Never Before

I love you like I never loved before.
Tigers, wolves and dragons in me roar.

My words and actions fail me,
the ground is rumbling like a train.
I’ve got a tin cup of black coffee.
 I’m watching my shoes collect the rain.
I would wait forever
just like any other fool,
I'll stumble in my resolve
but I would stop the world for you.
Good intentions caught in tendrils
get lost among the evening shade.
They go unnoticed and slip through cracks;
as if the travail was never made.

I love you like I never loved before.
The phoenix inside me intrepidly soars.

Garden

All hearts tender
sadly still do break.
I'm a swallow gliding,
my heart's a black parade.

We're all slaves to the experience
until we reclaim our bones.
My reputation's already shot,
being in love's like coming home.
We'll be mockingbirds
kept to a gilded cage,
struggling with our bound wings
as we plan our genius escape.
Let's conspire to spark the fire;
and burn everything but sheet music.
Night will come to replace the sun
the poison's harmless if you refuse it.

An escape and a fire
triggered by desire,
let's pull off the gloves and go.
I crawl to you as roses turn blue,
a prolific garden starts to grow.

Not a Hero

It all started on the page
and my misgivings made you rage.
I guess I should have saved the day,
but I'm only human.

Now I'm just a satellite 
orbiting the debris of gods.
I look up to the Heavens
and pray I see a spaceship 
so I know I'm not alone.

Drama queens and suicide kings
showed me how to carry on
with slight of hand
and a little smoke,
something's sure to finally go wrong.

And it's something unintentional 
but it matters all the same,
Under a thick fog of medicine
I accidentally caused you pain.
I hope you know I was grasping.
I love you with all my might,
I'm not a hero or a martyr
but with you I'd share the night. 

Icarus

I'd sail back to reality,

if I only had the wings.

I don't regret a single moment,

but I'd change a thousand things.

I'd repair my mind

and turn back time,

I'd move beyond ghosts I remember.

I'd sail to you 

and make you swoon,

with lyrics to my song of September.

I would sail back into your heart,

if I only knew the way.

My wings melt and I refuse help,

I only wish my love to stay.

The Poet

Apologies unknown and broken bones,

grieving ghosts giving up on their own,

and my mind is a skeleton,

of ivory and puzzles.

Cream spilling into hot black coffee,

swirling like curls of dragon smoke.

Some say let go softly.

 I say never, never, let go of hope.

I try to lose the heavy hanging thoughts

in my banged and stained coffee cup,

diving deep into that fathomless void 

until I'm gasping and come up.

So I'm here in the bitter end.

I've got a smoke and a grin.

 I'm pacing like a tiger,

but at least I can say that I'm writing again.