1. I WILL POSSESS YOUR HEART

How I wish you could see the potential
The potential of you and me.
Like a book elegantly bound
But in a language that you can't read.
You gotta spend some time, love,
You gotta spend some time with me.
And I know that you'll find love
I will possess your heart.
You gotta spend some time, love,
You gotta spend some time with me.
And I know that you'll find love
I will possess your heart.
There are days when outside your window:
My reflection as I slowly pass.
And I long for this mirror perspective
When we'll be lovers, lovers at last.
You gotta spend some time, love,
You gotta spend some time with me.
And I know that you'll find love
I will possess your heart.
You gotta spend some time, love,
You gotta spend some time with me.
And I know that you'll find love
I will possess your heart.
You reject my advances and desperate pleas.
I won't let you let me down so easily
So easily.
You gotta spend some time, love,
You gotta spend some time with me.
And I know that you'll find love

I will possess your heart.
You gotta spend some time, love
You gotta spend some time with me
And I know that you'll find love
I will possess your heart
You gotta spend some time, love
You gotta spend some time with me
And I know that you'll find love
I will possess your heart.
You gotta spend some time with me,
I will possess your heart.
You gotta spend some time with me,
I will possess your heart.
You gotta spend some time with me,
I will possess your heart.


2. OUT, BRIEF CANDLE

I am a crooked masterpiece.
I stand at your feet,
gasping in awe of my crimes,
my crimes unforgiven.
This is a grinding,
This is a halt.
This is a slaughter
Of all I love.
This is a binding,
This is my fault.
This is a message
For loathing hearts.
Chariot
Chariot
There is a yearning
For the words unsaid.
There are times I tried
To be myself.
My life in glass houses
Comes to an end.
Every lie in harmony

Enters the light.
Break these
Rose red
Eye lids.
Hold your
Loose grip.
Sink your
Blade in
Our heart.
I am a crooked masterpiece.
I stand at your feet,
gasping in awe of my crimes,
my crimes unforgiven.
There is sickness in this water,
These riverbeds of drought.
There is sickness in this water,
This candle must burn out.
A chariot awaits us.
Swirls of fire in the wind,
Divide our hopeless hearts.
Find a glass worth looking in,
To progress we must endure.
An apology in
Wretched turmoil.
I want to feel again,
There are times
I feel broken.
There are times
I am unwanted.
There is bittersweet in every moment
We’re at sea.
You form in
Every stream and
Every mark along my palm.
It’s the beauty of gardens
Against glass against
Everything in azure.

I am just the knots.
A broke finale:
Spoken final words
In heaven.
All is lost
In these pages,
In this bible.
I will lose control.
I will lose control.


3. GENESIS OF THE DAFFODIL

I have ripped apart my body
To show the world.
In spite, in degradation,
in calling out your name.
These faces, bleak and tender
Shedding tears and fragile.
The scent of failure
Seeps from my skin.
And when I reach the end
My pockets filled with dust
I will speak, untethered,
“These words won’t be worth
Their weight in gold.”
Corrupt in solitude
This monolith in darkness.
I am enslaved to
This statue buried at sea.
We ache for pleasures
Over discipline, over virtue
over purity, over decency.