As I walk through the city, surrounded by concrete, inhaling polluted air
I hear pneumatic drills and sirens, they are violence to the ear
I see people full of stress, scurrying rat-like along dirt-stained paths
I smell fast food and decay, my senses dulled by this toxic smog
The chaos suffocates, oppresses and burdens my breath
I think this is it.
This is us.
This is what we are.

The sky is pink silk
Candy floss clouds for angels
Feathers for stained eyes

The people we lose to the darkness
Are taken by the hands of loneliness.

A rainbow is formed
By scattered sunlight in rain
Beauty from teardrops.

If I think that I know, I stop asking questions.
If I stop asking questions I stop learning.
If I stop learning, I stand still.
If I stand still, I die.

We drain our resources
Our parasitic consumption
Vampirism of everything
Scarring the skin of a planet
Tiny gluttonous apes
In the comfort of false prophets
And of an emperor’s clothes
Painting the brushstrokes of hell
Upon the face of the Earth.

On sunny days, I love where I live.
The sky is a pink sea, I want to swim in it.
The clouds are fluffy soft pillows, I want to sink into them.
The trees are vibrant, the air is fresh and tastes of life.
The silence of the street is broken by the comforting sound of birdsong and distant conversation,
And music drifting through the crack of a neighbours window.
On sunny days, my home is peace.

Man is the spider and the fly,
Caught in a world wide web.
Human nature is a toxic rain,
Filling invisible clouds with data.
One day we will eat each other,
As we drink our poisoned air.

Maybe we will laugh together
Maybe we will cry
Maybe we will live forever
Maybe we will die

Invisible is how I feel
I know I'm here but I'm not real
Tomorrow I could dissappear
Maybe I was never here

A million versions of myself
Pennies in a wishing well
Forever lost to history
The dreams that died like memories

The loves I've had, the loves I've lost
Melt away like the frost
The sun will fall from the sky
The stars will  shine, before they die

Dreams are dreams within a dream Nothing here is what it seems
We call illusions reality
We sell ourselves a fantasy

Maybe we will laugh together
Maybe we will cry
Maybe we will live forever
Maybe we will die

I saw a ******* the tube
I imagined we would get along
She would sit down beside me
And tell me her favourite song
And from that moment on
We would talk everyday
As if there had never been a moment
When we had not known each other
But the train came to a stop
She walked through the sliding doors
I went back to my paper
And read about the news.

Started off as dust,
The ruin of a dead star
Toxic rain, then life.

On the clock there was a tick,
That never seemed to make it
It's desire was to stop,
But it was captive to the tock.
So, the tick kept spinning round,
Irriated by its own sound,
It had pleaded for release,
But time is hungry like a beast.
The tick will never find an end,
It will consume you and you're friends,
It will keep on running with the tock
Because it is time, or it is not.

Life is sometimes good
Life is sometimes bad
All that anyone can do
Is make the best of that.

You may feel as if you are the weight of dust,
You are much more than you think,
The words you say,
The actions you take,
Will make a difference,
In a way you will never know.

If you become too lost in your own thinking,
You will forget to take part in living.

The weight of life is heavy on my shoulder
My memory of youth is sad now I am older
I am closer to the moon than I am to the sun
And the things I regret are the things I haven't done

In the mirror I see a face that I don't recognise
I see the fading of the light and the story in the eyes
Is one of chances lost and forever they are gone
And the only thing that's left is the sadness of a song

The voices that I hear, they take away my breath
I gave my life to fear and now I'm bored to death
I am closer to the end but I never made a start
And the lesson I have learned is tearing me apart

We only get one chance, this is our only shot
When all is said and done, all will be forgot
When you let it slip away, it is forever gone
And the only thing that's left is the sadness of a song

No matter how hard you try
No matter the path you choose
A certain course you will not find,
Through the uncertain maze of life
You will rarely end up where you plan
You will be bruised and knocked off track
You will walk unguided along blind alleyways
And come to fear that you are lost.
Somehow though, the wrong roads
That drain the heart of hope
The winding paths that seem to end
In failures that feel as final as death
They are the teacher to a man
The lesson that he must learn
Those twists that seem to have no sense
They are what make us in the end.

Every step forward,
Is a step closer to death,
So we walk backwards,
And live in the past.

I wanted to write books
But the words wouldn't come
So I put down my pen to sleep
I wanted to say something
But whatever I said
Had been said long before me
I wanted life to be fun
But I lost track of time
As money became the key
I wanted to find love
I thought that I would
But that hasn't worked out for me.

Jesus is coming
When he gets here, wake me up
I will get my phone.

Some people love themselves too much
Some people don't love themselves enough
Some people, they hate waking up
I can't sleep, my dreams are rough

Some people look up to the sky
To keep themselves from feeling blind
Other People, look straight ahead
And face the fact that when your dead

The chances are there's nothing there
We return to dust, we float like air
For all of us, this is our fight
How can we live, before we die.

A see through girl looked up at the stars
Lost for a second and the sound of the cars
Faded from her mind like the boy who didn't call
For just one second the city felt small

She thought of the love that came from the dust
That fell from the sky and the clouds up above
She thought of this rock that we have to call home
That spins in the black as we all die alone

She  thought of chances lost when love had broke her heart
Of the rivers running dry and the ones that never start
She thought of the wind blowing through her air
Of the pink lights in the clouds that shine when she's not there

And her dreams of love
They were dreams and they were nothing more
Those sad dreams of love
They were never worth crying for.

The skies are full of woe
I see thunder down that road
Baby let me go
I can't leave you on my own

The clouds are dark and grey
I think I'm falling like the rain
I am on my knees
I'm begging baby set me free

Everytime I look into your eyes
I lose myself, I know that love is blind

Maybe baby, I'm just crazy
Maybe I love you so
Maybe baby, I'm so crazy
I don't even know
If I love you so

The stars they fade away
The light will die, just like the day
Baby, give me peace
You give me something I don't need

The nights they never end
I can't sleep so I pretend
You were made for me
That loving you was meant to be

Everytime I look into your eyes
I lose myself, I know that love is blind

Maybe baby, I'm just crazy
Maybe I love you so
Maybe baby, I'm so crazy
I don't even know
If I love you so

A pessimistic man with a cynical streak,
Who wishes he did not care,
A wearied soul with no reason to hope,
Who still hopes there's something there,
Because in spite of it all, the trouble and strife,
The never-ending cycle of woe,
There is beauty in the struggle of life,
And the future that none of us know.

Self healing isn’t about getting placing blame on others
It is about not placing the blame on yourself.

I am a writer who does not write
I am a poet who does not rhyme
I am a painter who does not paint
I am an illusion in a moment of time

I am a counsellor but I am unwell
I am love but I am alone
I am a dreamer who does not dream
I am me but I don’t know myself

I am a philosopher who does not think
I am a politician who does not speak
I am kind but I forget to be nice
I am a pen without any ink.

This is the man I want to be.
A man who walks through the storm, with his head held high, his shoulders back and his chest out.
He is strong, courageous, full of fight and purpose, so certain is he of reaching the distant sunlight  he sees breaking through the violent dark clouds.
He feels the kinetic force of the wild wind, the icy chill of the bullet rain slashing his skin and their weight push him back.
It is a blow that would **** the life from many mens heart but It does not break his will, he finds a meaning in the struggle that emboldens it.
He keeps his back straight, his pace steady and puts one foot in front of the other because he knows that each step takes him closer to the warmth of a brighter day.
This is the man I want to be.