There's still a part of you that lingers in me; a myth I haunt  and the ghost of every story I make.  

The traces of my brokenness
are the lure of lullabies
As I am chasing shadows on the crowd
they're coming after you under the moonlight.

What was the best thing for being a sunshine if you are a star that night can only have?

Here is just another thought
Going down the stream,
Just another thought.

Leaking from a tap
With the label "purity"
Just another trap

　　The obsessive mind gullibly bites the lure,
　　Obscured by clouds connections,
　　Concealing the large picture.

　　　　How every blast creates a reaction!
　　　　Panic attacks to draw the attention.
　　　　Where’s the crack in the grand ****’s wall,
　　　　So we can strike down the reservoir?

Diverting the river that must belong to all
Before our eyes - wider worlds shrinking small;
Cradled by the uniformity of lies that appease,
Those grazing in the dunes still tarry at ease.

It’s no wonder!

Insecurity has grown into a most lucrative market
As danger becomes the currency on which to place the bet;
Release the flow from the control that profits hold fast,
Question the junk food that's become the pasture of our mass.

　　Continuous diversions
　　Feeding everyone’s greed
　　Fulfilling false concerns -
　　So easily believed!

　　　　How every blast creates a reaction!
　　　　Panic attacks to draw the attention.
　　　　Will the facts in knowledge’s downfall
　　　　Let us unshackle the repertoire?

Lure me in
With a melody of trust
But bury me deep
Under the dust
Hold out your heart
But tear mine apart
Leave me alone
After the love you have shown

most nights
you decant into my head wounds
you suggest my makeup
orchestrate my being
and sometimes
for fun
prank me with ridiculous ideas
that inspire some absurd social pratfall

lure

you make me warm and sure of myself
struck and sense numbed
but
floss in the memory

tide

i am a Diving Suit
but in misuse
i am a suit
the pressure
the deep ocean
filled from the inside
cold
darkness
and nutrients  
but
i am filled from the inside

pipette
you tap drops
into special valves
along the sides of the aquarium helmet
you decorate my inner-scape
with harvesting monsters
and phosphorescence
you deteriorate the textile of my sadness
a thorough jettison

lull

via your Vegas
your adolescence
i follow your string of lights
deep sea
skiving mortality
embracing your malady
with no ill effects ?
sink deeper still
i am leadened
to your charge
and plumb to your will
deeper

You're my perception,
a hallucination
and I'm a lewd subconscious
the subconscious in which lurks our infatuation.
You're like death
the death that lures me in,
the death that gives me hope.

inured to God's sexuality,
it brings forth the pleasure of humanity,
whiff of pristine philosophy,
church tears roar the frail allure,
the gift of power planted inside my inner dreams.