The Candle Man
Ramble on candle man.
So lit with fire he’s burning his hands.
Happiness man has a gun in his hand. It slaps pain from smiles of those without shoes. Who cant walk cause their toes fill with ache. They’re confused. Violent streets and the echoes of laughter. After its over he lies there awake. Taking his sadness to crumble and break. Native tactics his range: impeccable. Accepting his fate as the messenger boy. Living deceased so their livings increased. He lives without peace. His guns ammunition, a human condition. Handing love to the heartless. While he lives in the darkness.
Not sure why nobody told me. Why unfolding control is a dead mans game. On a plane of intolerance, bothered by nonsense, waking up. Feeling the same. Nobody told me that trees would grow to fall. All would come together in a field in the skies. Relying on hatred they found in our eyes. Rising below through the hills filled with mud. Blood circulating through the feathers of flight. Sight wrapped in hands and a vision so fearless. Clear that the roads expecting experience. Not sure why nobody told me.
Paperwork again prevents a voice.
A journeymen lost by a thoughtless choice.
Last minute reliance prevents an alliance.
Shouting beliefs = ignorant speech.
Disappointed again for lack of attention.
Not on the world but on choices contention.
No one else to blame.
Only feel ashamed.
Can only hope for change.
4th dimension timing lost.
No suspension no exhaust.
Driving wild beating heart.
Lethargic meetings ending starts.
Triple action skyline fires.
Relaxing acting wine desires.
Lipstick ruby shuffling feet.
Instinct duty incomplete.
Rainbow wrists and floating clouds.
Making lists and quoting frowns.
Outside doors with window pain.
Shattered humans making rain.
Geometric 4th dimension.
No exhaust. No suspension.
Away from home while home is ripped.
Home i mean the summer ship.
Home it cries with angel lips.
Hoping home is floating still.
Hoping my city’s alive and well.
Isle of the sea is under the ocean.
Much love for that sand.
Amidst the commotion.
Prevail for us my city please.
Natures mother. Put her at ease.
Dream genies float through windows.
Giving wishes to those who wonder, adding lightning to their thunder.
Injustice era so extreme.
Walking streets the streets they bleed.
Cobblestones add smiles to feet.
Just keep walking.
We must they say.
So they say.
Night turns to day.
So they say.
Portugese sun it cries on lovely souls.
Riding beams of light through streets of pattered rock.
Intricate underfoot with the art of mathematicians, bright blue skies with florida rain breathe temperatures of rich history.
Eyes stare from their stone resting places.
Standing on pedestals, prideful yet humbly embarrassed.
Rocky California cliffs relax on wave massaged sand.
The bright homes dice into the hillside.
Cobblestone mazes wind us all into eachother.
Beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful.
Machine controlled evenings unfold.
Companions found in plastic molds.
Found in screens with screams for help.
Look at me and someone else.
Look at us what we can do.
Who needs talk when we can choose.
To use the box to block our view.
Death of family death of friends.
No shaking hands we just press send.
A nation absorbed a nation lost.
Advancing at a crucial cost.
Costing ourselves the moments we’re missing.
Ignoring us while our thumbs are twitching.
Use it for love use it to share.
Just don’t ignore the world out there.
Aint no use in driving hands to nations end.
Driving land round ancient bends.
Apprehending what its worth to prolong time spent after birth.
On this earth no one locks arms apparently it causes harm.
Leads to grief social disease it makes us blind cant make us see.
Really though the feelings flow and so, and so, and so we grow.
The girl she was a gambler.
A hand full of aces.
Sweating brows and clubs,
whiskey lips on spades.
They stared into her diamond,
disrupted by their hearts.
Melting cubes ease the bite.
Dragging smoke through eaten lungs.
Her eyes they shine in the darkness.
Eyes that hide lies.
Eyes that hide aces.
Eyes that never lose.
A better man in hopes. He encourages the world around him. Without understanding it himself. Theories on the shelf draped in pain and needing help. Ears plugged with words in search of enlightenment. Faking excitement just trying, and fighting. A man in a crowd who stands by himself. Eyes wide open and vision impaired. Wisdom insane and losing his hair. A better man in hopes. One day he may just give up.
The girl she was a gambler . A hand full of aces sweating brows and clubs, whiskey lips on spades. They stared into her diamonds, disrupted by their hearts. Melting cubes ease the bite. Dragging smoke through beaten lungs. Her eyes they shine in the darkness. Eyes that hide lies. Eyes that hide aces. Eyes that never lose.
Meet me meet me. The road is stuck to my feet. The dusty shoes and claws mat sunshine cross the shoulders. Wind whipping tails and trials of the depressed. Blowing horns long as the serpent in an erratic flurry of escapist policies. Asleep in a trance with limbs disconnected. Limbs mindful of nothing cept the unreachable horizon line. A life of loss. A life of lost.
There must be something I can do or say. To make the world come out and play. Encourage life injection sections left inspection right with affection, ripe with elections electing the path. Intersections left perplexing. Electing to breathe with each other and grieve, with a smile that leaves only when we do when we choose when we lose, we always win we’re growing thin with joy and pain and oxygen, pain that rains across our windows down our cheeks through us it speaks, through us it crawls until we fall all involved and lost and breaking. All is taken all awaken for the sleep. Well well well we can die with our wings or die on our knees.
