“when we find each other in the light”

leave this world damaged like a pin prick

facing the wall of confusion

pretend it wasn’t everything that mattered

Now we’re broken in two at the edge of a photograph

peel away every part of confusion

stare into the blinding ocean

the needle damaged without introspection

scaling behind the walls

lost behind the edge of ability

burn up a million formulas in your head

if this bird flies a kite behind paradise

withstand the wind that lifts up the skin

haunted by a million colors in the dark

step through the cathedral walls

climb on top of every memory

every dream lost behind control

dig apart every voice left in the sky

when they read your mind behind comprehension

skin shedding all it’s pain away

when we find each other in the light

Cryptophasia is a phenomenon of a language developed by twins (identical or fraternal) that only the two children can understand. The word has its roots from the Greek crypto, meaning secret, and phasia, meaning speech.

“Cathedral Bells”

I watch the ballerinas in the dark
every spoken movement counter-played
we can all find ourselves free again
inside and out mirrors study the emotional line
to run across imagination to re-process every critical point
we won’t ever stop running through daydreams
if we stop to questions why
if we stop to outline the detail on their back
will we ever understand which way we tick?
when you prescribe the distance I know the battleground too well
wake up another day to break this imagination across the silver screen
if you were next to me
If I couldn’t take a breath
I wouldn’t doubt redefinition
a vital clue going through your head
each slip, each belief to run through the sky
if I could speak
if I could speak to break the colors of silence
if I could speak like cathedral bells
if I could speak like the ghosts inside my head
to walk against the falling rain
if love didn’t fall apart inside my head
I see the shadows drop behind the heartache
reemphasize the social clues I am running so far behind
to cross out my window another day
tonight the church bells ring a different tune
to watch the cathedral walls one more day
to watch the smoke drop the critical line
to kneel before kingdom come every eye closed behind secrets reaching out for me
whisper past separation
tonight the church bells ring a different sound but only with you

“I hear tomorrow in your eyes”

I hear tomorrow in your eyes

past this point of view

to rule the existence

We watch children march across these wires

lost in the day behind this window

sustain this look past many years

we start to connect the skies

hold on to me

hold on to me

I watch the voices cross the line

don’t abandon this love

hold this string against your heart

pin every emotion towards the sky

we hold onto every day

don’t lose these years

will time break through the line across photographic skies

I watch the colors in the distance

all the shapes running against my mind

I take the blame for your mistakes

to shelter the fuel against the window

to break a million pieces of glass through my heart…

to break a million stars to remember how…

I see the sun shine behind tomorrow

I start to remember the lost days between hospital wards

turn the page through time and lift regret away

when can we run skyscrapers towards the sun?

run through tomorrow

don’t let go

don’t let go

don’t abandon this love

shelf-life

confusion beyond deterioration

looking for hope within

like the tunnels diving deeper inside

change beyond recollection

seams we tear apart with apathy

a clue into your instinct

the right to tranquility

men crash in shopping carts

time lifting from their hands

catching a million photographs in the wind

the bright colors drifting me closer to you

like the chemicals drifting out of sequence

a false analysis like sedimentary angels

when I grip my faith across billboard screens

the sounds lighting the future

colors like emotions re-separate

the time clock spins faster but I am drifting backwards into this chair

all the determination withstands a shelf-life

re-ignite and re-engage the glass of a broken dream