Piano stories

One hundred keys all laid in a row

Ten fingers dance on them to and fro

Music emerges from down below 

Telling us stories that aren't so. 

A story of a man that walked across time

From the distant past to a future time 

Searching for the hope that he couldn't find

Only to find that he was searching blind 

Stories of girls who are searching for love

And when they find it, it's never enough 

And they search on, calloused and tough

Til their gentile skin becomes wrinkled and rough

And of those who change the world in their dreams 

Knowing that nothing is ever as it seems

And to avoid a future that is filled with screams 

Litter the path ahead with broken dreams 

But not all stories are those of despair 

Some are of love and people who care 

Whom the sun kissed, wind danced with their hair 

With the hope that when we arrive in the future are there

But it's not just the words that fill us with mirth 

But the melodies that sang us to sleep from our birth

And the way the sounds ring off the earth 

That remind us of our joy and what it's all worth

Lock and key

She has our conversions

Under lock and key
That when ever I speak

It's only permissibly.

She employs every tactic

To disarm this man

That I shoot verbal flares 

Whenever I can. 

I test the field for 

Changes in the air

Hoping that words 

The silence would bare

While I sit in the distance

And calmly I stare
With the hopes that time 

will kindly me fare. 

My hand and ankles 

Together are bound
Along with my lips 

To not make a sound

I walk with a smile 

And I likely pretend
I walk along willingly 

To my known end.

a candle dimly lit

A candle dimly lit,
its light vaguely shown,
barely shedding light,
on all the things that we have known.

What we see before us,
are all the things before,
yet these cannot restore us,
to who we thought we were.

We may feel as though squinting,
to see from the corner of our eyes,
while our minds are set on hinting,
at what we dont realize.

Now if I told you plainly,
I don't think that you would agree,
as much and as clearly,
as you think you can see.

But as in the dark,
things aren't as they appear,
and when ur life is lit by a spark,
nothing is ever clear.

But I can't light the way,
and I can't hold your hand,
but this is what ill say,
if you can understand

There isn't much that's new,
yet there is much left to be done,
when your life is set in darkness,
and running from the sun.

The truth is I can't change you,
or reveal you for who you are,
as regardless of how close I am,
you will attest that from reality, I am far.

But here is to living in the moment,
and acting on every whim,
and never coming to know yourself,
as you are always running from within.

But let's not think I'm perfect,
cause we both know I'm far from it, 
but at least I've come to know myself,
and tried to rise above it.

I've spent many hours in the dark,
in calm and quiet reflection,
and believe me I tore myself apart,
with not quite a delicate dissection.

I brought light to many things I'd known,
and others not so well,
The light reflects on how I've grown,
or at least as much as I can tell.

Blinded by the sun

I've been blinded by the summer sun, that's why I always walk at night.
So as I chase where my steps run, I can follow them with sight.

But the truth is I'm walking blind as I don't know where to go.
And most of these steps are in my mind with thoughts wandering to and fro.

But I started in the warmth of light at the dawning of this day.
Which had followed the dark cold night from which I can't seem to get away.

But I'm looking for a source of light to guide me through the day
And a hand to hold that just might help me along my way.

But the hands I see, I cannot tell if they bring help or otherwise.
And I cannot help but to dwell on if it will bring about my demise.

Maybe this dragon is me

My clothes are tattered and the fringes are torn
They are charred and wet from weathering the storm
I see my self briefly with each flash of light
But im reddened by the hue of this fiery night.

The wind is hot in this tepid wasteland.
The rain drops sizzle around me where I stand.
My eyes are focused on seeing my breath
As it extends upwards as expands my chest.