Look around and you’ll see
Only two faced people smiling at y
You can tell they harbour ill inte
And wish your life was theirs
Love is just a word made of shapes

through the mist this nose exhales
iced and clingy, a heartening chil
it fosters a trepidation of an unf
its gritted teeth house more than
an obscene yell blows a fouls stea

I’ve studied your forms
your ideals and mystique,
your weapon and sets
your trips and traps,
the economy of movement

I’ve only myself to blame
No one else, its my fault entirely
How my lifes turned out, transpire
Its the only way it could
I was a lazy child at home and sch

borne on the mist, the steam that
from the bowels of the earth,
a rotting effigy of a godless hear
surely once held a fastidious beli
this foundling permeates a landsca

a bus I should of never taken
I might of not met you,
took you out for a drink
and felt something between us two,
should of ripped up your number

Uneasy leanings dwell silently
Within the vanilla heart
Projecting a usual and normal face
Tired whims of vagabonds
To all around your blood pumps loy

I thought that it was all a dream
a terrible nightmare that meant no
God doesn’t exist, I’m smarter th
now... I’m not as sure as I was,
I’ve opened my eyes of late

wild horses pelt the green
they choke the dirt and jump it cl
they race beyond a speed that’s fi
and smash to bits the noise of che
they run like birds inside a cage

If I could tell you the story
Read you the journal of my life
Could you listen without a judgeme
And keep your lips pursed tight
If I could show you everything

sometimes I wish I could live beh
ultra violet rays, under dark cove
nullify all eyes that wish to see
glass lens to keep out odd stares
lateral vision, an infusion, monoc

it could of been the codeine that
like a lava spill through the old
no effort needed for this heighten
this house is derelict, crumbling.
the dread of a thousand hearts

you were a storm cloud raging
though a calm storm,
your electrical eyes venting
high you could jump and fly,
soar and lift to a thermal glide

I’ve heard it said
many times before,
one good man
can change the world,
and alter all

At the heart of loss
Lives a gory malcontent
Petulant and peevish
Though, believes all is his to ven
Tardy and resilient

a salacious yearn forms a tryst fr
a pool that flows the floor about
as you hang and drip dry your wagg
drooling a mouthful of relaxed poi
to then recede your gaze to a tabl

In a world where my soul doesn’t f
And all who see me in some way tak
I feel like the breath from a dece
Just to be sucked back down by ano
Freedoms soar like a caged birds s

hello and goodbye
fleeting words that remain,
below and in eyes
the whiz of static changes,
awkward smiles

your exhales are like a freezing w
as if the vacuum of space you draw
everything out to a baseline readi
you choke all the fun from a room,
a spitfire heart and a tenacious c

a frozen man crucified
pools of resolve drip and drip,
a slow segregated waterfall
every droplet shed born of sin.
eyes search its swirling eddy

Death stalks us all
to dissolve the sadly visible
he’s a fickle lonely horseman
portraying only a mood
a representation of fear

It seems I spend my life trying n
The egg shells that I’m walking o
All the while, your hearts thunder
As my egos tossed from pillar to f
The whirlwind spins, the tornado b

the world and all its trappings
that you drape around your gold,
the lace and frills you wear
all tell a tale,
they speak of disappointment

one strange day
the sun played warm and bright
you broke the seal around my heart
not much to add or say
it was soon as cool as night

I never had that pause that you he
so much asylum searched, sought af
mentally rescued from the north wh
I beat myself up, I tried to pain
I’ve overstepped the mark so frequ

I work a boring forty hours
five days of a misery unknown,
each day I plan my suicide
to be carried out when weekend com
then as I clock-out on friday even

its human nature, well mine anyway
not to leave anything in a glass o
down to the bottom of all I travel
under the tutelage of my own will
lucid and calm my greedy eyes cove

solitude, I find you
a sound wave
a cusp of hope
solitude, I live you
your antithesis I crave

there’s nothing thrown so worse
than to think yourself a fine grad
only to grip at a point in a later
your way off, the ticks were weigh
looking back down the oval centuri

old bricks make a young house
mortars eaten away in places
its got cracks appearing in its fa
old bricks make a young house
broken windows let new light in

it’s a dream of an irrelevant nigh
that sweetness is a forgotten bego
through black soft sooty thoughts
they cling fast to wounds turning
they do and will forever spill

Like snowflakes nestled on the bac
That get swept up by demons devour
The infectious raindrops trickle s
Into the limestone skulls of edens
And like a spiders web seen when w

an emergence into a world
where my shiver had been timbered
where my barnacles had been bliste
and the pieces of eight pilfered
I took so long to walk the plank

I don’t feel a shred of sympathy
for your plight or your fallen gra
you have cutlery in hand and a mea
as you lick the vice from the edge
twisting and turning your brain to

I can’t stand the dunderhead
God knows I’ve tried
She deflates a good mood
She’s misery personified
All the effort and time

pale comfort
you drip from my eyes
sweat from my nightmares
cradle me in dark fire
appeasing the shivers