Quotes

Blue Skies

No thrills, no chills

No iron wills

No highs, no lows

No come-to-blows

No start, no end

No becket bend

No jeers, no tears

No stagnant fears

Just me and you,

Whatever comes to

Just you and I,

And big blue skies

Listless

Whether or not

There’s this thing called fate

Not knowing you is

My unnatural state

Q.R.V.

When forever amends and promises bend

Principium et finis

We can take what’s been severed and put new parts together

With epoxy Q.R.V.

Latitude

We’ve travelled far enough away

That every step we tread

Is farther from and closer to

The other’s sorry stead

Someday

Someday you will be married

Someday you’ll end for good

Someday she’ll take off on a flight

Someday you’ll wish you could

Someday you will be filled up

Someday you will be stripped

Someday you’ll take charge of your life

Someday your coin will flip

Someday you’ll write a song for her

Someday you will be blocked

Someday’s the endless tide of time

Someday is on the clock

Someday you wish you spoke up—but

Someday you’ll bite your tongue

Someday it wasn’t she or I

Someday you are the one

Pulsar

Some nights I hear you calling me

Or I’m just on your frequency

A little south, a little west

A little broken at your best

Bouncing off of different stars

Trying to gauge just who you are

Keep avoiding all absorption

Babe, your sound is just distortion

Love Day

A day you won’t believe in

But you’ll buy-in anyway

‘Cause I’m sure you said you’d try

Now that she’s agreed to stay

And it’s none of my business

What goes on behind closed doors

But how can you give her something

That really isn’t yours?

If It Weren’t

If it weren’t for that moon

I could set you free

If it weren’t for the sun

You would be with me

If it weren’t for those stars

I could lose my way

If it weren’t for your heart

In the Milky Way

All the Songs

All the songs

All the rhymes

All the store-bought Valentines

All the fuss

All the fakes

All the excuses for a cake

All the pennies

All the wealth

All the toasts to someone’s health

All these words

Could ever be;

I know that you belong with me

Prelude

The piercing light of the highest C

The reverb of the lowest G

I wonder if my tastes were skewed

I wonder if they were preludes

The signatures in 3/4

The 7/8 that left me floored

I wonder if they set the mood

I wonder if they were preludes

The sweet symphonic reveries

The songs I played, that then played me

I wonder, in their plentitude

I wonder if they were preludes