you moulded me a wax heart and placed a wick through its core… and slowly and over time it burnt… but now it burns no more, its light has been extinguished
so... here’s the thing you flit word to word in the doorways shades and paralle… the absurd
my voice carries no weight its cadence flows though mute to a… I’m the invisible man, a wraith, a… inconsequential, insignificant unseen, transparent in the room
he juts and peers out across the d… crucified and hanging; his straw b… his world is a field where he is c… like a god, like a judge and jury… doom comes as a red hue turns to b…
recoiled from a verbal picnic acid tongue fatigue sets in gestures replace utterance easier to mouth words unsaid
This feeling I have is of complet… This is hopelessness coupled with… A wave of abject misery, falling How can I wish I wasn’t here This feeling I have of despicable…
you doubt your skills your magic causes burns electric verse parades a glee self assurance has faltered thee you doubt your talent
take a walk with me past these flowers on show and I will let you in I will let you love me past the gate to that place
I etched my name upon the gatepost at the front of your house, your mother said I was from the ch… and could only fight my way into s… I was from working and you from mi…
This morning is a water well I’m… My finger nails are scraping and b… These tubular walls a prison, a nu… From where rays won’t sift or sit Cold and ambiguous, the strength…
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…
What does it know as it caws and l… Blocks my path looking back Does it see my life and its slips… And witness indiscretion pull trai… Its eyes eclipsed like marbles rol…
one step in front of the other one smile and keep the flow, never let them see you’re struggli… being owned by the under tow, if you ask for help make sure you…
gone are the days of conversation erudite chats of things that confu… spanners thrown into confabulation tirades minus words just bemuse its a sad sorry state of affairs
you lived out your gangster fantas… through association rather than ab… you mingled with the bigger fish and your small crew grew and thriv… making money hand over fist