Tomorrow Comes Today

I sit, depressed, in the darkened room
Swoon
Depression's daft drama changes the pace
I race
towards my bed where I can finally lay my head
I said,
"goodnight world, goodnight peace,
my dreams are coming soon like turmoil in the Mid-East."

I will wake to tomorrow's tomorrow
and on that day I'll end my sorrow
it's coming soon so depressed in this darkened room
I still swoon.

Waking to the new days dawn
the day that will seem like tomorrow,
I hold onto a vision, the only one-
Good morning world, what a beautiful sun.

Too much heart

There's no one I can run to
there's nowhere to hide
from the feelings that come with darkness
the ones that eat you from the inside.

love immortal's fake
and there's no love at first sight
I know so much of this
when I go to sleep at night.

The fire in my soul
is dwindling with the hour
and the tears come resurrected
from so much sweet and sour.

I lie alone again
and pray for a loving friend
to stroke the back of my head
and tell me we have no end-
though truth sets in to tell me
I have nothing I can send
to the lover of my dreams
my immortal loving friend.

Where do I go to tell this fateful joker
I want to get off that this is the end?

Apathetic remorse

So quick was the moment
in which I fell for you
and then we were finished
like a spell of broken voodoo.

The weeks I had counted
are done and newly free
and now forever was without you
like looking out on the sea-
As I sit here alone and die separately.

A moment of truth

The last loss of luxury
is always the worst of all
Thinking you have everything
then plummeting with the divine fall.

One day you'll awake
and see the gifts on you've wrought
Those things you thought were so important
Can, by anybody, be bought
but the best things in life are born from a thought.

Angel in the Thick.

Through the trees and shrubbery
of life's consistent obstacles
I forged a path of destiny
and made my way to a clearing.

There amongst the toadstools stood
my angel in the razor-vine wood.
As if to get here I must bleed
rewarded with this different breed.

She toys with charms
and charms with smiles
so winning my heart
through passion's denial-
and I could love her through innocence trials.

Though she has wings to fly away
she holds my heart: decides to stay
and I am swift and strong but I
don't know how long I can sing the angel's lullaby.

For if she wakes and sees me true
I hope she'll still say, "I adore you."
and lay in this meadow
where there's no way out for me
It takes so long
but if we're lucky
there are angels we get to see.

I'm not a religious man
but feelings like these
must come from divinity.

The Distance

I looked in your eyes
and saw what I want
that wandering vision
from so far away.

The sweetness grows weary
the love soon subsides
but something lays hidden
in those vagabond eyes.

I hope that you care
and feel my heart beating-
from so far away
I hope your desires aren't fleeting-

but I'll wake to this nightmare
where you aren't there.

A reason to be aloof

And when you least expect it
it creeps up from behind
like an uninvited house guest
love: genuine-
and leaves you like a ratty rag
when you feel divine.