Simple Cards

Don't be tricked by aces in your face
They'll tell you that it won't be a difficult game
But they don't show what they're hiding beneath
What comes quick can never last
So don't jump so quick at weak prey
In a shuffle soon, your queen will appear
And your eyes will open to the meaning of the game

Throw away all the cards,

You're the light in the dark

Box

Under an amaretto sunrise I found a box
It's sturdy, dense, and heavy; it's all covered in locks
An aura emanates, sometimes light and sometimes dark
I took it with me, and saw it's presence to be interminable, like the song of a lark
More than anything I wanted to open it, but the seams were sealed shut
I couldn't slice the chains open no matter how much I cut
I fought and fought until I reached exhaustion
I never knew my desires were so Faustian
A moment from death, I'd found my design
To accept the unobtainable, and face the malign 

No matter how many deaths that I die I will never forget No matter how many lives that I live I will never regret

Along the Way

Somewhere along the way,  I found the letter I had lost. 
Maybe it was an A, or a B, or a Z;  I couldn't tell because the light wasn't so good.
It was one of those things that always stays a part of you, but you sort of let yourself forget.
You let life pass you by, flowing down the current of time, and then, all of a sudden,
"Oh yeah, I remember you. I was looking for you all this time."
And you did just fine in its absence, but in front of your face, you can't imagine yourself without it.

Maybe the pain that was set in place of the proximity of my letter made me repress my affections.
Maybe it hurt so bad I tried to hate it and told everyone I did. 
But the hate was set inward because I knew I'd never let it go, not all the way.
I could reach a staged happiness, tricking even myself it worked.
And I believed myself too. Why wouldn't I?

I spent so much effort, using all sorts of erasers and paints, to make it disappear from my mind, to cover it.
But the memory bled through, and smudges remained.
Because I couldn't forget the places we'd been to, and the stories I'd written with you.
Then to drop you from my alphabet, but keep writing. How could I do that? 
I'd look at all the other letters, and they're fine, they're lovely.
They have their places and purposes.
They aren't you though. They never could be. Such a shape and sound could never be reproduced.

I'm holding you tight; now, I have you.
My only fear?
Somewhere along the way, I'll lose you forever.

 

Fire in my heart, burning just for you