Memoirs of a Zombie

Sometimes I feel like a zombie.
Rising from the grave.
The yard.
Walking with a limp.
Unaware of my disposition.
My distraction.
Dead, but somehow still alive.
Pale as all hell.
Rings around my eyes.
Staggering.
I want to be loved.
Searching for a way to be normal again.
But what does normal even mean?
What song does normal sing?
I'm still here.
Despite the color of my hair.
I crawl for days.
Sleep for years.
Hope to hear the call.
The telephone ring.
The words.
The love they bring.
I'm a mess.
Staking my claim for a better life.
A better way.
With you.
As for now I'll step back.
Back into my grave.

A Midnight Confession

Off the hinge onto the floor.
The shallow water floats my door.
Drifting out into the sea.
This house becomes a harmony.
The simple sound of tiny towns.
That string together ups and downs.
Motioning for mourning less.
And midnight more till we confess.

More Than Anything

Whether it be a subway station or the country music hall of fame...

Fate Doesn't Cast a Shadow

These shadows are tall. Stretching out across my mind. The sun is low, a sunset. But why not a sunrise? If I turn around to face the light, will tonight become the passing day? Set to reverse and then to replay. My heart jerks the chord out from the wall, and still, it shines. It lives and breathes and burns with love. Far from gone, but too close to call. So I shout. I yell. And give the finger to fate. I won't except an excuse for giving up. Cause I'm still here, and I'm still smiling. These tears will never sink my dreams.

A Blissful Eye

Shake and crumble.
The road we split in two.
When what I thought was not to come.
To see, or hear, or follow through.
It seemed as if this building would stand.
So wide, with room for more.
Foundation frames the face that tries.
To open up the door.
So crack the window.
See the light.
The world will shake.
But not tonight.
For what was lost will lose my sight.
Behind the eye of blissful bright.

Two Plus None is Three

Beauty sits beneath the sky.
And hides behind a key.
A conversation we can fly.
A ghost to cross the sea.
I hope you read, to hear, to feel.
A closer call of pain.
The love who sends a seventh seal.
Of sun from snow to rain.
So set it free and send a sound.
I'm still for who you are.
A heart so big it shakes the ground.
So near so sure so far.
For fourteen days and fourteen nights.
Till two plus none is three.
A distant word could be my sight.
So dark, so still, so green.
So flick it on and watch it fade.
From where you were before.
The light you shine becomes a star.
A moment meant for more.

Paint a Smile

And so it sets. The limitless end that swings back into a start. The artist moves her brush, paints a smile. Enigmatic pieces put the picture back on display. Anonymous at times, but proud to take a back seat. I'm so near, so not. So much more in tune with all the little tricks of trade. Tearful wishes for a better life. All you wanted was to be great. You always were. Always will be. A change of scenery whispered secrets into your ear. Reaching for your heart. Sinking back into his chair. Composing wonder out of cool, crisp thin air. After all, what you pretend is what you become.