Wish Upon a Dream

Of all the places that I’ve been

Of all the people that I’ve met

Not one has rose to the top

No, not one has taken the best spot

 

And so many miles i have travelled

No matter where life is unravelled

Look up into the sky

i see those stars, shine like dots

 

Isn’t beauty better higher

Where there is pureness in the fire

Hold my hand and take me there

Hold it tight, watching the night

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2pm

Two PM. Stumble into the living room holding the blanket, while the jazz quartet on the radio sways your steps. There is no place like the living room couch. Close to the window, enough to let in the faint light from the waning day. There is a subtle sadness, mostly a deep regret. A chorus heard far away in your head. The piano swoons each note tossing you from here to… well wherever your mind wonders off. Such a quaint reality, dowsed in sudden sadness. Although, not so much as despair. A more thoughtful feeling of failure and mishap, all overshadowed by the trumpet blazing; tooting how the world is a fickle thing. Your eyes suddenly roll back and there is sleep to be had. But not just yet. You hold your breathe. The guitar swoops up the scale. Flashing before your eyes is all the insecurities of love. The cherished moments so desired yet so feared. Like all say, love is a mystery and mysteries mostly turned to thrillers - At least we can hope for the good kinds. For now, we peruse the very moments that take up our day and drift us into dreamland, that can take us all away.

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Something About the Sun

Something about the sun
When it hits your hands and illuminates the ground
A cleansing force taking away your past and only giving you a glimpse of the future
Where the planets moved when you walked
and your heart loved when you talked
Where every heart was a soul
And every piece was made whole
Even mornings rose in dew
Even evenings faded in the light
Drawn aback we feel the heat
a sting of present succumbs the future
A strike of pain let’s out it’s fury
No we can’t escape our now
But only dream in a hurry

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Melts Right to the Handle

Queue the music
Light the candle
Another heartbreak
Melts right to the handle

Parade the front
Show me your mask
Who dealt you right
To this filthy task

Oh yes it was your heart
Queued only to one beat
A beat so light
Barely heard amongst the song
And yet
Barely heard now dead and gone

Truth and relevance
I have been compromised
Named coward for my pestilence
Yes but every reason, this irrelevance
I watched you dance in all your elegance

Oh my heart mistook my thinking
I jumped in like a drunk thats been drinking
For good reasons I was seeking
And these reasons sold me short of breathing

Collapsed my heart it did
For every beat the song played
I stood there gazing shaken at the choice made
Took my retreat into the darkest fade
Took my heart away from her hungry blade

Now queue the music
Light the candle
Another heartbreak
Melts right to the handle

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