morningshine.

Morningshine

And in the morning glory moments,
Quick glances of mere frames in time,
Like grains of sand on winter beaches,
I see your dreaming eyes so peaceful.
I hear your fevered illusion as the sun illuminates your face with golden stripes from the shade.

I take great care,
Not to move or quake,
No sound or shiver or shake,
No reason to wake the magnificent dreamer.

And finally, after a thousand mere frames pass,
A fresh breath,
A slow, grand opening of the almond eyes.
The day begins like the blooming of a flower in slow motion;
A new life every morning.
A new revealing of brilliant creation with colors more vivid than even God imagined, almost blindingly beautiful.
But the new days never end in bruised withering in the cold water.
Never end with dismal or dying closure,
But rather,
Like the cradling of a child.
Or with eyes longing and calling out for the next flowers' bloom come morningshine,
You and I align once more,
Weary,
But hopeful for the waking frames to follow.
-A

City Dreaming.

Today is the first,
I’ve felt okay in
Quite some time.
Momma can’t speak
And daddy don’t sleep,
The Sun just barely shines.

But with the bad comes the good,
You were always the good.

Let’s run away,
Drop everything and go to the empire state,
Adventure out into the city,
New York in winter could be so pretty.
We could sing your songs,
Play for tips the whole day long.
Oh, I know I just wanna hear you play,
So let’s run away.

I’m feeling inspired,
On the whims of your voice,
I could take on the world,
But Maybe I’ll start with Illinois.
Falling asleep in front of
Silver screen dreams,
As long as it’s with you,
I’ve got what I need.

Axle.

Together alone we’re always exploding bombs.

I’ll keep licking and licking till your flavor is gone.

You shape to mold like the ultimate fools gold,

Play the game, play the hand until we fold.

Automatic shaking then awaking the throne.

A tablespoon of feather tickles me to the bone.

Just come on over.

Come over with me.

Just come on over.

Come on over with me.

Small.

I’ve got a constellation on my shoulder,
a few crooked teeth.
I forgot to shave m’legs last night and,
My eyes are boring,

But you don’t make me feel so small.

My life’s kind of a mess somedays,
I’m a lazy little shit.
I forget about the good stuff and,
Remember all the rips,

But you don’t make me feel so small.

If I could pick you up,
in a Piggyback style,
I’d do it to remind you that I’ve always got a while,
During sacred nights,
To watch your half smile,
And to tell you how much I like you.
And we’ve got two accelerators,
Jumpin’ up at our feet from the floor,
But I’d rather stay here ‘cause
You’re the only thing I feel sometimes.

-A