cameleon

I am a cameleon

camouflaged with instability.

My skin is thick; I am opaque.

Wishing i were transparent.

Love endures, it clings away
When asked to leave, it begs to stay
Like the perfect song, at imperfect times
It's the way the chords struck with the rhymes
So let your troubles roll by...

He knows he can help himself
He can tell by a look at the books on his shelf

And someone, somewhere loses her son
Before her own sunset is said and done

And she dreams of sunflowers bent-over
Frozen in snow, and thinks 'Colorado.. ?'
But then plays her life back in slow motion
To keep in touch with that raw emotion
In the night, crushed empty can
Olive Oyle is waiting for her man
To come in from the fight
That will change their life
'For good this time...'

When all of your tears dry, let your troubles roll by

Like New Year's Eve, tonight's underway
But tomorrow you'll wake up afraid of the day
'Cause underneath the scars of your broken dreams
An undone war still wages and stings
You fear the year will blow
Like a breeze through a rainbow
You swear it's there, but you can't grab a hold
So you sit and cry and wonder why, why...

When all of your tears dry, let your troubles roll by

So many cities and windows and lives
And through each one there's a soul that strives to survive
So pay no mind, my sorrow's fine
The day is a live and that's why I cry
It's a New Year's toast, grab your list to conspire
The last snake hissed as he was thrown in the fire
You've come far, and though you're far from the end
You don't mind where you are, cause you know where you've been

Like a culture vulture sprawled out on the floor
Like a dead devil soldier washed up on the shore
With nothing of note but the ole' Capt.'s coat
And a burning boat you just sank with your salty tears...

commencement

What do you say when the familiar eyes of olive

cry out, "i dont love you anymore"

when you want to scream and escape your misery

but all you can do is hold on.

when you know it means a new beginning,

but all you want is nostalgic comfort  

what some call change, you call instability

what do you say when they ask you what happened?

when they know how perfect it once was.

you must not be made of loveable material, they'll think. 

what some call love, you call a burnt investment  

for my mirror and my opposite.

I can watch the sunset on my own

My mind is a whirlwind

of cluttered cravings.

My soul is tense. My heart is inhibited.

Desire for change brings peace to my every day,

yet i feel i am stagnating

My body is deteriorating.