The Passport  (1.2)

 

 

 

 

 

 

The passport is burning a hole down into my soul,
     And melodies from true love past haunts my memories
        My fingers dance desperately across the keys,
            Searching for a ticket, God almighty,  please God please
              Visions I see, supranatural  lovemaking  long past here

                 Two souls entwined and shattering
                   Parading across the television of my mind
                   I am tuning into some demon rerun channels kind
                    Immaculate dreams unfulfilled in space and time

                     Hopelessly  I fall into those  sparkly flames again
                     My breath is growing short and thin
                     My soul  crushed  deep  fatal  and fine

                     I close my eyes and I’m  falling back

                Down the glowing chords of time

 

 


                     I'm falling
                     From a dark red sky across the dusty hot plain
                     With my rifle and pistol close at hand
                     Orange dust blows  across my face and hands

                     Choking  hot sand in my lungs so fine

                     Canopy above me, slipping, drifting, languidly  down

                      Sweet silver bullets humming all around

                     While my hands make this silken torn white wing fly

                     Watching helplessly as my comrades die

                     The land below is deadly empty 

                     My loving brothers spitting glowing lead into my sky

 

 

 


                     I'm falling
                     I crush softly into hard orange earth below my feet
                     The impulse cleans my lungs of air

                     My spine feels the  crush of gods earth bare

                     Crack – Crack:  Sweet silver bullets whiz by my hair
                     Crushing, loving, bloody grass below my final fall
                     I grab for my rifle, she is close and near

                     Cordite  and gun oil I smell all about round here
                     Orange earth blows thru my lungs and eyes
                     While a thousand pilgrims fall all around me

                     I  am crossing gods final line

                     the dead and loving  scream and cry                  
                     And  cold  red blood runs across  a land Of lies

     


                     One  ----   hard  ---- knock 

                     and I'm back
                     And the visions of  lives past fade away
                     But the impulse still cleans my lungs of air
                     And the burning in my soul  still  smolders there

                     Fire is only seconds away, this match is caressing me

                     Hopeless, I am falling into those sparkly flames again
                     Fingers dancing across a sterile keyboard plain
                     Searching for the path that will take me where
                     My soul’s true love awaits, alone alive and bare
                     My love, my dearest love, don’t cry

                     Give me a few more seconds, I'm almost there~