Day/Night [Haiku]

Clouds are a cobweb,
with the sun as a spider
eating all the stars.

Behind

No, you couldn't tell.
So quiet behind the sheet,
quick to judge, slow to follow
the movement of their feet.

Signs lay trapped on the street,
rounded corners now broken bones;
They aren't looking for the beginning
the end didn't leave them so alone.

Pink clouds hide a half-baked home
when the sun collapses luck is grey.
Dark brings an awkward reckoning,
not the questions exposed by day.

Cover up the wayward prey,
the eyes that have no sleep.
Marks on skin and emptiness
follow me like sheep.

Behind the broken bed they keep,
the flowers that've misplaced bloom
back to when they were born,
leaving all too soon.

Questioning shapes in the moon,
once had lived but left behind,
on the street of lost intention
where no one has time.

Password

Go against the tide.
My birthday is a waste of time.
I always feel 8, 18 or 80.
Lights are too bright,
shoes in the spotlight.
Imagination is key
but stop dreaming.
It's worthless,
it's endless.
Philosophy and fuck the world,
everything I'm too blind to see
the endless opportunity
that I've heard of.

Faith in Leaves

My worst is when I feel my best, promise not to look the other way.
You're always parading around through mirror stores, aware of what they say.
Does it bother you that they're just as shallow as you refuse to be?
No regret cards to be played, when you're down-side is swinging from a tree.

And you're telling me not to be so silly, that without respect you lose it all.
Behind, I hear distress yelling, "don't fall, don't fall."
I drew my back to everything I thought I always knew, and let my legs down,
Flying with the aliens, the dinosaurs the truth wouldn't have allowed.

Cheers to the mystery and the misery and the endless possibility,
Not having to get pulled into routine by continuity.
"You could be just like a star if you ever connect with the Earth,
Underneath the trench coat dreams in you there's more than the dollars worth."

Gave it up for the one who believes in transformation,
The figure who never has to live through the same alteration,
The blood is stained on the microscope slide,
There's nothing left inside left to hide.

Beginning to End.

Bright behind the boulevard where the broken see-saw hides,
Mosquito’s find their long lost wings and circle with the flies.
It’s all the same when you hide your shame without saying goodbye.
No, there’s nothing underneath the name so your eyes shouldn’t deny.

Sugar in your pocket, honey on the mind and tasting just like lime.
Take off the time and your shoes, both never will be mine.
Empathy knows no place ending emotions that can’t stay,
In the river or in the ocean where the dead can float away.

But the feeling of restraint won’t let me climb to the top of all wrong,
String sitting tied around my ankles, I started from Point A so strong,
How is this all worth it, how do you reach the end with the road in ties?
How am I meant to go through the motions with no life behind your eyes?

Stray Dog Freedom

There's a dog down the end of the road,
He doesn't really have a home.
He sits on the street corner and begs
Caught in between the turning legs.

And if you're true he'll follow you,
Across rusted train tracks
To the old motel down the street,
Where I toss him leftovers, uncooked meat.

His tail wags "thanks, thanks, thanks,"
He'll be our visitor for a day.
Rinse the dirt off his back,
Let him sleep in my lap.

On my couch he snores through dreams,
Until he feels his freedom is at stake;
When he wanders off another way,
Before he feels the need to stay.

So, I'm catching the 10 o'clock train,
Skipping between battered towns,
The squeak of the brozing train tracks
Reminding me to never go back.

No, you won't catch me out here.
I've got nothing to hold me back;
Nothing to lose, just like my friend,
I'll stay for a while but leave you in the end.



Adaptation of: http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/Stray-Dog-Freedom-lyrics-Bright-Eyes/D7EA7F8EFD93CD9C482572730011F753

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Loose stringed guitars that lay on your floor.
I remember stories that filled me from the core,
Creating music with the wind through the screen door:
You'd try covering it too long, it couldn't take anymore.

An eye irritation. The words were too much.
Keeping close those eyes that were too cold to touch.
Well, the floor had spilled carpet all over the room,
Your feet were a breeze, chasing the moon.

The carpet surrendered as it started to rain,
The windows were shaken, but didn't complain.
How could it feel lonely with these promises to hold true?
I never really cared about anything that wasn't you.

I liked sleeping beside you in the summer nights,
When the sun was in the breeze, you felt just right.
Then the winter came, acting on its own device
Left the comfort of your body to turn into ice.

Now, everything's a phase and I keep brushing them off.
Some things I hope will remain but the rest can back right off.
I'm sick and hope to see the progression in this song-
Did you memorize those numbers or was it taking you too long?

So I drink to the happiness and the weightlessness,
And never having to plead for your forgiveness.
Sometimes I swear I can fly away.
Walls are shifting and I caught them as they started to say,

"I might just be a little lonely, but I'll wrap myself in paper to hide,
No point in holding a grudge against the oceans tide
It will come back, and it may even stay,
So don't you search for the moon, wishing for the day."

The postage stamps slipped through the drain,
Taught me I had nowhere I wish to remain.
I sleep in these torn sheets with a body so neat.
To keep away the dust and hold close the smell of burning feet.