Neon Staircase

I walk down the same roads,
The same ones as yesterday.
The asphalt glimmering,
In the moonlight from far away.
I walk on to the stairs,
the escalator moving up,
forever into an endless night,
The endless stairs moving up.
Streetlights light up the way,
all the way to the stairs,
those that never end.
I walk on along familiar paths,
Seeing the same old stairs,
falling away.

I pass to the next road,
millions of headlights floating away
A river of humanity, hidden,
from my eyes keeps away.
Frozen cars and lost voices,
I see the paint peeling away.
From the buildings that emptied,
Emptied with the passing of the day.
I see the windows with no blinds,
lidless and tired, waiting,
waiting for teh night to pass.
Amid this quiet roar,
of a city in repose,
I feel my purpose slipping away.

I see the neon signs,
Blinking at me, and ever calling,
Singing a song to the silent night
It's not just me who heeds
the beauty of the night air,
tinged with burnt fuel,
and the bright green neon signs.
I feel the silent city,
singing the same weary song,
That I sing while I walk,
Along with it, in the neon night.
Though the people sleep,
I am awake watching the signs,
and along with me the city,
Singing forever a weary song.

Lot N

Distant Dreams

In a morning far away,
from the cities that we know,
I gather the future in my thoughts,
In which you are not too distant.

The blanket of fog clears,
But the chill wind reminds me,
of your warmth, that I crave,
One too far from my reach.

A memory makes me smile,
as I remember your lips on mine,
and the scented air,
thick with love, between us.

I see the morning sun,
Kissing the cold moon away,
Wonder when it'll be our time,
when the day begins with you.

The moment crawls to a stop,
and through the half shut door,
sounds of the city tease the ears,
Yet I miss your voice.

I close my eyes, and I can feel,
your hand in mine,
and no thoughts to interrupt,
my reverie, none to dispel the silence.

Time starts again, realizing it paused,
and throws me a tender glance,
Promising me a life with you,
and never ending joy.




Blood On The Run

I sit there, on the road,
staring at the setting sun.
The sky dyed with crimson,
and the air stinking foul.

There's a little boy,
lying on the road,
His guts spilling out,
And His blood on the run.

For a sin that never was,
The blood spilled over,
And through the sun kissed
Roads, flew on to water.

Blood on the run/
Blood on water,
Running away,
Congealing in the mind.

I saw a little girl,
lying on the next road,
Her legs broken,
by some man's creation.

Newer blood, not yet dry,
And on her cheeks,
teardrops cleaned a river,
amond some blood on the run.

Lying in the pool of blood,
I looked at her and asked,
Why the sad face,
Isn't death peace?

Her blood slipping away,
Taking her life with it,
She handed me a wish,
and died.

Flowing on the river of blood,
I took her wish,
and back to the road I went.
To the road that river sent (me).

The boy was lying,
no more blood to spill,
and for the briefest while,
I wanted to run.

But I had a wish to deliver,
so I picked the boy,
laid him next to his sister,
But they felt nothing.

Blood on the run,
I wondered where it all went,
To the river where the water was red
To the seas where the sun set.

Blood on water,
such a beautiful sight,
and the wishes it had borne,
never fulfilled.

Blood on the run,
Blood on water,
To the other side of time,
Where blood flows no more.



Forgetting Time

In those carefree days,
when there was no love,
nor did hate cloud our mind,
in that time gone by,
I knew a girl so sweet,
who'd just see me and smile.
I never saw more than her face,
Knew just her name,
and that was by accident.
But her smile followed me,
and whenever I looked,
she would be somewhere, near.
In such a time I knew no fear,
pain had no meaning,
friends meant a few people,
whom, I went home, and forgot.
Those times are gone,
I can't recollect any faces,
but I still remember,
that sweet smile floating by.