the love passed us by.

in the dark alley we stood.
the lighter turning on my cigarette
was the only glow we saw.
i shouted drunk off whiskey
i shouted my souls worried thoughts.
afraid of losing a love,
or an illusion of love was torturing my heart.
i tried to flirt with the idea that i was only being silly.
in the back of my mind, though,
it pierced me in the heart,
the knowledge that we didn't belong.

i needed to leave,
and i needed to leave fast.
bid farewell to my vision of our love.
how can we fill this empty canvas--
how can we paint a picture of us
when my paintbrush is the only one moving?

the stars i talked to back in the day
when our future was darker than tonight.
i see it clearly now.
clinging to you,
the idea of you.
i guess this is my cue
to get up and out of here.
leaving this blurry vision
in my head up to fate.
i digress, lighting another cigarette,
putting on hold the fact
that it just isn't you.

I doodled a dream
and slurred it to you in my whiskey speak.
it was a dream only meant for sleep and nothing more.
we were always the sleeping kind anyway.

i felt as though, this love that never glowed
had passed in my sleep.
i woke up still high from my dream.
our love never left these walls.

our past is a starry night,
hey, daytime has to come soon...

in this dark alley we still stand,
full of fog.
i know tomorrow i will wake up
and it will be gone alltogether.
our love that grew dwindled away into the night.

Mass. Street Blues

the midnight sky
is full of stars,
while you were off
contemplating mars...


i left my heart in
Lawrence, KS.
My soul feels unsure
as I watch the stars
fall from the sky.
I wish more than anything
for this feeling of home
to return to me.
This season twirls in my head.
I make snow angels
on the flatland
and blow kisses to the
infinite plain.
I sit here,
twirling my hair
around my fingers
in the grass.
Dreaming about my open heart
in the city filled with wonder.
To join me in this city,
selling your soul
and dreams for two bucks a pop.
To join you, in L-Town,
where dreams flow freely
and your soul is always open.

That's where my heart is.
Smiling as wide as Clinton Lake.
The only forbidden soul is the
gate to Stull Cemetary.

Still, there is love here.
Though it's interrupted now
by the glitz and the glamour.

Above the mountains
or walking the infinite plain...
I'd rather be walking.

a baby blurb...

always close your eyes to
dream at night with
a contented heart...