No Sense

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All I want to do
Is see you
And I can’t understand why
I can’t keep myself from looking your way
It makes less sense
Than snow in July
But every time I look to you
I hope to catch your eye.
Though it doesn’t matter – it would never be
I’m in love with someone
And I’m supposed to believe
That I’m doing what’s best for me
There’s no mail on Sundays
No sun on a rainy day
It wouldn’t make sense to change
What is already set in place
To try to change the ways
That I’ll be left here, stuck with nothing to say

I don’t know why
I keep thinking about you
It makes no sense to me –
It’s like claiming the ocean is only ten feet deep
There’s no reason why
I keep picturing your face
I hear your voice
And all sense seems to leave
The sun doesn’t go around us
And the Earth doesn’t stand in place
And yet here I am
Sense gone without a trace
And I still have no clue
What I am to do
Meant to love something other than you
Still forced to believe
That I know what’s right for me
Other things still remain the same –
The rising of the sun,
The turning of the tides
Yet despite being so sure in these things
My feelings remain the most intense
In these things that make no sense

Heat Death

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The stars scream out in a song of infant fire
No more time left for a power any higher
Moving in a dance of renewal and change
Doing their best to tend the beat of the flame
Taking their time to give us the world
Carried upon their back –
Into the swirling light, out of the black
Fought away from the grasp of some cosmic megalomaniac

 

The universe moves its tide
Back and forth, the spirit moving in just to hide
They shake and swirl and billow
Singing a song of life’s gentle widow
Is God here – or was he ever?
Or was he just some poor fool’s hopeful endeavor?
Will life spring forth from his massive breath
Or is there just an eternity left beneath our immense depth?
Energy to energy, souls to dust
Will our spirits roam forever or be left to rust?

 

She sings out, the Mother of the light, so gently spoken
Trying to croon the great monster from being woken
All connected by the energy
Of life’s pure being
And the universe’s song
That she has sung for so long
One day, those dancing flames will grow old
And the stars will flicker out too
The galaxies will fold away
And Reality will be a perception untrue

 

Everything ends, every song has a final verse
The birds will cease – the men will end up worse
As will the trees, and the universe as well
It will end and begin again where it fell
And when the fire grows tall and out of control
And there is nothing burning but what’s left of our souls
The tide will pull us in
The energy will know what to do
As She sings her final lines, and everything ends
And we will all begin anew

Rotations

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Fall to the ground
Moving with the wind
Feel it like electricity on your back
As the bodies blend
Quiet, unmoving to all around
Fierce, and moving fast to those who dare listen
To the sound
Under our feet
How we spin
How we retreat
So inconsequential, not realizing how quickly we move
Watch how we begin
Rotations throwing us through the cold sand
Forgetting how to hold on or how to breathe
How to walk to dry land
From where we were
Guided by some invisible hand
Rotations biting through the ice
Throwing us into deep
Never stopping to stand still
To wake us from our sleep
How we move, walking through time
Trying to keep up with a forced unmoved
On this tight rope line
Trying to climb
The mountain of eternity – forged in diamond, burned in ash
But we still stand, relentless
Of how still we are.
Unable to feel the spin beneath us
Unable to try and hold on
Quiet beings on the scope of eternity
so we deny our turn
The movement of silent messages
Told through time
By endless rotations.

Ghost

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You are nothing but a ghost to me
And I run from you
Fearful of what your eyes can do
And you chase after me
With that fierce conviction
That you’re going in the right direction
Because when the moon is hidden
Behind grey clouds and rolling thunder
And no light is able to escape
From that empty chill under
God’s righteous fist
And the leaves crunch under heavy feet
As we try to catch our breath between fast and frightful sips
Of heavy night time air
And my chest burns and my eyes sting
And I collapse under the weight I cannot bear
You approach my body – dead for years, a whisper in the breeze, the sound of the wind in the trees –
And while I try to look away
You reach out to me
And you’ve seen my dreams
Where we’re alive and I believe
There’s no better place to be
And you know as well as I
That I will refuse to say goodbye again
I won’t come to your grave
And try to begin
To live as I die
As you lie
underneath.
Quietly sleeping – as you fade into the mist
With the sounds of gentle weeping
As the fog rolls across the hills and moonlit scape
No, I will not bargain
I will not wait
You’re nothing but a ghost to me
and in the cold, empty winter
I will still run from you
Wishing our paths didn’t have to splinter in two
That prayers would be answered
before I would have had to choose
And I see the clouds in the sky
And I beg God not to let the light break through
Because behind me, I’m still afraid of what your eyes can do

Generic Pop-Punk Love Song

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Oh, if only I could play the guitar
Strum a little tune for you
If only I could sing
This wouldn’t be a poem
You’d have to read
If only I could write
An angsty anthem of the night
That I knew that I loved you
This could be some heavy
Punk rock melody
And you could sing along
To your generic pop-punk love song…

If only this began with some bass
And a kick-ass drum solo
I’d be able to start crooning about a life without you
Is a life full of woe
I could tell you that I love you
With every raging word
And yell obvious metaphors to describe how much I miss you
Like I was Mark Hoppus
And this was Blink-182

I’d hide my desire to sing awkward, nervous lyrics
Behind those heavy pounding drums
In every catchy, stupid chorus
Every song would have some long, irrevelent title
That still turns out to be irrefutably clever
Like “Being in love with you is like having a cold, and baby, I’m under the weather”
And you’d hear the song, and think “Man, that title made no sense.”
But hey, honey –
I’m no Pete Wentz

But I don’t know how
To use a whammy bar
I can’t show you
The frets on a guitar
I’m no Billy Joe –
No punk rocker, I know –
I don’t know how to serve up a killer chorus
Or sing a song to you from the bleachers
Like an impromptu movie performance
I just know that I
Never want to say goodbye
And I just want to try
for you.

But who knows if I’d have any success?
Maybe it’s just a waste of time
Perhaps I’ll just end up on the floor
Chiming in, asking for someone to shut the damn door –
I don’t want there to be any misconceptions
You really are the only exception
One might even say you’re my paramore

But I can’t play the guitar
To make a melody for you
And I don’t know how to sing a song
That can stop you from feeling blue
I just know that I love you
And I don’t want to be without you

So I don’t care if it’s a generic pop-punk love song that does the trick
I really think you and I click
Or even a bit of quirky indie rock
I love you and I won’t stop
So words to a poem
Or lyrics to a song
I hope you can still sing along
To your generic pop-punk love song

Static

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I’ve got a couple of things on my mind
About the thing we have going on
And the reasons why
There seems to be so much time
Lying around, sleeping all day
Acting like we’re the same kind
I wanna know, darling –
Why you have to be so cruel
When all I wanna do
Is just let go of you
But I’m still sitting here
Acting like a fool
Allowing myself to be smothered
By your incompetent rule

Leave the static behind and give me a smoother sound
Come into my bed
If you’re just gonna stick around
Gotta prove a point to me
About why you gotta be
So sickly sweet
I don’t wanna be
So fucking deep
In this
Just in you
I want to let go
I want you to shut up
I just want to know
Why we can’t give up

Too many minutes in a day
Sunrise to set, morning to night
I just don’t think you’re quite my type
Acting like you’re some miraculous find
Acting like you’re not a waste of time
Unless you plan on sticking around
To lie around
And find your way on me –
Leave the static behind
We’re not the same
I’ve got better places to be