I Know You Know

Can't look away
Can't look forward
I know you know
What you say
I know you know
It's leaving in vain
Maybe tomorrow
A little rain will come
And wash what's left
Revive what's done
I know you know
How hard it is
I know you know
We try.

What's about to happen...

I'm not sure what's about to happen
It's minutes away
The night is clear, cold, damp.
I wait in four four time.
I remember it well
The sound your engine makes
And how it sputters
It drowns you all out
I'm not sure what's about to happen
I've punched you out before
I put your life in a box
I kicked it down the stairs
I can't say I still care
I just don't know what's about to happen.

Broken on the cement floor

Into the city scape

Keep left, keep right

Order of the words.

Like the silver ring

Broken on the cement floor

I've unraveled it all

To seem peculiar and strange

Foreign and obscene

Do it up that dress

Let your hair fall so

Just so know one knows

What they already knows

It make sense

In the review mirror

When you can glance

At a past

Not worth a dime

Diamonds To Dust

Stopped in places

Are the pictures we once took

Personal memories

Reserved for happier times

Locked away in the box

That you keep on the floor

Tucked away with your nuances

What we thought was a diamond

Was nothing but dust

The light striking it a certain way

To show one side

It fades and falls

Do not remember

What it was that left you wounded.

Our Own Persausion

There are tornadoes in the distance
And a cool dark rain.
I'm riding through fields
People follow, all the way
The tall grass slows
And moves me to pause
The winds move fast
Suspicion does not stop us
In an abandoned town, wounded
The signs swing and creak
And I'm not sure who destroyed who
Or if there's anything left to break.
Don't follow me
I'm not meant to be tread upon
And the earth falls upwards
The wind pushes down.
We are left eradicated
From our own persausion.

Danger

Where was this
I'd surely like to punch you in the face
A good right hook
And a knee to the stomach
Maybe lower.
One can't be sure.
The temper flares
Left and right
In a series of well placed
Meaningful
Neglected events.