TRAVEL  

Shooting star across the vast sky 

My fingers trace your cheek 

Feel the starlight in your hair  

and the ocean in your eyes 

She says beauty is far better when blind. You can see your dreams in real time then..  Who can disagree with that? 

 Dance in the day and drive by the light of the moon…
rythem can take you many places , she said.   Just keep driving.. 

Can you see me ?

I swear sometimes i can hear you dream

Those 3 am adventures can be so calming

Do you hear me ?

Maybe the man with the rainbow voice filled your head again

Floating can make you ill

Shall i lie here in disdain or listen to your far away breathing ?

Are your clouded sights working once more ?

Shall i remain or play your favorite character ?

Perhaps this time ill be out of the way

I want to believe there is gold somewhere

Reach past the fallen masks and catch a vision of myself

or remember how its like to be you or..

Lets pretend…

Lets tell each other stories,…

Maybe they will come true.

Intoxicate me by loosing myself.

Maybe one day we will return….

One day

The Attraction

Parallel me, Then we shall be mirrored in sequence
Invade me, mock my view of self control 
Dispel me, remove all my illusions of patience
Enchant me , enhance my view of reality 

Elevate me to where you are
Make me believe, make me thrive 
Leave me with your self obsession 
Question my sanity, quell my morals 

Let me loose inside of you 
Let me feed from your honey tree
Let me become your skin , let me be your shroud 

Captivate me, my new religion 
Make me renewed, make me born again

Revive me

(c) 2010

A light appeared over the horizon as we pointed to the sky. Spot the ghost light was one of the extra curricular activities to do since Julie caught the condo fever. In her own mind, she was able to save part of the original wooden beams from tacky white yuppie kitchen sets and a bedroom that looked more like one of those platforms you would see in a monkey cage.  We often entertained the idea if we supplied her uncle enough brew and attached a pole , he would head there dangle his head from the top and scratch his ass with a leaf. I wondered if it had less to do with saving the integrity of the old place then whoring ourselves out  to whats going to happen any ways. 100 year old buildings are giving way to parking lots, condo conversions and more stores to add to the Wal Mart cult… history to give out to the cookie cutter generic qualities of suburbiaville… Shes got a small piece anyway I thought.  I pointed to the sky again and yelled out. I spot another one. She shouted out they must be looking for the next victim to put on their porn mag “anal probe weekly”…  We pointed out the people below us, but there was no response…  It was just us drunk knights surviving on the last bit of brick in the neighborhood, and we kinda liked it that way