(2013)
Sometimes we go along with things because we don't understand we have options
A devoted heart knows only light As it bathes in swathes of uncerta… Love and sanctuary its peace Without jealousy or absurdity The jewel of love without conditio…
you’ll always be the last to know things of real and true value if you persist on throwing punches at perceived awkward questions you’ll be haunted by past mistakes
like a ghost I roam this town this lithographic world that rest’… an etched name upon a vague signpo… dun fate that sings to a firing sq… it makes no precise difference
by tomorrow i’ll forgive as the st… a natural journey so often i endur… when a war that was won with a hit… and a promissory adventure did lur… learning a lesson as wealth weeps…
some people need to be wanted while others want to be needed most of the time signs are read other times they go unheeded count their pain on your fingers
And here we are at the day The smell of daylights decay, fres… Soon darkness will reign king and… And stars court jesters, inlaid, u… A torch lit beam of moonlights car…
a bouncing rubber man in mid air the drop explodes his world feels like a trampoline with the leap of a smiling toad a jugglers apprentice of pottery
lurid, it shanks the body of my re… overpowering the apathy it breathe… verve is gone, steps creak heavy, erstwhile lovers hang a foul effig… walls covered with the rage of sil…
manipulate my elastic bones betwixt your fingers if you dare they wont break they just bend and spring right back wring them out if you wish
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…
as time drifts it soars past years without pace, the meaning falls behind and confusion has drained me dry, I close my eyes and listen
through your bedroom window on the grounds outside your dorm was a tiny lake in a circle of tre… that caught moonlight and eerie fo… hours spent high as floating kites
i see your face and I hear your wo… but you’re not like us its a disgu… a cloak that somehow i see through where others fall tripping on your… like weeds between flowers growing
a stride of wide swagger and a gold tipped tongue, he’s the human slice of bread mopping up whats already done, he’ll walk for the shortest yard
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