Sleeping At Last

fox69 · 12.01.2017

"East"

"East"

I set out to rule the world
With only a paper shield and a wooden sword.
No mountain dare stand in my way,
Even the oceans tremble in my wake.

The tide is brave, but always retreats.
Even the sand, it cowers under my feet.
My kingdom towers above it all,
While I sleep safe and sound in my cardboard walls.

Now I bear little resemblance to the king I once was.
I bear little resemblance to the king I could become.
Maybe paper is paper, maybe kids will be kids-
Lord, I want to remember how to feel like I did.

So I draw my sword with the morning sun,
I summon the moon as soon as the day is done.
The clouds march on, on my command.
Even the rain, it falls according to plan.
The trees bow down and give their leaves.
I humbly accept their offerings of peace.

The years wore on and changed my heart,
The leading role for a smaller part.

Now I bear little resemblance to the king I once was.
I bear little resemblance to the king I could become.
Maybe paper is paper, maybe kids will be kids.
But Lord, I want to remember how to feel like I did.
'cause I bear little resemblance to the king I once was.
I bear little resemblance to the king I could become.
Maybe paper is paper, maybe kids will be kids.
But Lord, I want to remember how to feel like I did.

I set out to rule the world
With only a paper shield and a wooden sword.

fox69 · 12.01.2017

"Emphasis"

"Emphasis"

Death is promised to the bee
Who's sting protects the colony.
Was its life worth nothing more
Than honey for the queen?

Life is a branch and it is a dove,
Handcrafted by confusing love.
Sign language is our reply,
When church bells make no sound.

In hollow towers and empty hives,
We craved sweetness with a fear of heights.
Was it all just a grain of sand
In an hourglass?

The smartest thing I've ever learned
Is that I don't have all the answers,
Just a little light to call my own.

Though it pales in comparison
To the overarching shadows,
A speck of light can reignite the sun
And swallow darkness whole.

Death is a cold, blindfolded kiss.
It is the finger pressed upon our lips.
It puts an unwanted emphasis
On how we should have lived.

Life is a gorgeous, broken gift.
Six billion+ pieces waiting to be fixed.
Love letters that were never signed,
Sent to where we live.

But the sweetest thing I've ever heard
Is that I don't have to have the answers,
Just a little light to call my own.

Though it pales in comparison
To the overarching shadows,
A speck of light can reignite the sun
And swallow darkness whole.

fox69 · 12.01.2017

"Envelopes"

"Envelopes"

On tree branches
There are birds instead of leaves.
All at once, they lift through trees
To reveal the unseen.

A blindfold of wings
Held us from perfect sight,
While saving unready eyes.

All will be lost, all will be well.
All will be loved when living is hell.
We'll cry dead leaves to grow.

In broken English,
Arguments igniting fires,
We'll sing in off-key choirs
Of an ageless rebirth.

After feathers disappear,
Our bodies will heal and repair.

Sent down in envelopes,
A white sea of dangerous hope.
Arms overflow with the weightless flood of words,
Perfect ears let truth be heard,
And we will learn to let go.
We will learn to let go.

We'll pull each letter one by one,
Every ribbon comes undone.
Our little eyes and little souls
Will now be strong enough to hold

The divorce of need.
Explanations breathe for us.

On paper waves we sway.
Our bodies get lifted away, outside of space.
We'll send down the envelopes,
The forest resets in hope.

fox69 · 12.01.2017

"Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic"
(originally by The Police)

"Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic"
(originally by The Police)

I've tried before to tell her
Of the feelings I have for her in my heart
Every time that I come near her
I just lose my nerve as I've done from the start

Every little thing she does is magic
Every thing she does just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on

Do I have to tell the story
Of a thousand rainy days
Since we first met
It's a big enough umbrella
But it's always me that ends up getting wet

Every little thing she does is magic
Every little thing she does just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on

I resolve to call her up a thousand times a day
And ask her if she'll marry me in some old fashioned way
But my silent fears have gripped me
Long before I reach the phone
Long before my tongue has tripped me
Must I always be alone?

