“and with stark realization I notice faithful and free, that you’re indeed edison and the elephant in the mirror is… two black headlamps
slow rotations the stars shine a bright ricochet, the glitter-ball moon hangs the night a crisp navy blue, our eyes hold a short embrace
I’ve studied your forms your ideals and mystique, your weapon and sets your trips and traps, the economy of movement
it was less than heavy the smell was more subtle than str… an ethereal or angelic waft though my nose is often wrong, but I recall it so vividly
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
money is now your god and it demands money as praise your humanity is mutating you create your own malaise wealth is your prison
A rattling door handle from accros… Rouses me from nightmares grey That poor woman is at it again Her ocd, her magic number is 8 Oh here she goes again
I didn’t want to feel that stabbin… that knee falling drag that suffocating wilt of isolation that wan face obscuring the door h… words of few need not a rehearsal
before dead eyes i saw you in my room – dark and dim – cold, you were a fuzzy frail outline around an old photo frame, you stood perplexed– frozen
to your cupboard and above this ta… where raw shapes made a satanic bl… two strangers conjoined in a labou… the iron and silk of monotony pret… you hitch your dress for a parade…
you were something kind of special I stood quietly in your shadow in the hope of learning skills but girls didn’t want me they want… I’d watch and wait for a formula
this dark dug out hollow where the loyalties of men are hon… says more with an empty gesture than is ever said out loud, they want your blood and tears
solitude why do you hurt me so when all I ever wanted was a slice of your quiet I’m saturated
You wove this cloak of misery for… it’s a haunting envelop that holds… I can feel the rods you’ve stuck i… just a puppet, am I less than aliv… And if I could die and give you a…
A pep talk to the masses A chat to ease high spirits back i… The northern drawl as sickly as mo… A lemon sucked grin upon his face “The world is ours, if we choose t…