Breaking Alice

Alice has filed for divorce
she doesn’t need an ass she wants a real horse
to pull the lever every time she comes
one big fellow to hold her real close
with a big heart made of steel
that her troubled mind couldn’t hurt couldn’t spill…

Alice, she is never getting tired
you have minutes, she has all the many hours
asking you to follow, does she ever come?
showing you the door, does she ever run?,
her blood is restless, so is her soul
Alice dearest is never getting old….

Alice darling walks on the line
with high heels reaching the top of her thighs
seeking fortune under falling skies
looking for another kind of guy
to dance in the puddle late at night
one wild stud to whisper with brown eyes…

Alice, she…

Alice writing back home
is sharing sorrows with the Christian old folks
the letters are wishing only the best
but at night she still could not rest
her mind was elsewhere to say the least
had it coming since she was a little happy kid…

Alice, she…

Alice darling got me on a hook
lost once she gave me that dirty funny look
first time I kissed her it was a rut
being slow was all it ever took
she started questing for the Holy Grail
even when she learned it was just a fairy tale…

Alice, she…

And now Alice wants to break
all pages that we wrote in the book of James
the prophecy was not intended for us
something was off but neither did ask
doubts where there form day one
but what if you had the choice to love anyone…



Green Eyes

Oh I need eyes to see
beauty that was put in me
for I am blind
to the passing and the time,
this heavy heart needs rest
from sunflowers feeding off my chest
and I need to grow
vineyards in my desert soil
on the paths I traced for finding me;
and they are green,
like musky valleys in between
mountains shaking when you scream,
and I need those eyes to see
through colors fading next to me,
the face of the unknown
voices speaking backwards
when there’s no one there to be,
close your eyes
and look and love with me
there is always this to see,
the sunshine,
and the oath you took with me…

Friday in the Sun

Waking up a sunny Friday
last December on the last day
I drank coffee followed by red wine from a better time
and the hundred dreaming songs of dancing summer
put them on one by the other,
feeling small before you grow
no one shows you what is right nor they tell you what is wrong
and the shapes you learn to draw kissing edges on the floor,
was a painter dressed in coal
up until you brushed my soul…

Walking on a sunny Friday
from late morning to November
I built castles in the sand where to kiss and hold your hand
but we’ve never burned enough to turn dust to shining glass
and the ocean came upfront
washing out the fairy gold,
in the daylight magic paled being lost in the glitter’s mighty cost
and the stars we watched together never shone on heavy weather
only music did remain
lighting torches in the rain…

Wandering on roads this Friday
couldn’t pull into a driveway
the stone giant with a heart needs a spark to gain the light
but there’s nothing to be found on the bearing that he’s bound,
reading books with empty pages
didn’t teach to see the braces
and the walls he raised around from the surface to the Sun
took him more than just his time spent on hopes and silver line
and the question being asked
lost its purpose in the vast…