Hold a compassFind true northWispy clouds dull the starsWith only moonlight left to guideA gusty wind beckons the tide Invent constellationsYou and me inside,Dance and dineOur stories the lights that shineOur voices waves that mold the mountainsideThat carve the shelterFor the shipwrecked strangerGrown tired from pulling sails and dead anchor’s His tattered clothesThe ones she’d sewnA fond farewellFrom the golden coast Continue reading True North
From the back of the Vault. I wrote this sometime in like 2005 after watching Ladder 49 with Jaoquin Phoenix. Great film if you haven’t seen it. This was originally submitted for a school assignment, ha. I wish I hadn’t waited for the time to be right‘Cause time won’t wait,and then it’s far too late I never thought I’d make a mistake,that could affect me … Continue reading The Final Ladder
Man this guy must think I’m so stupidHe lies without second thoughtsIt’s the only thing about him that’s consistentOther than how often he’s wrong Doesn’t get why she’s so tiredWorking multiple jobsThe bills come out of her accountHe buys Pilsner and PBR Lights go downPour it outA puppet showFor an eager crowdAround it spinsAn interactive gameOne foot outNo escape She loves convenient truthsCan’t fail what … Continue reading Puppets
From the Vault, circa 2007 or so. We’re throwing lit matches and you’re spilling gasolineAny kid who’s seen a Hollywood movie knows this is a bad sceneWaiting on the gas leak to settle through this vacancyI might be able to make an entrance but you were always best at exits If this all you wanted then you could have just saidThis is the best you’ll … Continue reading Aesthetics
From the Vault, circa 2006 or so. I remember being heavily into Something Corporate and Jack’s Mannequin when I wrote this one, so if you’re trying to heard that one, think the SoCo “North” record. And if you haven’t heard that one, check it out, it’s arguably one of the best of its genre – I’ll drop a link below the lyrics. Not long after … Continue reading Terminal
They said I was sickAnd I’ve always been naiveTurns out it’s not me they seeJust the moments I succeed And I guess we define it differentlySame words, old dialect in a new sceneYears spent as an understudy with my own hands on the stringsWith multicoloured pens tucked into my shirt seamMoving slowly with the extras, Trying to match the mood swings You could say this isn’t … Continue reading Dialect
I know I’ve walked these stairsOnce soft carpet, now bareStripped away the marks we madeSomething’s never change Window sill still in decayA two-step followed by an arm raiseBroken latch on the back gateBlueprints of reimagined fate And now the voices echo off the wallsRepeating stories you thought we forgotShoulder stretched from room to roomFingernails bled straight throughHolding out without reprieveAnother drawn out soliloquy An empty nest … Continue reading Stuffed Owls
I’ve been walking a thin lineI’ve been swinging off balconiesI’ve been waiting such a long timeJust to have you here with me I’ve been letting go of old dreamsI’ve been fishing upstreamI’ve been crawling under barbed wireChoosing sickness over sleepTo be sure of what I seeTo have you here with me I’ve been taming dragonsHealing people in the streetI’ve been ignoring warning signs A train engine … Continue reading Here With Me
From the streetBuried disillusionCan’t competeLess than uselessStill I seeNothing moving, No restitutionA one-sided outdated constitution Written over unmarked graves No need to explain anythingReinvent reasons for choices madeIf you just pretend, it’s okay They say to let things fall where they mayThey say there’s a plan for things being this wayFor the greater good, they boldly proclaimHanging the hoods used to conceal their face Rested on concreteFace … Continue reading Constitution
Cut from the clothCollected scraps from the FleaChosen to leadPoisoned the well which we drink It’s all for the causeThe cause is in meA bartender keeps tabsWhile you spit blood in the sink Make way for the crusadersThe last of the divineIntervening will get you nowhereListening might Stand behind pillarsAn honest scout turns an eyeFumes emit from a sprinklerThey surround the outside Continue reading Cloth
Crooked Forest 