Quid Pro Quo

It's all rather elementary
It's really just that simple
You give a little something
You get a little bit
That's what makes the world go round

He said this to me as he stepped from the stage
Where the limelight fell like dust of his yesterdays
He said this to me as he showed me the empty hole
Where his heart once was.... so I wonder

Is it all just elementary?
Is it really all plain and simple?
Do you really ever just give a little?
Do you ever really get even a bit?
That's what makes the world go round
Love is what makes the world go round

Propinquity

I may be in over my head here...
I may be swimming too far out...
I may be loosing my grip soon...
If I keep hanging onto this cloud...

The push to decide is ever pressing
The weight in my heart could crush the world
I can't seem to find the compass point now
As it keeps pointing between here and there

A step and I'm out in the open
My heart will be in the cross hairs
Is it fear that keeps me waiting?
Fear of a mistake I couldn't bare

All the world's one big show, yeah
All the world is a symphony
But will my life play the same tune
Or will it break the droll harmony?

I may be in over my head here...
(Have I lost my mind to think this?)
I may be swimming too far out...
(Have I already gone too far?)
I may be loosing my grip soon...
(Did I really ever have it?)
If I keep hanging onto this cloud...
(If I keep finding faces in the clouds...)

Twilight of the Soul

Did you see him sitting all alone
With his back to all he'd ever known
Did you feel his breaking heart alone
As pieces fell from his soul?

When the sky grew soft and ashen white
And the earth became too cold
When his eyes were clouded with the sight
And time grew unsteadily old

Footsteps on this lonely path
It's alright, he's walked here before
He'll walk it some more
He's slowly slipping to the floor, to the door

Hidden far beneath his smiles
He cries beyond your sight
And he's gone for too many miles
And it all comes down to tonight

Breaking hearts make no sound
We break them easily
Shattered glass makes no sound
As this body breaks free

This mirror grows darker now
As this path winds to its end
Turn these eyes from themselves
Or will there be one less ________
If he only had a __________

Untitled Soul

You may have noticed
You may have seen
That these last few poems
Lacked titles or meaning

But maybe you saw
Maybe you caught a sight
That hidden deep within them
Are a sign and a fight

A three way battle
Over a worthless plot
A raging whirlpool
Sucking each tittle and jot

Where the world grows flat
And the sky turns sick blue
At the end of the bare road
Will it be them or you?

What is this meaning?
You think you know, but do you?
Reread them if you dare now
And if you catch it what will you do?

Give them titles, see if you can
When the meanings come together
Will you be able to stand?

The words are drying up now
They grow together fast
When we figure out how at last

The excuses like creeks in the summer
Are beginning to blow away
As things get hotter and closer day by day

Are they merely empty poetic musing
Meant to be misleading and
Confusing

Or has a part of me leaked from my pen
What will you do then?

Less is more, so they say
So less I say then day by day

Where does this winding river flow?
As far down it as you will go?

The end draws near for someone's dream

Though endings aren't as bad as they seem

Can you taste the rain in the air

The good things coming before they're there

Coming to take away this care

Where

You'll fare

Better as you dare

Your heart to bare

Take care

Beware

Where?

There.
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You toy with me at every chance
A fleeting butterfly always out of reach
You flit between my fingers and the cracks in my heart
Weaving in places few have known

I cannot trust this sandy base
I cannot build upon the wasted land
I dare not let myself take a breath
When you get this close to me

Shackles weigh upon my legs
They stop the race before it starts
Where certain roads are pleasant paths
Their ends are far from the distant sea

I cannot let this feeling grow
But yet, perhaps, just a little while more
Perhaps, perhaps, playing with fire
Will not burn me, if I keep control

Can I keep control of my heart and desires
Would I want to, once my feet touch this slippery road
I dare not breathe when you're this close to me
Will I go my life, breathlessly by your side?

These childish thoughts, baseless and primal
Dwell in the darkest caverns of my primordial soul
Where the flesh rules king over my feelings
I will not descend into this dark hole

To fight the moment and triumph the instant
To have farther vision then the here and now
To persevere through fear and momentary desire
That is what set humans apart from the beasts

But sometimes that beastly nature still rages
And threatens the sanity of the celestial city
And in the midst of this war across my natures
I can only hold my breath when you draw near to me