Great Eternity

Shards of glass and shattered boulders
Splintered wood and wounded soldiers
Steelheart, sure, and cunning
This time I feel not like running

Misplaced trust and the falling
Not long ago had I found my calling
Anticipating what will come to be
Another happy spell for you and me

Slicing my way through life's dribbling slime
Finding my path to happiness of all time
No need to panic, I must remain calm
As for you, a kiss to the back of palm

For the actualized value we all seek
For the people we see every week
For the times we've all shared
For the sacrifices we've all spared

We all come alive tonight

Colorless Wreckage

Awakening in fields of black and white.
No grass or trees, only wreckage from the flight.
Picking and heaving through disastrous debris.
Searching feverishly for woman and man free.

Found wallets, suitcases and other leftovers.
Ne'er felt this fucked since the last hangover.
Charred jet remains mark this sad decree.
Still no signs of intelligent life free.

Mementos, gifts, but no corpses of others.
No sons, no daughters, no fathers, no mothers.
I thought now that everyone stood and took walks.
Since all that remained was debris and dusty rocks.

Giving up in this grayed dream I run.
I survived -- therefore today is done.
Sifting further and further away.
The black and white became color today.

Magic

Fear is a thing long since past.
Summer went by way too fast.
Dreams placed underneath our beds.
Soaked in faith of newlyweds.

Fire raised by heart-shaped fans.
Taking love to great, distant lands.
We take our time, lock hands into position.
And tomorrow we return from our expedition.

As life continues, so intensifies our love.
Deepened by oath of sacred turtle dove.
Questioned by fowler, said and true.
Testified by the words 'I love you.'

Ramifications of our love infinite.
They only make that more definite.
Though once plagued by all things tragic.
We look ahead, happy by God's blessed magic.

Ticky-Tacky

Base jumped from the highest distance
Living every moment just for this instance
Gaze at the leader but not his lackey
We're only made of wood glue and ticky-tacky

In the journey of living 'til death
Spoken until we're exhaling dry breath
We pursue that which would make us happy
So that we end up as something less ticky-tacky

Don't fall upon senseless judgment, be my guest.
Waiting 'til tomorrow dressed in Sunday best.
Breathe... and new life comes from then.
See... and we'll sing together once again.

Back then I taught the guilty but true
Today I sit in class right beside you
Lessons of life are growing ever wacky
As we dust off old photos of ticky-tacky

Ticky-tacky, tacky-ticky
Even if life is sometimes tricky
Forget the right once, and remember the wrong
Ticky-tacky itself doesn't last all that long