You know nothing of the world beyo… Yet temerity is your passion as yo… You judge me by a philosophy gaine… I don’t demand respect or need it… You treat me as a fool, my feeling…
How have I missed this I’d forgotten how beautiful you ar… And I’m caught in you gaze A lightening bolt to the eyeball A thrust of electric rain
Those shadows haunt you pearl handled pins prick, the darkest scum around your heart that petulant spot where demons wa… speckled light from a broken chand…
Fists, feet, elbows and finger tip… Swords, pole and all weapons known The warriors arsenal an affront to… Knees, insteps and heels eat the s… Calm violence an explosive dichoto…
the cobbled streets of my home tow… a childhood rained on by a salacio… this town was once a dickensian sn… not much changed from the seventie… now this place has lost its heart,…
no more skies their dreams cascade cold coffee and liberty inorganic ignorance
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…
this love dies freely and it dies… two broken cadavers can never hold… when meaning is a carried cross be… there’s none but filigree around t… your monster was created in semaph…
The world is a cruel place I hear… The sheer weight can make you sink As you walk along a sandy beach Going from one end and then back a… Carrying varying shapes along
We circumvent and pray for recompe… In the thick of where the lines bl… We eke out a rich mans fortune for… In the thick of where the lines bl… We are the joke and line of punch,…
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…
As a cloud, floating slow into my peripheral I espy, the glint of moonlight on a slated… as the cold gentle rain obscures i… This cloak of evening sarcasm dons
how could I have let this happen t… I’ve fallen into the trap I’ve la… I gave too much of my heart and mi… and got nothing of much in return… useless emotions that cloud my eye…
And I suppose its a lachrymose re… one where I’m on bended knee apolo… that funeral dirge still smarts my… from when the ground shook, though… And my head ached from your banshe…
What grips the air and the fabric… Slithers and twists its way from l… Its beacon crass and cursing bland Steady and static, faceless and st… Its course meandering its faith cu…
