“Obtained Cathedral”

Statistical analysis

Ghosts on impact

Steal an enemy for one day

Stare forever into the light

Fusing value

Scared impressionless

Confused figuring

Given of sensation

Locked up on sentiment

Silence of color manipulation

Driving full battle edge

Panic underground

Days catching the borderline

Given out and obtained cathedral

Sleeping across screens

Gaining epidemic 

Caught up against numbering silence

Breaking down windows

Breaking down fences

Saturate emotional discharge

Catching up with the ghost heaven’s blackboard

Diamond in the park too far burning away with lost indecision

Cycle through circus light

Silver screens

Putting away colors like spirits amplify every vision lost behind the pinwheel

Wings of the ice age

Deter rebels breaking the mirrors

Ticks tock of illusion

Heartbeat discharge pinning pictures like freedom castles

A hundred men marching – matching faces

Forgiving choices on the ferris wheel

“skin shedding newspaper print”

Colors masquerade to pivot the clocks

Statues drop through an epidemic

Well aware of the fault burning through the sun

Visions on their minds

Step across madness like discarded emotion

Skin shedding newspaper print like future traces

Shift and collapse to witness imagination

painted across windshields crushed  with desire

Like a book pressing on your imagination

Writing against a hope fascinating a million crowds

break my back to kickstart emotions fueling this crowd

Secrets belong across a billion billboards across the sky

Shaking words in your eyes to dissolve every ounce of doubt half-traced from the timeline

“Without Fault”

Tricked by bad memories crashing through the ice of chosen directions

Running towards the sky like ashes falling from a mirrored escape

Preservation catching up like scandalous enchantment

Neon blue dust in your direction

Running to find the world not abused by secrecy

Every aspiration driven through persistent memory

Gripping the ice until it cracks from the turmoil inside a faulty memory

I felt alive bursting in the sun through past sequences of obscurity

Staying too long inside an intricate diaphoresis of hope

shaking the mirror of your escape in paralytic voices

Withstand an uphill turmoil written in cathedral marches

A covenant never felt more alive than in picturesque 

Staying past an eternal imagination burnt by unknown frequencies without fault

the chemical compass of your heart

The world painted in blue and green

Faces disappear from the trickery running behind your eyes

Watching the marks of skipping stones

I felt a difference across the wires of your escape

Bringing out every ounce of purity

When we start to believe in our senses

Drop all the pain of constriction

A battle of our senses

Pushing every trace across the water

When the ships burn the night into something beautiful

A compass to your heart exploding through the wires

Like a fisherman 

Like a lifeguard

Like an act of faith

Watching the water for miles and miles

Marching like the sun in a far escape

Like a fisherman

Like a lifeguard

Like an act of faith

When we sail to burn the stars past the chemical compass of your heart