Oh the sorry questions
bombarding my brain
was all this real, perhaps a dream
or just some silly game?

Normally I let these things
go past me, slide on by
expressing air of nonchalance
but you have crept inside.

This could be something simple
again my thoughts, they run amuck
but this sarcophagus of silence is
a hearty bowl of what the ****.

Don't judge my outer shell
Don't judge the marks or scars on my skin
Don't judge the look in my eyes as you spit the words of sin
Don't sear your judgements in my brain
Yeah ok, you think I'm insane
I hope you know that this inner pain does it
The pain you cause and from many others
So don't judge the tears that stream down my face
Sad angels cry the most
An angel as sad as I deserves to let these tears fall
So don't judge my outer shell
Don't judge it at all
Don't say I'm mental and insane
You don't know what has happened to me or what I've been through
So don't judge my outer shell
Till you've looked within me
Maybe then you'd see why I'm like this
Maybe then this will shatter your killing spree

It was tumble day,
Everyone derailed from the pathway,
Compassion crackdown
Candor breakdown,
Sharpen weapon dance around,
Blaze with blood swell and hound,
Everyone tight-lipped, morose and
buried in the ground!

Everyone break up,
Neighbor lash out on neighbor's face  
Slug of identity
build the way to kindness crackdown!
Here, instead of human
Only the crows are crawling around!

I am safe here
believe it or not I like it here
even if its too dark to see
that just means the others cant see me

occasionally i forget about the light
how pretty it can be
sometimes i want to take it out and play with it
enjoy its warmth and happiness

the truth is
the light is harmful
it will expose you and make you weak
its safe here in the dark

Just been out in my garden for a cigarette
Stood there facing east
Two stately oaks stand over there
Sillouted against a rain filled lead grey sky
Behind me the westering sun sets
Throwing its last dying rays
To fall against those stately trees
Green they stand there
Ever changing minute by minute
Lime green to olive,  to almost black
So many differing shades of green
How can any human stand there
And not see the beauty in those trees?
They started life as such small insignificant things
More than eighty years ago
But look now upon the statuesque beauty standing there
Eighty years standing against all that nature threw
Those mighty ever changing royal oaks