Unscripted Gravity
Volumes 1 & 2
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Let me read your book and dance in your pages,
Pages of unscripted gravity that never lets you come down,
A gravity that brings me to a fiction-like truth,
A truth that leads us to speak with dead voices,
Dead voices of desire knock on locked doors.
Let me run my fingers over your words, finding stuff that you forgot,
Forgetting an understanding of what’s going on,
We don’t have to say a word when the lights go out.
Let me give you a reason to show me your inner sky,
A sky that frames hollow trees blowing in the breeze along a raging sea,
A raging sea that drowns me while saying, please forgive me.
Let me find your pulse before I plant your seed,
A seed so deep that it’s protected by an invisible fence that circles a stained glass house,
A house that holds memories of stuff you should forget,
Forgotten truths of shackled anger found deep in a cavernous jungle.
Let me taste your dream long enough to paint a picture,
A picture of a man who has no shadow on the wall,
A man with a story of seasoned pain.
Let me hold you long enough to spin uncontrollably in a lazy waltz,
A waltz to an underground road of mystery that takes me to you.
Let me be your dreamer tonight so that we can wake up tomorrow,
Some days are blind to who we are,
Some nights are endless with what we know,
Let me read your book so we dance in your pages!!!
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Today, a child cried,
Cried, lost in mind, with no one to find,
No one but the ones who disappeared behind the mirrors,
Mirrors of rear-viewed memories, screaming to be forgotten,
Today, a child cried,
Cried inside him,
Cried as a lost memory of yesterday, trying to re-create today,
Crying while finding his graphite memories under the tree,
The tree that shadows once picked flowers now are lost,
Lost when one’s shadow leaves them,
Leaves them in lost time,
Lost time slipping trying to hold sand,
He tries to hold the sand with holes in his hands,
Robbed now with empty hands and an hourglass located in empty time,
Empty time trying to locate the letters that never came,
Letters that would blind the dragon’s eyes and frown the serpent’s smile,
A serpent smile that makes one believe empty bottles are full,
Full of warm illusions that take him to sandless beaches, on unknown shores,
Unknown shores of an untrusted reality,
An untrusted reality that only dragons can,
Can drape their vision upon the windows in the night sky,
Windows that bring fictional illusion upon its illuminated grace,
Illuminated grace that tells stories of fictional truth, along with its whispers,
Whispers he will never forget,
Never forget the day the bogeyman came to tell him his name,
Unforgotten whispers that blur his once pure reality,
Blurred memories that now live outside, along the sandless beaches,
Sandless beaches that wash ashore,
Wash ashore, rain checks that were supposed to be today promise to be there tomorrow,
Tomorrow is now a beautiful nightmare, waking him up lost in the day,
Lost in the day, a child cried today!
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I like the way your face looks,
When you pretend to speak blindly,
Blind voices that tell the truth,
The truth that becomes your best story,
Like seeing the sunshine while the sky weeps,
What’s your favorite time,
Was it the actual clock that mounts broken but always tells the day,
Was it the day you lost your clock, pretending time doesn’t bring reality,
Reality to what stopped the clock,
Time doesn’t understand the end,
The end is when they freeze their time,
Freezing your person only to melt them,
Iced love that only holds the truth,
The truth that melts hearts,
Hearts of truth when your best stories would break your fall,
How many mornings have you woke up,
Woke up missing your favorite time,
How many calendar days do you want them to forget,
How many beginnings have you never let love you true,
True to your favorite day that now can't be found,
How lost does your sky have to be before you lose the sun-showers,
How many evenings did you hope your best stories would break your fall,
How many mornings have you woke up missing your favorite time,
How many calendar days do you want to remember to forget,
When did frozen time become the end?
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Dear memory of me,
When you sat in the dark, did you ask what was wrong,
What was wrong with what was supposed to be right?
When you sat in the dark, what did we think about?
Did you think of me, and what should be?
When did you start to save our breath,
Breath from unknown, suffocated love,
Love gasping for air, not knowing,
Not knowing the dark places it entered, surrounded by blind vision,
Blind vision that spoke of legends.
Tell me the day we became a legend,
A legend of curiosity,
Curiosity that evaporated with each sunset,
Sunsets that followed endless rain, feeding our dry souls,
Souls twisted in the lost winds of poisoned secrets.
Did you ever uncover their secrets,
Secrets that still scream at night, deep inside the memory of their lips,
Screams that hold the embers of distance, like flat mountains in an empty ocean,
An empty ocean that carried me to our room,
A room of stolen innocence and curiosities.
Curiosities seeking the truth,
The truth of the forever that became never,
Never forecast a weak promise, given only to be taken,
Taken in the remembrance of what needs to be forgotten.
Show their best-poisoned bricks, and I’ll show you why we don’t have a home: Homeless love that screams, save our breath, and bite your hate,
Bite the published poison that you allowed,
Poison that blinded our vision,
Blinded by the days of tomorrow when yesterday’s desires crippled today’s thoughts.
Thoughts of today’s silent soldier, blinded by unlit candles with silent flames,
Flames that burned their poisoned secrets into our skin,
Secrets that hated the truth of our love,
Secrets that hold the truth of our stolen innocence,
Innocence of what is no longer there.
No longer can words hold the facts of their truth,
Truth when our vision was so clear.
Tell me about the yesterdays that promised another day,
Another day, crippled by today,
Today, when storms stop slowly,
Slowly to become the storms that come with desire,
Desire to lust for the breaths of forgotten air.
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