Mommy
Yes baby
Could you
Tell that man in America
To give me back my legs
Could you tell him
Whatever i did
I'm sorry
I promise
Never to do it again
Sob

Afraid to sleep
to disturb the dream
that when I awake
you'll be gone
just the smell of your breath
lingering
on my pillow
Of Sorrow

It is said
Your Only as Wise
As Your Wilful Ignorance
Allows You To Be

A Spartacus is needed
within the American system
to show the Romans
in Washington
that all roads
should lead to freedom

At what level
do we vibrate
in our
psychological state
what feelings
do we create
to cover our mistakes
that we ignorantly made
to calm
our shallow thoughts
that scream in rage
every time
we try
to turn
A new page

It is
the art
within your soul
that defines
your state of mind
when you acquire
the art
of an open mind

When I Look through These bars
Of your design
When I feel sun
Through the window blinds
When I smell fresh air
When you open the door
I bow my head
And Cry
A little more

Light
has no meaning
when it only shines
in the dark

Could you relax
to the fact
that cannot be
denied
that the life you feel
is the one
that you hide

When you are happy
With someone
That you care for
Does it really matter
What hangs above
Or below

To climb
Into my bed
You must first
Climb
Into my head

It is not the colour
of the skin
that you live in
or even where
you are born
it is
the colour
of your thoughts
that define
your state of mind
in a world
where thoughts
are becoming
colour blind

How much longer
do i stand
at the crossroads
of future plans
within the shadow
of this skeletal tree
waiting
for someone
like me

When you summon evil
it is not
the devil you get
but the dark side of humanity
and if you succeed
you will wish it was the devil
you released

When self delusion
is stripped
from your bones
who are you

You let them in
You opened your Door Wide
Because what they say
How they say it
The moves That they make
That Convince You They are Friends
As they Slowly **** you Dry
Of Everything That is You
In Your Desperate need
To have Friends
And Now You pay the Price
Always thinking about Their Wellbeing
As yours
Slowly Decays

Life they say
is just a roll of the dice
which depends on fate
that listens
to every word
you don't say

Is it you
that dreams
of being conscious
while conscious
has a dream
of being you

Hope
like any other
psychological drug
taken
when it should not be used
brings a thin skin of happiness
that you assume
runs deep
as despair
claws its way up
from your abyss
to lay claim
to the hope
that you wished

Deep in your head
you know
this well of dreams
is dry

When logic
doesn't understand
reason
feelings
do not exist

It is
the skeletal hand
of your conscious
that rests
upon your shoulder
explaining
to the mask
that you wear
it is time
to cross
your border

Are you missing
a firewall
that line of defence
that warns you
of the psychological intent
of the Trojan
that wants
To be your friend

To annualize
what you vocalize
you must first
socialize
with what you think

If you wish
to satisfy a need
that cannot speak
first you must
understand
what it thinks

Why should you
feel
so embarrassed
when other people
can see
that you
do not fit
into the shape
that they
in their ignorance
believe
you should be

We are given
fool's gold
and like moths
to the flame
we fly

Hope is like
a flash in a pan
looks pretty
feels warm
but not for long

Psychology
is nothing
but a flawed prophecy
of what you might do
depending on your mood

When your friends
do not become
your family
then they are not
your friends

Do you feel
comfortable
within these walls
where you sit
do you feel
satisfied
when you look through
these *****
cracked windows
of your life
gazing
at all the hopes and promises
that you faithfully made
to the reflection
that still patiently waits
for the day you complete
the things
that you say

It is not you
Seeing them
From the corner
Of your eyes
It is them
Seeing you
From theirs

Some people Say
Unconsciously
To them self's
I can only Grow
In My
Self imposed  
Invironment  
In My
Wilfully Compressed  
Perceptions  
In the Scrub lands  
Of My  
Self Deceit  
Its the Only way I know  
Of Avoiding  
The Price  
The Psychological Pain
Of My Potential Growth  
Of Leaving  
All that I'm used to  
All that I've Ever known
Behind

You have down syndrome  
and downing street
guess where humanity
Sleeps

Are we not
all halfbreeds
from races unknown
the only species
that has survived
the troubles and strife
in centuries gone by
from a patchwork
of broken memories
and forbidden
archaeology
we will
grow

Are you happy
in how you're growing
within the body
that you see
in the reflection
of your perception
that brings you
to your knees
when the chemicals
and cutting
do nothing
but please
your broken belief
that only the outside
really exists

Why do you
Refuse
to see
it is not your hole
that sets you free
but what you feel
when you see
that the one that loves
actually believes
you are a beautiful
human being

Could somebody
please tell me
because
I find it hard
to understand
how is it
that people say
they work hard
for the future
of their child
yet leave the future
of their freedom
out on the cold
concrete streets
to be hunted
by the wall street wolfs
like sheep

What I am
is who I am            
and what I am
is ME

I'm
One of those People
That Pretend I'm convincing
My mind
To fully Commit While
My mind Remains Confused
For My mind
Doesn't Understand Pretend
For at the end of the day
People Say
There are Question's
That Must  be Asked
Who runs your body
Is it not Your brain
And who Runs your brain
Is it not Your Mind
And Who Runs your Mind
Is it Not You

One night
it will happen
i will
follow me
to see
where i go
when i sleep

It is not you
Becoming
Tired of Life
It is life
Becoming tired
of You

You assume
there are no gaps
in your thinking
you believe
you have a continues line
but when you are pushed
on your common sense thinking
you break down
and scream
like a child

Between the lines
of which you speak
betrays the one
who believed

Is it logical
to have feelings
with no meaning
to what you are thinking

The rich
may lose a little
but they will still
be rich
the poor
will lose nothing
for they will still
be poor
but for you
who call yourself
middle class
it shall be you
we will  meet
on the streets
and in the parks
with your cardboard blanket
looking for a place
that's warm
while your children
start over again
clawing back
all that you have lost
all because
you put your trust
into the ballot box
of hope

Morning grey
Is gonna be the day
When it all comes back to you

Some how
You've realised
What you're gotta do
You now don't believe
In Anything

That is said to you
Anymore

You gotta leave
You've gotta clean your head
Find your own
Point of view
IF you stay
Your gonna Pay
In way's you can't Conceive
THEY will say
Anything
For you
to stay
But the leash stays on
Until your in your grave
But lately
I found the one that saves me
I found the one that explains me
And after all
This time
Passing by
IT was on my wall

My eyes tell me
You look beautiful
But my mind
Insists
On knowing
What lays beneath
The chemicals
That are hanging on your skin

She never said
she could love
but she would stay
for a while
and in that time
when she bedded
your spine
your thoughts
did nothing
but whine

Are you not now
at the point of no return
where the things
that you wished for
now slowly burn
in a broken reflection
of a broken dream
that lay
forever buried
in thoughts
that continue to scream