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Your smile flickers.

I do not cry.

Some might call this an accomplishment,

I call it saving my tears.

All our friends want us to fall in love

but we’re too busy burning the firewood

to ever think about sealing our lips,

don’t give us a hint.

We are stuck the way we are.

I am not clever

I will read into every phone call you make

so when wait is the common word

I still need to stay here.

No matter how many layers between us

you walk into a room and I can feel you reading me

and how quickly our skies collide leaves me a broken sidewalk

Every night I save my tears.

I am hanging here even when I shouldn’t,

not sleeping because I want the darkness to be your skin when it swallows me.

Sometimes I stop walking because I think about

how pushing everything forward can’t keep the avalanche from rolling

can’t keep me from wishing I had something to feel sorry about when the saltwater rolls.

Time is all we have and the world is devouring it out of my hands.

I save my tears

for tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow.

I save my tears.

Be seven minutes, five or three;

in frozen zone time stops it's spin.

It's you and me...just you and me...

melting epochs in carnal kiln.

I'm here to scorch your sodden woods,

but soon to douse your every leaf

and bloom with gushing rapturous fluids,

till tremble you on crazy cliff.

Don't think all this a looney spiel

of one amnestic bard with crushed

psyche under the clocking wheel

or whooshing sounds of carnal rush!

You know, behind these stirring woos,

there's calmly love, as comely ruse!

the world is not as small as I used to believe

Nor is it as forgiving

Heroes do not refer to the morally infallible,

But to people who did the necessary, right thing at the right time

Villains, then, are not those who seek darkness, but those who have embraced darkness as a means to justify an end

Justice picks favorites,

and mercy is fleeting

There is no peace without war,

and no war without crime

Happiness is not a state of mind, but a gift from time to time

Family is not forever, for better or worse

Wickedness and violence walk closely to love and loyalty:

you are hurt more often by those you trust than by strangers

Time passses more and more quickly every year you live

Loyalty is inevitably rewarded with treachery

Goodness is fleeting, but so is viciousness

People you love will leave you,

but you in turn will leave people who love you

There is no great end to a life, only an unexpected cessation

Honor, loyalty, and duty are used to justify violence

The powerful prey on the weak

The world is not as small as I used to believe

And the passage of time corrupts the heart,

dulls the mind

and rots the body.

I am not an easy question

or a hard answer.

I do not solve

even when I try.

I drop the gifts

I try to give,

the things I try to fix.

Stare at this too long

it’ll make your eyes hurt

you can run away blind

but they’ll see you stumbling.

Touch me too long

I’ll smell gasoline on your hands

and for years run toward leaks

just to watch all the forests burn

Hold this too long

it might stick to your fingers

leave scars and bruises

and pieces of castoffs

you I once thought you wanted

When the dust settles

you will have no excuses

not to write me down.

If seconds lead to hours,

And hours such daylight thrall,

Why Sun give in to minutes,

And have viracous hour's call?

If we forget, do then moments arise, lead to oft sunset's fall?

Sometimes to look to moments,

Such embers of passage past,

For forward looking arrows,

But in past such arrows cast.

For Embers are so empty space, of voids such sparks once grew.

But now just echo of distance, and past, such arrows sure once drew.

In past such unknown of errors,

with unforseen sight no sound,

Drown in such embers,

Drown in truth but known,

Drown in redacted tones.

But let me know such instance,

Of instant kettled noise,

And success is such not so ordered,

No menued item crown.

We see in futures, 

And hope for better such lifting embrace,

Because past is such no anchor,

But anchored to no caste.

Lets fly, and swirl, in air of stars, and sea of dreams,

Where no bound of circus tricks can reach us,

And bound by no riverbed banks of streams.

Into light we will guide and be blinded,

Such blind to silence for vision,

So we can see all moments for true,

So touched by moments hue,

Past dreaming is for heroes,

In those dreams of hero,

I choose you.

If life was like a letter

And reality a dream

If love was somewhat better

Alive but less extreme

If the past was dead and rotten

And Death was just a door,

Then I could bear your loving scars

For now and evermore

We cut through like the sunshine before I wake,

we slice my fears light till they can float

Can you see me in the next moment

before it happens?

Please forgive me for all the things I never say

and for

how I form the clouds of breath that leave my mouth

the horizon follows me wherever I go

but I’ll never reach it.

We cut through like the sunshine before I wake,

we slice my fears light till they can float

are you as here as I am?