Dead line

Want to hear a tale
of lovers turned to friends again?

An unseen power ripped apart
the waltzing pair – so hard –

it left no shoes behind.
No pictures on the wall.
No smell of coffee in the hall
Or I love you’s
To end phone calls.

Just
Goodnight.
Sleep tight.
Hang up.

Dead line.

All Of It, Fireworks

I don’t need heaven.
This world is enough.
Some say everything here
Was made just for us –
From the kindness of strangers
To the hardest of blows…
All that we steal, get, give,
All that we throw.

Oh, I don’t need hell.
This world is enough.
Some say everything here
Is cold, wild and rough
From the blood that we spill
To the love we let go
All that we steal, get, give
All that we throw.

All of it fireworks
Oh what a show
All that we question
And all that we know
All of it fireworks
Oh what a show
All that we steal, get, give
All that we throw.

I don’t need dreaming.
This world is enough.
The fact is: art imitates
Life’s smallest stuff…
From the saddest goodbye
To the warmest hello
And all that we steal, get, give
All that we throw.

picture by: snapwire

H E R M A N A

You’ve got a secret smile
While I’ve got a secret mind.
You’re steady as a tree
And I crash just like the sea.
Through storms and brighter days,
And our everchanging ways.
In every step of the way, I find
I’ve got all of you.

From milk to whiskey sour,
Bedtime and happy hour…
From crayons to tattoos…
We grew up out of the blue.
Through stresses and progresses
And different town addresses…
In every step of the way, I find
I’ve got all of you.

I know the laugh to cling to,
When feeling sad and blue.
The sense you talk me into,
When I’m a rusty screw.
When leaning heavy over,
I know I’ve got your shoulders too.
In every step of the way, I find
I’ve got all of you.