Sweet Deal (w/the unbelieveable Urban Shipwreck)

strips of opinionated faith dangle
like mistletoe from clouds
drinking assasinated kisses buried deep
within the twisted windstreams
flowing in the offtime heartbeatstrumming
acapella chords everso gentle
gracing silent skies in horrific tones
misting open eyed visions

riptides of fate haggle
like interviews with retrospect
singing interrogation love songs
dancing below reflection's haze
distracting the dream-beat lullabye
a different drum a same-ish tune
detracted by the present whisper
absorbing the eluded after

lifeless thoughts begin to strangle
choices under shallow mounds
listening to screams as they pretend to sleep
going through withdrawls of dreams
displaying truths charged full with numbing
hope making it not so simple
to find courage asked for under stones
unturned by all decisions

lost inside such secret comforts
divided thought or divine ray
beneath the glass of liquid silence
subtle shades that fuel such rage
handed down in brighter alleys
but carried forth in darker days
it's hard to hold your breath for long
underwater, out of reach

out of sight out of mind
in the shallowest depths of this abyss
boiling over bundles of joy
scorching festering fetus' frolicking
among dawns of dedicated
decrepid desire dwindling down destiny's
clogged drainpipe overflowing
with outraged malcontent from a mute madrigal

the ballad keeps playing on
such voices tend to silence for the thought
of possibility, reaching
smiles weakened, willful, wandering
along the docks of dissidence
eventual timeline, time pries, time flies
away from intuition
when eagerly accepting truth endeared

into the night into the spine
herniated with the humility of honest bliss
broken like a brand new toy
given life by the smiles inside knocking
on the doors of frustrated
drawbridges to curiousity's meager cities
uncharted in atlas' not showing
directions to such lands of torment that shall

somehow to here and now
chimes swaying turbulence
shifting with the dawn in doubt
crested above the atmosphere
somewhere under here endured
these moments that never cost a thing
shifty hands that greet the stay
some way blamed in spite of bliss

i seem to think i'm the only witness
enjoying the spiritual insight
seen constantly in breaths that bless
doubt in darkness with a light

guiding vagrant pieces of me
back to myself