mirrors don't lie

well we're an unexpected duo,
but i won't heed what the critics say.
i, too, tend to bash fairy tale endings
yet i'll let it slide just for today.

scrape off your make up, i don't care.
make a mess out of your hair
and i'll fall harder than you'll know.
yeah, there's no need to impress
because God has made you blessed.
your beauty, to him i owe.

so donate your time to me, beautiful,
i'm one cause you could never resist.
there's a charity deep within my bones
it's one of clarity and careless bliss.

scrape off your make up, i don't care.
make a mess out of your hair
and i'll fall harder than all the rest.
God designed your face, a work of art,
to emanate your stunning heart,
and he always knows what's best.


haha. i'm such a sucker for love songs.

the voracious appetite

so she's the all-american dragon
and we all know mythical beasts don't need breaks.
she generates a mighty sweat, burning men's hopes and dreams
but she never feels the muscle-aches.


whoot! girls are chumps!

buy that field, boy!

it's a debilitation existent since birth,
replace my vices.
pricetags ripped out of the stitching
we're all of equal worth.
bury under my skin,
purchased with blood cells and platelets,
wine vinegar and glass shards;
remove that pearl
cause it's not at home on earth.

forgive the trespasses i've allowed;
refresh this page.
a heart-shaped card torn asunder,
a darkened, blasting cloud.
slice through the layers of my soul
bought with miracles and betrayals,
fought for with broadswords and poetry.
restore that chest
cause the vessel of a treasure should be breathtaking.

banners & footholds

let's store our memories deep inside
our circumstancial, metal bin.
a condemnation, plated in tin
and now you can't see through me.

the you that once was
cracked the code to my crevasse,
this gaping, prevalent hole.
too weighted for you to catch
but my heart has long since gone
blocked itself from sure endangerment
my misjudgement evident
if cells won't dare hold criminals,
how can i hold you?

time it has no power here
empty space, it holds no mystery
your fingers waiting listlessly
nervousness is not your good side

trading thoughts beneath the radar
we've all worn out our invitation
charming, blessed anticipation
leave while you're still intact.

the you that once was
cracked the code to my crevasse,
this gaping, prevalent hole.
too weighted for you to catch
but my heart has long since gone
it's served two masters for its entirety
we assume but don't accomplish
and if plans are never infinite
how can i hold you?

your ideas cannot save me from
this unexplainable detriment
and if you and i were never meant
how can i hold you?


i just couldn't help saying some of the rhymes. even if they don't make sense. "unexplainable detriment... you and i were never meant." who could resist?

adherance, persay?

bust into backstage
holding nothing but a calm demeanor.
change the reel,
'cause this isn't the scene i want.
we'll burn this theatre
but release its denizens to cause their terror.
they'll initiate more harm
than a love-struck teen.
and we'll never know what hit us.

praise God from whom
all blessings flow.
praise the industry who
cradles us through the hours.
praise controversy,
eliminating life's simplicity.
but don't praise me
i'm just an interpreter.
and i never know what you mean.

pencilling with my finger,
i'm etching on your back
a message you can't read;
and i'd never intend you to.
illustrating the story
of our relationship so sadly undefined
but i'll inscribe it anyway.
i write to unload, i write for you.
and you'll never know the joy.

praise God from whom
all blessings flow.
praise the industry who
cradles us through the hours.
praise controversy,
eliminating life's simplicity.
but don't praise me
i'm just an interpreter.
and i never know what you mean.

but don't praise me.
oh don't you dare praise me,
cause you should know by now
that i never know what you mean


probably my best to date. but don't take me to court on that.

notwithstanding

now or never or possibly later
don't lie, it's all up in the air
and regardless of how you feel
we could always rewind this reel.
make a decision, or leave it alone
don't lie, i know your hands aren't bare
i'll step back and watch your dramatics
release your emotions from boxes in attics

brace for impact

please don't plan for the future.
slip of the hand, you'll hit the pavement.
honestly, don't trust my grip;
learn to anticipate the trip.
break a nail or break your own heart.
there's no hollywood from where we are.
we always start with the end in mind;
it's the curse of our kind.

you just don't understand.
no, even if i told you, minus the metaphors.
it's difficult to let you down lightly
with your happiness radiating so brightly.
a parting glance i'll give to you
and a half-hearted explanation:
we always start with the end in mind;
it's the curse of our kind.

12°

it's mixed messages i receive on my screen,
you create pandamonium in my mind.
but i'm in a place where my heart's at peace
and i thank God for that

i don't let down barriers;
self-reliance is a perfect quality.
i can't have you destroying that
because inside i'm cold as chilled porcelain tiles.
i'm comfortable at 12°.

i built a hundred gates
and posted ten thousand guards
but somehow you broke through
for the sole reason of proving you could.
now my city lies crumbled
as you stare from a hilltop far away.

erase my mind.
because i prefer a blank page
to a torn one anyday.

12°C of course

lemon, lime, acid chyme

and they're being such tools for you
instruments that you can pluck and rate
but be cautious which chord you strum
because i swear, if you break his string
your neck will be in a similar state.


why yes, i am vicious sometimes. only poetically though.