Petrified sacrificial angel doll

Brush a cheek, a soft lipped kiss

Fractured forever in a memory never made

Porcelain turned to flesh, left

In a photographic wish of youth

Drowning in blue eyes and soft curls

My face in the nape of your neck

Never happened, but my mind digresses

As my soul transgresses so many miles

So many years, so much time

I just wanted what was never mine

Just wanted… my angel to come to life

.. ..

Two in an eight-billion chance

A romance in happenstance that didn’t happen

A heart still held, feelings still felt

Feeling so damn real that they couldn’t be

Because perfection’s infection

Would have left me dead, and gone

But I’m still lingering

With a love on hold

.. ..

Just a ghost of a chance

A romance in happenstance that didn’t happen

The only way to rub two sticks together

When this one’s all alone is to break it again

So there’s no chance for a spark

I expect, just a broken heart in retrospect

With a thought that refuses to die

No matter how much time, or how far it flies

.. ..

Maybe I should burn your photo

Rip your picture to tiny pieces like my dreams

From 20 years ago, dead and gone, and all so wrong

But I’ll be damned if they didn’t feel right

And don’t feel right again tonight

What should I do to make you leave me alone

Like you left me alone so long ago

Burning like hell with this fucking memory

Of a love that was more one sided

Than masturbation in a mirror

Dancing In My Dreams Again (2009)(2004)

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The hopeful sadness of tempo

Regretful, fretful tormented bliss

Dangling over waves of tomorrow

Standing on a lover’s cliff

.. ..

I remember the smell of smoke

Whiskey lingered on my breath

The feel of your hands as we danced

I swore I’d never dance again

.. ..

Ghostly white and tight enough to dare dreams

Sorrows second dress - the one I like best

Dance away the night if only in retrospect

Come back to me if only as a temptress

.. ..

Powerful passion in tone bronzed legs

Move those hips to the beat in my mind

Shake that waist ‘til angels fall

Just one dance, but ten years time

.. ..

Haunt my thoughts, more than I ever thought

Not without your smile to drive me wild

Now the music’s not the same

Its sadness channeled from regret

.. ..

Bacardi blues drown those days

As if the pedestal’s height could make them fade

Such distance doesn’t digress

It blurs the truth & enhances the dream

.. ..

Here’s to the memory of youth

The loss of innocent hope

Was all that I lost that night

As Amy’s hands left mine…

To dance alone

In the corner of my mind

Forever and ever and tonight

Touched passion just to push it further away

Loved because I was supposed to

Not simply because I could

When blood equaled love

I knew I’d never be enough

Needed to be held

Not held captive

Not held back

Just to feel warmth

And no longer be the second son

They wanted rhyme, they wanted verse

What they got was more perverse

What is seen is what they get

What I feel, they cannot

On that I’ll take bets

Mirror, mirror on the floor

How many pieces of me adorn

Theatric spectacle of unvoiced screams

Swept up disappeared,

Like night-life sunbeams

Testimonial harmony of silent death

Anger turns to hate in one quick breath

A drop of blood atop the chaos

Cherry like pristine replication

Childhood’s painful homage

What I feel I cannot forget

Forever and ever all regret

Agony of malaise, thunderstruck

Seven lifetimes of bad luck

As it reflects a twisted fuck

Wish in one hand, and sin with the other

All grown up but buried another mother

It’s back to the page where life and lines combine

Bringing myself back to the beginning with a reaffirmed love

Forgoing the CD clarity for a record’s scratch

Giving up on health for happiness seems asinine

From outside eyes, but not mine

I’ll live to see the Holy Grail & Pandora’s Box

Though Pompeii was once home

Atlantis vanished a thousand hours from dawn

Leaving enlightenment in the broken bulb

Of sun shattered wisdom

Education is learning the rules

But no book could be more than a guide

From duct & bone generations

Weather its Biminis’s Coast

Or Oak Island’s Pit of Gold

Mythology is just a religion of the dead

Just like Stonehenge

Unanswered questions with the same old recitations

No new questions – sure as hell no new solutions

Selling out the old soul buys a few more days of a young man’s age

But youth was never wasted because no one dares to ask

That what we seek to find might kill belief

Like a child’s innocent dreams corrupted by time’s disease

As the Whippoorwill whimpers & dies from forgotten pride

I wonder what was before Atlantis