because of the way blood ebbs and flows
it helps me to know where the water goes
reminds me of drifty nights drinking wine
aiding our bodies to aid our minds in passing time.
dark windy weather in warm earthy colors
sitting at coffee with my closest brothers
a smoke and an hour breathe in and out
before the attempts to sort the madness about
you were a songbird and i was a dreamer
alike enough to know we were both believers
it was never up to me to get you to see
and i shouldn't have wanted more
than your belief in me
but broken hearts lead to tireless tragedy
and there was enough of it around for me to persist desperately
i found a dream that i knew could never come to be
and the rest of those beautiful things followed its lead violently
i kissed a Wolf because he failed to show his jagged teeth,
and his sadness wore its way into me
i kissed Chaos becuase the Wolf's teeth glared bright and sharp.
i kissed You because of the way your silly mouth
grazed your silver harp.
I kissed the Devil because he boasted his awful ugly glory.
I kissed a Peter Pan for a neverending story.
And I kissed Death to let a life begin,
to stop her unwashed anguish,
to catalyze the darkest dream within.
I kissed her nightly until my eyes went white
so as not to see a sun so bright
after such a heavenly unearthly veil
and it might all be wrong,
so mote it be
but those kisses left such a harbor in me ...
it leaves want for a kiss of past familiarity
that if such a kiss were to depart would cause
the utmost irregularity.
that lost thing burns me through
until through the other side is you
with your stature so small and voice so far away
that there is no sign of any other way
but me seeing through the reverse of myself
so far behind
a pure and impossible fantastical scheme
that lingers in my music's mind
but without this death, in hand, it's true -
there mightn't be that hole that never leads to you
a Quiet kiss that makes me calm
"helps my sad world move along"
but those other kisses haunt me so
that I have no want for them to go.