Crimson Sky Morning

Crimson sky morning 
Comes with no warning, they say
Now there's a sailor in mourning
In a sea of her illusions
Lost in the waves of her hair
As far as he'll stretch he'll never touch it
As deep as he'll sink he'll never sort it out
He'll hallow his desperation out with his stick
A clout to maim his shame
 
Crimson sky morning 
Like painted bleeding hearts upon the sky
A canvas stretched out
to hold the portrait of the words we cannot say 
Feelings displayed 
For a world that couldn't understand
A sun that won't stop rising, above
A human condition that only dies in the end
It's just the truths that we won't own

A mindset we've enslaved

Lessons from a dead man

Lessons from a dead man
his silence speaks to me
i couldn't have learned more from the living
his absence of soul makes mine half as whole
 
Here you are their last words
Like a heroine in some a victorian novel
Some martyr for a cause you cannot shake
In disbelief you file your thoughts to some unsought place 
and pack their things away 
 
Ands it's dim in the dying
Every word needs its note to pair
A final poetry
Just casual conversation
Soon you'll be gone 
The turn doesn’t take very long
 
you're the last voice they hear
you're the last touch they feel
and your mind drifts to the body of someone
you're told you can't heal
A coping mechanism
so nothing is ever real someone
you're told you can't heal
A coping mechanism
so nothing is ever real

I cant sleep tonight
Thoughts like waves of chaos mixed with meaning
Some days you cant even catch a breath
 I'm scared to drift asleep 
Haunted by the bodies still leaning
On the last ounce of sanity I've left
 
The vastness of the land
When I'm sitting on Mt Zion
The waves against the rock 
from the top of Sunset Cliffs
The sound of a seaplane's engine
Rising over Vancouver's harbor
The smell of you behind me
And your hands tangled in my hair 
 
You ask the things I want
It sounds just like a joke 
I touch them for a moment 
But they're never really mine
Take the time to clear my mind
But it never really gets there

Your Elephants

Your crushing elephants 
rest upon my chest  
Your crushing elephants
Air absconds my chest

Your crushing elephants

 
entangled in the language
we stutter as we speak 
and if the words could find their way out 
We'd be twice as weak
 
Silence is our strength 
Burning, broken through this war 
Hiding the bombs of our own destruction
deafened by our own explosions
Only ringing is heard, instead of the screams of warning pleas
Running to shelter in
In the arms of unknown enemies  

Running to shelter in your arms of elephants 

your crushing elephants

The coffee brews

And you know just by the smell

what I’m going through

Drawing warmth through lips slightly patent

The caffeine keeps me waking

Justifies the shaking

Over you

 

One round pill 

to stop the shaking

A shot of booze to stop the aching

The song timed to the beating of my heart

Precarious rhythm bound to stop 

Here I am sitting all alone

In the dark

 

Six bronze strings

With too much tension 

Needing relief and the action is low

An anticipated note resonates through

The vibration stirs deep inside

Fretting down you close your eyes

Imagining your hands on me

Vibrato

 

In a room

Some distance away 

Not privy to the sound you play

Unaware of the notes lofting in the air 

There lies a girl, unamused by the start of the day

Too numb to feel, too sad to sing

She takes her coffee

Black