Every little thing she does is magic
Every thing she does just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on

fox69 · 12.01.2017

"Everyone"

"Everyone"

What have you seen?
What have you felt?
Your lips are closed, the curtain's shut
All that we can see is on your sleeve
All that we can see is on your sleeve

I know from time to time
That hope seems but a foreign land
A distance that we cannot reach
A language we cannot speak

Your life is hidden in your skin
Though not entirely so
Some things can't be kept
And through all the things we'll find out
We will hold on tighter to the surface life

I know from time to time
That hope seems but a foreign land
A distance that we cannot reach
A language we cannot speak

In your words the movement of your eyes
The expressions on your face
The rush of your walking

And through all the things we'll find out
We will hold on tighter to the surface life

With our closed fists we will feel like
we've suceeded again

What have you seen?
What have you felt?
Your lips are closed, the curtain's shut
All that we can see is on your sleeve
All that you can see is on my sleeve

I know from time to time
Hope seems but a foreign land
A distance what we cannot reach
A language we cannot speak

fox69 · 12.01.2017

"From The Ground Up"

"From The Ground Up"

One by one the knots we've tied will come undone.
Like picking locks, we'll sow our seeds beneath the sun.
Our accomplice is the rain,
With patience, that of saints

It grows and grows,
Our home sweet home.

It took me 27 years to wrap my head around this-
To brush the ashes off of everything i love.
Where courage was contagious, confidence was key.

Right as rain, soft as snow,
It grows and grows and grows,
Our home sweet home.

We'll try to document this light,
With cameras to our eyes,
In an effort to remember
What being mended feels like.

We're home sweet home.

fox69 · 12.01.2017

"Ghosts"

"Ghosts"

If you listen just right, you can almost hear it
The symphony of secrecy, life, and fear
(the search for love, but finding fear)

Like a moth to the flame we become helpless
To the beautiful ghost
That true love sheds.

We all are running our very own races,
Set upon the most dangerous of places.
Are through it all,
We are left with a void in our chests,
We're aching to fill

The doves come to gather our every need,
They lift them up to Heaven
Through the mouths from which we speak.

God will you help us understand the meaning of it all?
Will you send your angels down to us at our every call?
Sometimes it seems the world is passing us
Faster than my eyes can adjust.

I can't decide if I'm living or I'm dying,
So I test your love and I test your love,
I test your love.

The doves come to gather our every need,
They lift them up to Heaven
Through us now....
The doves come to gather our every need,
They lift them up to Heaven
Through the mouths from which we speak.

Like a moth to the flame we become helpless
To the beautiful ghosts
That true love sheds.

fox69 · 12.01.2017

"Goes On And On"

"Goes On And On"

Every day you wake,
Evermore aware
Than you ever were before.
The smallest sound
Is ringing in your ears,
Like a grand piano
Slowly falling down a million stairs.
But the sounds it makes
Are the growing pains of repair

And it goes on and on.
It goes on and on.

'til the day you wake up
Miles away from here,
Where all of a sudden
Dissonance disappears...

And like a wrecking ball in reverse,
Every wrong will be made right.
What was adamant, even permanent,
Will have a change of heart and mind.
In your disbelief, you'll clear your eyes
As if you're seeing light
For the very first time.

It goes on and on.
It goes on and on.

fox69 · 12.01.2017

"Green Screens"

"Green Screens"

This could take some time.
everything waits on assembly lines - but not here.
in the emergence of plan,
we'll be surrounded by hands.

the storyboard outlines our escape
and second guesses will be erased;
on the cutting room floor
everything falls into place.

if only our futures could be tamed,
suddenly our past would have no say.
and in the emergence of film, pouring overhead,
our bodies relearn how to feel.
and somehow the screen embodies every ideal
as the orchestra so sweetly reveals,
and the background artist carries us there...
the conflict compliments repair.

we're all on the edge of our seats,
we're all on the edge of our seats
until the end.

fox69 · 12.01.2017

"Hearing"

"Hearing"

Love is an echo...