The Trumpets Play At Night

Where are my horns?
I've been a bad boy,
So now I need a bad song...

Trumpets sound as the moonlight plays,
Strings floating to the moon lit way,

Lifted,
There's nothing left to say,

What do I need to say?
What is there to say?
When we talk without words.

Your lips are answering,
So I take it you heard.
I take it you heard.
I take it.

*Trumpets Playing*

I turn off the lights,
Cause to be real,
I don't need to see,
I just want to feel.

Biological warmth,
Fluid exchange.

Stop thinking so much, you're going insane.

Darkness and steam,
Dulls the eyes, Strengthens the senses.

Rub and squeeze between,
Warm water drops,
He swings and he misses,

You smile,
And exhale between sucking kisses.

You got my attention,
Now I'm listening.
And just like that you've gone,
This is my life's cruelest song.

My fingertips cant tickle your spine,
Because all of this, is in my mind.

You aren't here like I want you to be,
Because you actually aren't speaking to me.

I wonder should I swallow my pride,
And set a course to where you reside...

And the trumpets play...

On Purpose

Breathe,

The creator,
The innovator,
The originator,

I am.

Imagine,
Narrate.

The artist,
The dreamer.

I wonder if I am discovering,
Or if I am returning.

Gasping the wind, freeing it and guiding it.

Action moving the story forward/

Be the story,
Don't allow the story to be you...

Narrate your own life...

Create/originate the life you've always wanted...

...All without fear...
And complete control over one's self.

Creation face to face with creator...
The creation lives just as you do....

Everything, every word, pause, beat,...

Purpose,
On purpose

All live, all lives...

Fall of Me

I can't save you.
And you can't save me.
Just a fucked up kid,
Hiding behind a rock or tree.

I was born alone.
I don't know where I'll die.
But as long as I've lived,
I've lived a lie.

My memories are cursed,
With so much pain.
They remind me of what I'm not.
So much disdain.

I don't wish them away,
I want them to stay.
When I think about you,
I have so much to say.

Scared to be kissed,
Scared to be loved,
A murderers hand,
In a soft silk glove.

I just want to know why,
Why am I here?
Why all the pain?
Why all the fear?

So critical,
So judgmental,
All to protect myself,
But life is so simple.

How can I ascend,
The trivialities of men,
Can I cast the needless aside,
And finally begin?