Lapis Lazuli

Simplified Under this spotlight I am simplified. The bright light bounces off my brown eyes That beams like a full moon’s pride. Here I am, here I am, beautiful and bright, Reflecting sunlight. Pieces of my soul crawl from their hiding place, Spilling their guts from my hopeful words, While my heart bleeds, iron rich, from my sleeve. I don’t shy away. I put ink to paper and write another line until my brain runs dry. Under this spotlight, my secrets aren’t mine. They belong to the whispers I know, But cannot find. Lies, truth, lies. Half truths, half lies, all the time, all the time. Under this spotlight, I am simplified. My imperfections can be heard wailing for miles, As the bright light burns them, searing their skin. I know, I know! I am no one special. I am nothing but ashes walking. Don’t Tell Me No Lies Singing songs of freedom, Singing songs of life. Wherever I go, you go, holding hands with my shadow in the night. Don't tell me I'm wrong, I know I'm always right. Don't tell me no lies. Don't tell me no lies. Wash away my tears, But don't tell me no lies. When the troublesome sun, Kisses my body goodbye, The evening chill, Scorns me right through the night. But I know who I am, I know what I want. I've got a drink in my hand. I promise I'm alive, I promise I'm alive. Don't tell me no lies, I'm free tonight, In the warmth of my home, Bathing in candle light, With my drink in my hand, Ash tray by my side. You sing songs of shame, Exhale breaths of lies. Don't tell me no lies. Don't tell me no lies. I'm free tonight, Don't tell me no lies. Walk With Me I sold my soul for a pot of gold And now I'm alone and empty. I need to find a jeweler, I need to make some money; The weight of this pot is making me weary. I'm growing old, Body worn and torn. Searching, my eyes are sore. Walking, my feet bleed at their sole. And I'm feeling empty. I would get farther without this pot, But then I'd have nothing of my own. My gold is me and I am my gold, But really I'm nothing but old. Take me to a Jeweler, I need to make some money. All this gold and I'm still poor, I have nothing. Flower In A Pond Flower in a pond, flower in a pond, Untrodden on, untrodden on, Floating around, it floats around, Above a world beneath its receptacle. Flower in a pond, sun in my hand. Flower in a pond, tell me who I am. Flower in a pond, crown on my temple. Flower in a pond, show me the great beyond. Can I sit upon your petals, Flower in a pond? Would you wither from my unholy touch? Would you sink under the weight of my sun and my crown? Or would you beam with joy, and welcome me home? Inside the depth of your pistil I’d find new hope. I’d learn to float in a pond like yours. The sun would hold me until I wither. I’d be beautiful... the envy of creatures. Flower in a pond, take my hand. Swallow me into your body; Let your soul echo against my emptiness, Then I’ll know who I am. Rose-Colored Shades I’m sporting my favorite pair of rose-colored shades. Life is prettier seen through my rose-colored lenses. The mundane things are now a rose-colored pink, They're so much more beautiful and interesting. Catch me in the city wearing my rose-colored shades, And cherry lipstick. My favorite skirt, the one that hugs my hips, is now rose-colored like me. The high heels on my feet look better in pink. When I’m strolling this rose-colored themed street, Nothing can stop me. I’m higher than the baby blue sky turned pink; I’m so majestic. The clouds are a close second, sporting their rose-colored cotton candy fit. And something about this rose-colored wind, brushing against my skin, makes me feel like dancing. A right step, then a left, and a right backwards and a left; And with a twirl, I am wrapped completely in rose-pink. I’m buying cherry ice cream To match my rose-colored lenses. Maybe I’ll see a horror movie but filtered through a rose-colored screen. Everything is happier when colored rose pink. So I’m sporting my rose-colored shades, and cherry lips to brighten my face.