Sunshine comes in,
jump on the masters bed.
They push me off disgruntled,
I wince off to my end.
I sit on their paws,
while he shakes the grey sheet up.
And she opens her box,
while sipping her white cup.
He mumbles and she whines
while I look with depth,
I try to get attention
but back to bed I get sent.
Why are these humans so...
angry and confused?
I do exactly what they say,
yet my yelps seem refused.
Then with a groan,
I seem to be handed a toy.
But I'm not a pet mum and dad,
I'm your baby boy.

The darker it becomes
the more you open your eyes
only to see what you knew fade away.
Yet when there was light
you forced with all your might
to see nothing at all.

Demon tree,
Don't you dare sway for me.
Your frozen seed, the cold you bleed,
Will only produce
Catastrophe.

Demon tree,
Don't you sigh for me.
A robin's song, rays so warm.
Will never penetrate
A lead canopy.

Demon tree,
Why must you wait for me?
Trunk so mute, leaves destitute.
Must I climb you
To be free?

The beginning of the end,
my dearest friend,
how can I explain
that which I cannot comprehend?

These sensations calling themselves out,
Sight, sound, smell, taste, touch.
They all conspire against me,
to make me want too much.

All the while I lay in darkness
painting a coat of dream upon dream,
I cry and scream against myself,
searching for a light at the seam.

Its all a reflection, a mirage
the flickering of lights so blue,
but the closer I bring my hands
I lose the space between me and you.

We are all but an extended reaction
No raw meaning, just sign upon sign.
And our drawings we desperately analyze,
circles we call space and lines we call time.

I object to the objective,
I am desperately trying to see
How to be blind of sight,
and become reality.

Come the time,
Come the time,
It all makes sense
In that finite line.

Is it really that tomorrow never comes,
when have you last experienced today?
we are living in a historical prediction,
one with constant revision,
and relatively blunt precision.

If you choose to discard all that which you have marred,
smudge with thumb into a softer shade,
standing back and admire your piece,
knowing such things helps men die in peace.
ahhh that final fade…
Come the time,
Come the time,
It all made sense,
All is me that is mine.

The temptation to desire,
the desire to abstain.
Fuelling all that burns,
I Must win the game!

Goes the time,
Goes the time
All I made is cents.

All that I have, eats me now.
wraps its lustful tongue
around my dusty neck
living out the rest in goodwill.
Now is the time,
Now is the time,

Now is time!
Now is time!

STOP

As the stars creep out from the vast black ink,
your name I see written in a language with no words
and when it is time, for the light to swallow and drain

O that horrible bright masks all with blue and white.
your name remains, faint, and in most views gone
but my love shines a darkness, creating
my own night sky.

Your silent name will forever speak in my soul.
Even when all seems to be gone.
in the brightest of days, I will still see the stars
that forever sleep and wait for you.

Left, right, left, right.
Darting from track to track.
They wind and intertwine,
join and turn back.
Around and around,
tiresome and lost.
Following false signs.
Creating, illuminating,
ignoring and disintegrating,
never ending cycle of
thought.

.. silence..

An Opening - a Clearance
Death? Disappearance?
No, just the sweet caress
of sleep.

eyes as eyes.
  hands as hands
touch so dry
  evidently bland
lips as simple
  as your reflection
obvious and transparent
  strenous affection
good as bad
  bad as worse
sweet as sour
  love as curse
walk away my dear
  while you still can
I'm the hourglass
  You're but a
grain of sand...

You come and you go
like a temperamental tide.
A slightest change in wind
you quickly retire.

Back within your darkness,
the stillness and the cold.
All for what reason?
A freedom so called?

As you pull back into your distance
I'm left to stand knee deep.
My dress dancing upon the surface
of the water you keep.

My arms drop to my sides
and my hair sticks to my lips.
The ones that you deserted,
the ones you could have kissed.

I don't cry for you.
I don’t bother to wave.
I was your choice to run
It was mine to stay.

As the moonlight draws my face
upon the black canvas of your night.
I stare in total awe.
In surrender.
You will not find me later.
In case you feel you were wrong.
For the same tides that saved you,
will wash my footprints gone.