Raistlindantilus

A bitter pill held beneath the tongue To swallow would render beauty undone Hold in place and suffer until the sun Falls from its station and sunders our bonds Retreating to be alone yet the crowd gathers round Bitten down and swallowed round the lost bout Banter shoots around my head Lost inside I blister again instead Go away and play your games Of which I will not be apart Better when I'm dead Or rather lost inside my heart I know the rules and to them I adhere But these moves I make they aren't sincere Departure rings upon my head unceasing Hearken singing rings within a fold still creasing The ship goes where the waves take it Truths found accepted or may forsake it I stay in a bubble lost sleeping I awaken Struggling to take whats given just in case When inevitably the bonds are broken Who is down to play this game we just lost when The pieces were set against us from the begin Atomic fireballs from fairies intent Upon well being but it may well all be lost Dancing the

Weariness setting in on a road recently begun Losing track of lulled and byes innocently sung Revolving 'round again in an endless tongue Pulling against the gravity that would send this numb To distant shores never again seen An onslaught of pawns aimed to claim the queen The gift of life was left unwrapped Mold set with the rest sun sapped In-between these hardened rocks Music a thread clinging by the clock Fraying tethers and tying anew Mountains built trying to sing with you But a bleak horizon weakens what I've done The good, bad and in-between all siphoned Into holed cans drained into dry crumbs Hiking past canyons reeking and abandoned We've along ways to go and recently begun To feel the stinging sand and scorching sun

Does anyone know what we're doing Bound to the ground and lashed by mere choosing Weaving the unwoven Hearing the unspoken Pushing toward the abstract Heads tilting turning back Oh what twisted paths time has rendered Necklace or noose I remain surrendered Remember whats at stake Pass the opportunity to brake Stream becomes river Folding into an ocean I shiver Now we row among the open seas Planting beds and sowing seeds And with these made now we sleep Luck would have this never cease But cease it does and all to soon Wake again by the waning moon Carrying burdens of questioned utility But abandoning now is worse than futility So we carry We push Heads turned back Eyes forward Climb

Landing on the water's edge and shoving off again Finding firmer rhythms with which to row Shaking and shoring curling round a cliff Confidence returns in short sure strokes Shearing back the blistered chaff New becomes normal with seconds blinding by Plans prepared and offered to the wind So much to do and more yet to come We'll keep up arms twined in twins Unceasing amazement yields to utter bliss Commitment rests upon the shining altar The mercy of opportunity hangs about our necks Rapid changing succession precedes In the distance a siren sings and beckons a wreck Waterfall looms to those who don't weave But our thread's tethered and taught Blink back the tears of bailing water Hold onto hands and drive the vessel forward With each passing stroke we're that much stronger Listening Listing We write our course once more

Happy is what you call it Sappy is how they saw it Down for the ride Sold by the tide We drift And Drift Until we meet again

Sitting by the fire long enough to realize its out Kindling kinda running down like water on my legs Blistering gold and whispering of the old When I found you lost I didn't seek That failure is mine and mine to keep Dashed on the rocks of time and more Bashed against the shores where I could have been sore Really these are just words and they don't weigh a thing Except in my heart where the longing still sings Soon they'll return and the distractions they bring Might sunder this train upon which I think I welcome the return because they are shadows of you And if I serve them then in turn I serve the truth Nothing about this has ever been easy Except the way we fit and that special way you tease me I wonder if you know just how deep the river flows Would you try to touch bottom if it meant letting go I'd grab your hand and try to hold you up But in the end I'm committed to drinking this cup So if down we must go then down we will do Whatever, wherever, I'll try to be with you I keep

The lines they accrue page by page Promising a presence of some dear old sage Advice for the writer or reader just the same Regaling a broken tale that few would ever claim Mended at the buzz and stitched with the bell Blisters on our feet running away from hell Snaring Catching And caught by the tusk Glinting with little more than these reflections of lust Was there something in the mirror this time Or did we not polish it enough to shine The light whispering through the cracks in the dust Gives only hints It's up to us to trust