Apartment Door

I could not keep Hope
Tied to the end of this twisted rope
I found only Fear
Selling ideas to our children here

I searched far for Love
I heard she only stayed a few months
Rumors in my head
And I’d lie awake waiting for her
To come comfort me while in bed

Like all rumors this one must be true
A lesson taught ever since grade school

This place has ill will
And every truth whispers the largest lie
Some bad alibi
I became Courage, but just for a day
Cause the heart dies in that time anyway

Well midnight black is shining down on me
But I want a light brighter than this night

I asked directions to the nearest church
And ended up at your apartment door
Where my best sins add up to such distrust
I swear I only wanted to find Love
In the absence of Truth we merely touch
And then it's lost but I want this answer

Because you’re easy
Easy to talk to
Spin me words that may or may not be true
But now it's too hard
Yeah your heart is hard
Will I be your friend even in the end?

I want this answer.

Anytown 2

1. Cover Letter


--Cover Letter

Dear Miss

Enclosed is a resume of writings
Of some poems, of my heart, through these lines
Are events I’ve noticed for months
The experience should be enough

I am seeking a permanent job
Unwilling for the temporary life
If you cannot contact the references
It is because they do not live in the present

Well they are still waiting
For something to happen
And look forward to the day
When their lives will be great

I hope you find everything is in order
I hope I am someone you remember
I hope to hear from you soon
I hope you make me someone new

Sincerely,

Anytown 1

This Is Your Life

The calendar page flips from
July to August
The kids buy supplies for school
Old friends enter work brand new
But still you’re sleeping in
The alarm was ringing, ringing off
Ringing, ringing, ringing..

And curse the daylight
Torching your weary eyes
Beers last night were healthy
Rids you of pain so easily

And waste the weekday
When the weekend can’t wait
Asleep this afternoon
Tired from nothing real to do

Now he questions himself:
Why is there nothing else?

This is your life, you must know
That these streets signs failed
At telling you where to go
Missing the red traffic light
Caused this crippling car crash
The sirens were ringing, ringing off
Ringing, losing, falling...

And fall from the sky
A bird who lost his flight
Wings too tired to rise
Extinguished from this burned out life

And die at the scene
Making this a ghost town
Where you’ll linger around
Until your lost soul hunts you down

And die at the scene...
Ladies, Gentlemen, this is the life
Of a man stuck somewhere inbetween
And if we remember him
At least for a day
Maybe he’d be on his way
His soul finds his ghost
Takes him away from the world of gray
He’s a man stuck somewhere inbetween

This is your life, or so it was
Tell me if who and when you loved
This is your heart, it went missing
Tell me if that means anything

This is your life, god it’s your life
No the years never did suffice
Now you question yourself:
Wasn’t there something else?

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Plastic on Couches

An old-fashioned sort of thing
Plastic on couches
Squeak whenever we’re sitting

From the outside I touch it
But without comfort
That comes from cotton fabric

So let me in, let me in
I have stared at this couch much too long
Take this plastic skin off

An old-fashioned sort of thing
Plastic on couches
Squeak whenever we’re sitting.

---My Blue Sheets

I have you

As nature intended

Near naked on my bed

With my blue sheets

Oh almost perfect

We're underneath this miniature sun

That provides us light for now

I think it’s time for a sunset

On this ocean blue foreground

So turn off the switch.

As if though we’d hide.

It’s dark in this studio room.

I’m still trying to find you.

Well we’ll find it soon.