holding to the blues in her eyes
till her heart cries into my hands
for the redemtion of the real
hold a glance, a grey fatal grasp
its too close to hope her, a stare
to chance a past in the future
I grip her built up imagination
carefree and unbeknownst to the wicked
that bewares her head and is forgotten
in the grey eyes I hold for her to see
my way.

STILL
stare at the fallen leaves
a restless ground of cruel intentions
an epiphany of a future
in the eyes of the friend
I lie still... and know
I cannot come closer
I almost see your face
I lie still.... but
your kiss cuts too deep
whispers whislte swiftly on winds wings
I lie still...as
the clock works magic
my hour has come
still....
we are ready for nothing
nothing undone
I laid still...
a silence of the years broken
with a whimper
for it all to come to this
I lie still...until I
set the tones with sighs of goodbye
she is nearer to me here
for this I will lie.
still...

Hard to believe that my little brother could be my hero. To think I look up to the boy who I once held in my arms as a child. A 17 year old teddy bear, enstine, Jimi Hendricks, and president. Amazes me everyday. How could he have ever looked up to me, with everything I do wrong? The strength. damn. All I can say is rock on Sean. Rock on.