears

Endless Kingdom

Friendly sounds of the day

echoing within my head

sunset approaching

pictures held tight for the night

these people here to stay

to scream and to play

in joyful summer delight

the radiance of youth shinning through them

as they burned themselves into my sight

while they built their endless kingdom

Along the rails

Summer's passing like years along the rails

until those days are gone

buried in the snows of time

where we run out the clock

Put the past away

We put the past away today

we're leaving it there to stay

cause it wasn't doing us much good

running around in fading yesterdays

where all was misunderstood

Setting the controls

Who's setting the controls

machines ready to cross black sea tides

the time is right

the hour is now

building infernos

called desire

running silent

depleted resources

visions of the past

calling themselves gods

dying heroes

coming into focus

extortion

expectation

no explaining

no map to follow

conspricy

sages done fast

Dream Making

Sleeping with my eyes open

getting very excited about yesterday

hypnotic words with sound and beat

caused me to be this way

only to close my eyes

removing the world with a dream

floating away within empty skies

Done

can you hear them singing

can you see them running

chasing after love

gone

doom

done

Love the mystery

The future held surprise

and was beyond anything to compare

standing there taking it all in

would she hold my hand

or just hold me tight

yes she's love the mystery

Falling Rain

The rain comes down

trickling walls of water

falling into the sea

where she waits for me

not making a sound

she stands in repose there

At home

Called to duty, fooled we've got something to protect,

we give up our direction and identity,

while we make ourselves at home

The Crash

Life takes you for a ride

where there's no getting off

until that day you finally crash

How it must be

That sights called tomorrow

were hard to understand

nothing to pursue

it was all there

in the palm of my hand

every world I spoke was true

everything around me

glowing an honest hue

disaster had faded away

beyond memory, this eternity

corruption now harmony

this is how it must be

The falling

Discreetly sleeping in the light of his life

totaling the days on broken machinery

smug comments used as fitting proposels

yet he never retreves a wife

thoughts changing with the scenery

the carousel's gold hoop is in his hands

a decade in the passing

tarnished, he tries to take a stand

Follow the path

On the streets of yeterday we roam

looking ahead to our dreams to come

if we stay on track and follow the path

Carry On

Once here, and there, and everywhere

we call to everybody, who calls to somebody,

who calls to anybody, who calls to nobody

but nobody is there

and I think beware

for the night approaches

and I run,

and I hide,

and I cry,

and wonder why

why the night?, why now when all was fun,

and all was good, why the shadows over

my neighborhood?

for I am young and I am strong

don't bring on the my fears

that disappointment

telling me that

success won't come

in my progressing years

I've seen it done, it can't go wrong

just let me in to carry on