Its comforting to know our bodies can fold, into every curve, connecting limbs at every inch. Tangle together in a reckless beauty as breathing quickens. Our minds forget everything. Nothing is forgotten in our bodies.
Misdirection in reflections melting clocks and resurrection.
Stories told that make no sense with pockets full of useful cents.
Apprender a culture sort of outside eyes for loose reports.
Retort in broken words unspoken understandings somewhat broken.
And though a barrier leaps in front a smiles creeping as I hunt.
Embrace. The anythng.
He strolled alone in love with unknown.
Spinning children on the playground of life.
The streets gyrate with informative activity.
Shadows of structures creep slowly across
the ground that maps the pace of the lost.
Horns of the plaza dive through the ears
to quicken the steps and welcome the fear.
Firenze speaks to me. It breathes through every cobblestone injecting soular vibrations into the shoes. The city is dripping with artistic energy. Pushing inspiration through its inhabitants to wrap minds with the understanding of what once was. Echoes of the the former self. Burning cigarettes and pints in the melodic dance through the streets. The city has an entirely new face in its familiarity. I walk hand in hand with a wide-eyed wanderer as we drift casually through enchanted corridors and around the gardens of stone. Warm bellies full of wine fuel our expansion. Embracing us in a land of brand new duel explosions. We walk while inside we run. We grab hold of eachother as the experiment grips us. We are here. Together.
Jane the sweetest
Jane from clouds.
She speaks she
laughs an exhibition.
Jane she moves she
Leaving all the
world on fire.
the love. The girl.
Filled with love and purpose.
Trials of journeymen returning home.
Filled with new experience and exploding with an intense collection of creative ammunition.
Recollections on fire.
The streets of Spain are whispering.
Wrapped in my lady’s embrace, awake with the comforts of an unknown world.
Inspiration feverish it rips through loving with a kiss in trial churning earning stripes to drift through clouds a human kite. Despite insisting on forgiveness living giving life a witness insubordination nation eloquence is fluctuating. Punctuation exclamation forming gripping slipping aiming bracing knees for declaration. Proclamation: exploration.
She walked a line that no one saw with melted teeth and painted claws.
Up against an earthling wall with too much speed to stop and pause.
Mountain climbing with the pawns her feet roll dice to risk it all.
She walked a line to drop the jaws and when she fell. No one saw.
In vampire times when ambition subsides.
We’re made into thieves with carnivorous eyes.
Asleep and swollen.
The walking unchosen.
Evening tickets linked to wishes.
Free admission to the sickness.
Bringing waves of imposition.
Tangled in the intermission.
It happened when I saw her coast.
A graceful way with floating toes.
Across the room the room is spinning.
Who knew the love was just beginning.
Who knew it would weave and then create.
A place where only we could stay.
A place that ties our limbs in knots.
A spot awake where sleep can rot.
It happened when I saw her coast.
Who knew It’d make our pain a ghost.
It seems my talk is rawest when Im on the road with pad and pen.
The observations fall in place to make sure that my brain creates.
Make sure that I change the pace to add a face to each landscape.
Feeling a feeling so real and revealing.
Concealing all motion to service the healing.
Feeling a feeling the brain onion peeling.
Wheeling with wings on the road passion stealing.
Lend me your ears.
Perhaps we can speak.
Find the same language amidst all the grief.
The listeners curse in proximity now.
An instant reverse with toxicity crowns.
King of the nonsense exploring the conscience.
Revolution extinction alive in entendres.
Am I going blind?
Phrases adjust to a stream of loving.
Above me a trial with wings for the hovering.
Uncovering minds to wrap them in kindness.
Am I going blind?
Or is there vision in my blindness?
Difference clouds and tilted brows angled down around the crowds.
Angled for a sharp decline to make the brilliance catch the times.
Make the brilliance realize.
Its not so brilliant. Not alive.
Left behind the futures mind a future built to just rewind.
Stolen wings are broken wings awoken wings unchosen wings the difference clouds they have been swollen by the rain.
The sun is frozen.
Only lifting nimble fingers.
Only singing songs that linger.
Inner peace and inner hate.
How quickly equations adjust intake.
At stake is nothing.
Thinking feelings should turn to talking.
Darkness hours meaningless if common sense is just pretend.
Apprehending offered wake an answer bends our breaking place.
Shifting smiles for the people deep inside is growing feeble.
Growing lethal knowing nothing living just to push the buttons.
Living loving loving nothing.
Enterprise of disrespect.
Energized by discontent.
Aligning eras over nothing loving living hunting something.
Searching shooting google looting truth within without presuming.
Assuming only one result insulting efforts catapult.
Blind eyes open drinking wine all they see are dollar signs.
Meaningless existence now without a passion only clouds.
Sunshine living understated jesus beard is unrelated.
Enterprise of discontent.
Energized by disrespect.
Riding with sheep in a chase with the shepherd.
Inventing incentives to view us as lepers.
Colorfully draped in the beauty of brightness.
Fighting the staring and fires we’re lighting.
The candle man he rambles man.
Combat in policy honest and jolly.
Awake and laughing and handing out candy.
Branding the earth drinking unfancy brandy.
Still stealing smiles and turning their heads.
We can walk as us and they can crawl instead.