Past days of death
til nights of life
these shadowed corners
ease our strife
colored lights
and pounding beat
people moving
on their feet
people swaying
band is playing
cloying smoke
in pumping lungs
so here we live dying
forever young

colors swirl and twist and
twirl.
' Now step through the looking glass
and into a parallel world.'
A man lies in wait
with a pipe and measured gait,
in a suit made from despair;
milky skin and
sightless seeing eyes
and a plait of ebony hair.
His eyes have seen the fall
of everyone and every all.
He beckons you in with a finger
and blows rings of smoke in your face.
' I really shouldn't linger',
but alas, it is already too late.
You follow him in,
and he walks with great care.
Oh God forbid he give you a scare.
You find yourself at a table
and he on the opposite side.
' Sit down, sit down,' he says,
' with me you can confide,'
' Sit down, sit down,' he says,
' There's really no reason to hide.'
And yes, you think;
there is no reason to hide.
Yes, true, you think;
in he you can confide.
' There is no rush,
please take your time.'
he says with pleading eyes.
Yes, true, you think;
he must know best,
he's very old and wise.
' What is it you need?' you ask
' For I, most certainly,
am up for the task.'
' Please pick a card,
here from my hand.'
his smile wide and grand.
You slip one out
and there comes the doubt.
' Ah, yes,' he says
'the thirteenth trump,
the end of life,
and cease of your strife.'
Doubt starts to bloom
with every inhaled plume;
surely it simply
could not be the fumes?
' Oh no, I cannot stay;
I must be on my way!'
But your plea goes to eyes that implore,
' You must go now, you say?
But, oh, whatever for?'
His mouth forms an 'O'
and he breathes a ring of smoke,
then suddenly you start to choke.
The room is spinning,
there is no door.
But where is the ceiling
and where is the floor?
And then
there is only black anymore.
His voice invades a starless night,
his eager face the only light.
' Oh, hurry now,
'n please make haste.
Your time has come,
with none to waste.'

There once was a girl made from fire

Who danced to clouds
and
Then
She danced higher

She spun to the beat
Of her heart made from heat
And she danced away
All night and all day
And she never once did
***** out the flame.
                        She was burning from

You whip me around
And you turn me on a friend
Because I wouldn’t turn against you.
How do we find the balance
Of knowing everything
About each other
When everything you tell me
Only serves to destroy me.
Tear me apart
Inch by inch.
And taking something indifferent
And making it matter
Making it ugly, distorted
And so that I am torn in two.
One half under your watchful eye
And the other long dead, lost in
Collateral damage.
Of playing the guilt,
And when I try and fix it,
Deny my apologies.
And make me beg forgiveness.
You call me out
On your sins
Because you cannot deal with them.
And do not see that I am treating like for like;
You know this forbidden territory
Better than I do,
And I wander lost, until you seek me out and catch me
Because you have trespassed many times before
On the territory
That you find me on
And hunt me down
Just to put a bullet in my chest
And then tell me
To say I am sorry for not stepping out of the way.
And when I do
You invite me
To tea
               But in the end, what you don't know

will only destroy you
              
                  Because I will not go quietly…

And I am not your puppet like you think.