Home

Home.

Down the road, across the universe,

my body goes, and I stay.

My heart aches to belong here.

It urges my lust for nostalgia.

But The nuance of this notion,

lacks the lustre it once had.

For me, all that glitters is gone.

The silver lining, has faded.

Why would I yearn for such an obvious detriment?

Why do I make my bed in a place I wish not to lay?

I always thought this was my home.

But I know that home isn’t here or there.

Home is where you make it.

It’s the place you became the person you were meant to be.

It’s not the echo against walls closing in on you.

It’s not the place where you bury yourself in a crowd of a thousand dirty faces.

This place, I’ve called home,

Only tightens my grip on the coat tails of the past.

It steps on the toes of my future.

It laughs in the face of hope.

That’s just it.

Home is not a place at all.

It’s a feeling.

Home is inside of us.

And I’ve always looked for it in the wrong places.

I’ve always Looked behind to find nothing but shadows of doubt.

It’s time I look ahead.

It’s time to find my place, my home.

I will find it,

And that’s where I’ll always be.

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Liquid Romance

Liquid romance.

Fluid, in nature.

Deplorable, in hindsight.

How many times will I give way

To the relentless waves

Of these half empty oceans I dive into?

Head first.

I never even test the waters,

I just dive Right in,

And let the undertow take me.

…From Here On Out 

originally a poem I wrote and turned into a song.  I wrote it after seeing the news about the last Vegas shooting.

Everything’s eventual,

it’s really quite a shame,

that what happens now,

from here on out,

it’ll always be the same.

And everything’s perpetual,

a never ending game.

Well, you chew it up,

And you spit it out,

it’ll always be the same


Tell me why?

Tell me why,

all the up-swings went under.

Tell me when?

Tell me when-

we got stuck on for better-

or for worse,

or for worse.

Tell me, I can’t remember

all the lasts,

and the firsts,

tell me when we came up.


Cause it’s all down hill from here on out.

Cause it’s all down hill forever now.

Yes it’s all down hill ’till we come around.

Yes it’s all down hill from here.


Everything is gradual,

like time is oh so slow.

Just shut your eyes,

and hang around,

you’ll be gone before you know.

And everything’s irrational,

like never seen before.

But we’ll never know,

So we’ll cast a stone-

there will always be a war.


Tell me why?

Tell me why-

are the walls getting thinner?

Tell me when?

Tell me when-

the world burned to a cinder.

Tell me now?

Tell me how?

The fire still lingers-

Over me, over you

But it’s all we know.


Cause it’s all down hill from here on out.

Cause it’s all down hill forever now.

Yes it’s all down hill ’till we come around.

Yes it’s all down hill from here.


In the Arms of Bliss 

It’s strange how we break down mountains from the bottom of a valley.

I guess you can say misery loves company.

I guess it feels good when landslides sink to our level.

Oh, how I’ve misjudged the tender feeling of ignorance.

How wonderful it feels to be in the arms of bliss.

We all do it.

We all hug it back.

We all let sweet nothings whisper in our ears.

Telling us to stand amongst the burning trees and set fires,

or to throw stones in glass houses and watch the walls shatter.

At the very least, redundant.

At most, repulsive-

to let silver tongues lick our necks, and whisper to us, like we never had a choice at all.

But we did.

We chose to dwell in valleys,

and to bring mountains down with us.

How I hate what we’ve become.