Words are broken like a poem edited
Not by the song
or as it writes
but by others who hear
a very
very
different sort of rumble.

How does one fix this?

What shall we do with the
music
no longer there.

Simply. Endless.
A vastness of Not stretched over a tattered canvas
How do you not reach forward to touch?

Are you grey in this swelling of never?

Head down weeping
only the beginning will call

Here a tale for your soul.

In bright red candy coated frailty
sailing forward
into a curving infinity
with
     every
          throbbing
                  flap...

Holding a vivid line on eternity
hurtling skyward
behind a box of humanity
make
      every
             heartbeat
                        stop.

Again.

There are people in the windows
chickens in the hegde rows
the music hits a beat that you
just can't walk away from.

Oh, oh don't you know
I'm screaming like a banshee
you're thinking Baby can we?
Oh oh won't you go

Where are all my dreams & Angels
glimmer like this web before it tangles
the dog sprained his fucking elbow
That will teach me don't you think?

Oh, oh don't you know
You're strapped to the max
I'm asking Baby can we?
Oh oh won't you go

Something witty... ya Right.

There is a song I like to sing when I am all alone,
It has no words.

As I sing,
My mind takes flight.

The melody is rare-aly my own.
N' This is how it goes.
On & on,

I'll sing all day and,
nights are spent alone.
I'll try to make myself better,
and someday,
I'll be known.

Do you know the song I sing?

Do you sing along?

When the darkness falls above;
I hear an echoing throng.

There is nothing, I'd like more than someone by my side,
No matter,
what I've tried my love has always died.

Do I do it wrong or right?
Was it all along?

If you keep me by your side,
I will run and hide?

Well I was on a roll again then my son burst out,
no matter what I'm thinking of-he chases it about.

Maybe,
I should think no more
Take it day by day.

When I think I'm doing good
I'm about to fall-
but who cares about that,
That is what I ask?

I can't have it all.
Just lil bits,
and widbitchets,

They mean nothing at all.

I've tried to base myself in you,
You wont be my friend.

Can we go?
Can we stay?

I don't know at all.

Words they come,
when paper touches pen...