Swell Heights

Leaflets, let down like loose strands of locks,

multiflora every which way you look.

The smell of ash and burnt promises,

that is the place where stories are told.

Let us return to our rock

and a hard place,

lest it be just another glacial erratic.

Let those tides turn on their own,

there's no reason to trip up a fall.

Let your heart turn on its own,

there's barely reason to trip, at all.

Steps, amongst moss and rocks

and pictures never forgotten

though we can see their ghosts

blowing in our shadows.

Returning, like back to its sender,

here's the last letter I write to you.

Let those tides turn on their own,

there's no reason to trip up a fall.

Let your heart turn on its own,

there's barely reason to trip, at all.

If I Told You So

I don't know

that if I told you so

would you believe me

or just be, and leave?

I don't know

how those words hurt

so, much-- so deep

it cuts like a breeze

from hell.

Nobody knows

why we hurt each other so,

though the truth

was always right there,

right,

in front of

Us.

Let me tell you my heart,

if you'll let me speak.

Biting words are easy,

and it makes me weak.

If my mind could tell you my heart,

would you give it back?

If my mind could tell you my heart,

would you let me speak?

Nobody knows why we are,

or why we take it too far.

But everyone knows the good part starts

with a simple goodbye to the bitter,

bitter past.

If my mind could tell you my heart,

would you give it back?

If my mind could tell you my heart,

would you let me speak?

Hold On

And I saw rain, on another sunny day,

yes, rain, it was streaming from your face

pure and plain, I see you walking out that door

and I said, "would you give me another chance

to say what it was that's on my mind?" And you said

"No, I told you to leave that all behind."

There's only one who knows me

I feel safe in his arms.

And I said,

Hold on.

Hold on.

Stay strong.

Stay, stay.

You can't rip me open,

You can't make me bleed,

You can't touch me, I'm so free

and in love with what surrounds me.

Your praise lifts me above the ground

Though there's only one who knows me

I am safe in his arms

With no harm to be found

And I said

Hold on.

Hold on.
Stay strong,

Stay, stay.

[instrumental]

Passer-bys look into the fray,

blinded by his footsteps,

"It's time for you to go now,"

you say with your last breath.

"Stay with me for one day longer,"

I spoke through tears, shedding.

"It doesn't matter if time is up--

please just stay with me."

And I said.

"Hold on.

Hold on.

Stay strong,

Stay, stay--

Hold on! Hold on!

Stay strong,

Stay, sta---ay."

Calls of Nature

Hues that come in red and blue

and lines that come off cliche

with mentions of roses and tu-

lips that end up brushing by you.

Living like leaflets, we are--

dangling like by-gone petals

of puppy dog love too far forgotten

to remember any real sentimental

value.

Buy these flowers, won't you girl?

Love is a spark of light

A dazzling blaze of flame--

Buy these flowers of mine.

Moon

Light shining, or dimly lit,

The dark side of porcelain skin,

proves the distances still unmet--

so let us dance in the moonlit night.

Heartless words and hateful eyes,

provide, for a single time,

a glimmer,

a hope,

a window of opportune moments

too poignant to wish

ourselves proper goodbyes.

Behold, we are not who we thought.

Do you mock me, moon, glaring with your patient glow,

a pristine shine biding time, because too late do I realize

who really has been in tears,

who really has been the one,

crying,

inside.

Know, we are not who we thought.

And time mends these sutures-- time,

so easily used as answer to incessant 'whys.'

But bygones never stay bygones;

not those built upon counterfeit truths.

No, we are not who we thought.

Traveler

Hey there, Traveler,

why is your heart so downcast?

Didn't anyone tell you?

It's time to come home now.

Do not fret,

when you stumble on the path.

Your friend will steady you on.

Soon you can lay your burdens down.

So put your sorrows behind you.

Put your sorrows behind you.

Focus on the road ahead.

You are so close to the end.

Just press on towards the goal.

Keep your eyes on the light leads the way.

Soon you can lay your burdens down.

So put your sorrows behind you.

Put your sorrows behind you.

~MD

Murderer

We all tend to give

more than we should

for a stab in the back.

But why do most of us roll over,

so they can take aim at our chests?

* * *

Love is a murderer;

And a ruthless bitch.

Though on its good days

all is forgiven in bliss.

Don't force it-- don't even try.

But, in the moment,

live love, alive.