SWIMMING TOWARD THE BLACK DOT

Black spot heavy ink to my bones
from stark sitting floating alone
now my limbs are writing I start blurry
casting a stone a lone ripple
tears through the blank
lighting the face of the deep
stirring the delicate monsters I keep
pushing down
kicking toward the ground
there’s a word there I need
as far in this world as I can from belief

swimming toward the black dot

I see bodies bobbing and wasting on the shore
soggy pages litter the sand with pure thought and
white bones clean as mind in a vacuum taking sun
safe beach blankets flat and getting nowhere
see those bodies bobbing and wasting on the shore
soggy pages litter the sand with pure thought and
lying lying lying in themselves
dying dying dying clean and pure beneath a parasol

Black spot heavy ink to my bones
from stark sitting blank and alone
now my limbs are writing
I start blurry casting a stone a lone ripple
tears through the blank

stirring the delicate monsters I keep
pushing down
stirring the delicate monsters I keep
pushing down 

HEAVEN IN PENNIES

Look at you
too proud to say what you need
what? the bell in the church of your mind aint’
been swung in such a long time
dull brass and spiderwebs choking the sound
locks on the gate round your fountain
all dry
pretty cherubs of stone await silver rain from the sky
why? come down and open your mind
we’re searching the ground for pennies
we all wish for a voice from the sky
and still watch the ground the pennies

open the door to your steeple
it’s empty where people would gladly
give a coin to restore
your rosy window panes
broken and boarded up

others come mending the curtains
re-roping the bell that reminds you to move while you pray
polish and ring on down each wish you make
children now splash in the fountain
the coins we have counted are laid on a plate
for feeding more
now come down and open your eyes
start searching the ground for pennies
we all wish for our riches on high
and still work the ground for pennies

come down and open your mind
start searching the ground for pennies
we all wish for a voice from the sky
and still watch the ground the pennies

now come down and open your eyes
start searching the ground for pennies
we all wish for our riches on high
and still work the ground for pennies 

 

COLONIAL FIRE

ghost of the fire hungry and bold
glows in the corner of my wood soul

all his paper words have turned to stone
graves in the garden
all burned to bone
sign your name, and claim one of your own
graves in the garden
all burned to bone

the ground is stolen I hotly own
ghost of the fire, glows in my home

all his paper words have turned to stone
graves in the garden
all burned to bone
sign your name, and claim one of your own
graves in the garden
all burned to bone

my flesh on this earth is bound to live
somewhere
but where
everywhere I rest my head
that fire ghost
stands at the foot of the bed

money's the ember on my wood soul

all his paper words have turned to stone
graves in the garden
all burned to bone
sign your name, and claim one of your own
graves in the garden
all burned to bone 

I AM TELLING YOU

Get your hands off of me
when I tell you to
why are you bothering me?
do you think it’s cute?
when I’m telling you

We’ve said hello
now just say goodbye
quit bothering me
when you’re not my type

it isn’t complicated
turn around
and go that way
when I tell you to

I can’t admire you
when you stand so close
there
now let me look at you

I was right before

it isn’t complicated
turn around
and go that way
when I tell you to
I’m not asking you
I am telling you 

 

THE WAYS YOU GOT THE LOVE

You’ve got a certain way about you darlin
let me begin
counting the ways
you’ve got the kind of love I need
you’ve got the kind of love I need
The years I waited for you seemed un-ending
wasted and grey
you turned my sky
colored again
and brought the kind of love I need

what do you count on a long wakeful night?
you should count on me
good for a drink or a dance or a fight
breaking up can be as sweet

what do you count on a long wakeful night?
you should count on me
good for a drink or a dance or a fight
breaking up can be as sweet

You’ve got a certain way about you darlin
let me begin
counting the ways
you’ve got the kind of love… 

I DO

my heady heart needs space and patience
cleverness too
give it some time
my heart’s already bowing to you
the brightness in you, see, I fear will consume me
I try to control the light laws of the universe
though I know already
I love you
I do
my heady heart is always thinking
time is the truth
while the star in my heart is already
shining for you
calling light to collide
giant and merging I
know I can’t control
the laws of the universe
all I know is darling
I love you
I love you
its simple
I do 

 

DOUBLE JOINTED CANYON

To know what it means when the brain throbs to warn of symptoms that ride along.
With this potion made by the trauma one distill inside their mothers womb.
When it spills over into the bunkers that men make to protect themselves from joylessness envied my something unknown.
What does it feel like to wake up to a monster that's dressed itself in your clothes?
Being left off of the portions of remembrance that have moved on to nurture themselves.
Long live the time when there was no need to exchange simpler feelings with toxicity.
Being born out of the same fashion that ruined so many past movers of trails.
Enduring the pain while being swallowed by what used to be the open arms of lament.
Then comes along a delicate triumph.
Glory be to the ones that heed not to potential consequence, but take to trial all that has permitted itself to become common law.
The time will come when the shadows of those wakeless mornings will bow to the masters of truth.
The masters of priority. The masters of might and will.
The holders of a vase that reinsures the proof that shown itself at the beginning of time.
For all time. 

Lyrics by Justin Tyson