Do your insides burn in the way that mine do
Totally lost in the familiar that suits you
Does your mind scream, this isn't enough
while your heart sinks in a comfortable rut
Do you strive to find the drive to change
but striving is hard and so remain the same

I haven't written in a long time
What thoughts were lost in fleeing time
What's passed is past
and no longer mine
I haven't written in too long a time

White wine wets lips
kicking at the corners
as a smirk begins to form

Her lips part
forming words
Such sweetness he's never heard

Truthful bliss
or wistful wisps
He gathers them gently in

The fighter stands
fists raised and mind willing
Steady gaze and instinct for killing
The opponent matches his violent mood

The two square off
Feet shift and pulses thumping
Clenched jaws await bells sharp ringing
The crowd craves their blood like food

The pair contend
Pure focus and adrenal pumping
Bodies strained and energy sapping
The cameras capture every move

The balance sways
Sweat pours and blood is flowing
Tired arms follow ceaseless drilling
The canvas conserves every drop

Ding ding ding!
And the fight is done
Judges calling who has won
The two embrace
They're brothers now
Before respect their hatred bows

The crowd moves out
Mimicked throws and opinions flowing
Egos swell in glory reflecting
The respect is lost on those that pose

The wordsmith sits
without stirring he searches
Red wine lapping against his barriers
Waiting for inspirarion to accept invitation.

No distraction
give a reaction
You've got to be on board

No denial
self reprisal
You've got see the score

We've all been there
top of the pile
with a long way to fall

Claw your way back
Be the master
Never forget that fall

It's a shadow
Heavy looming
Failure clouds it all

No distraction
You are the action
You've go to keep on board

Island stone
standing strong
Strength and calm
siren song
Winds and storms
raging sea
You sit unscathed and call to me

Shores so quiet
still serene
hold no secrets
yet unseen
Cool breeze
rolling sea
I know you well as you hold me

Island stone
standing still
Changes passing
ocean swell
Far shores
foreign sights
Distant seas
soaring heights
Not yours to see
nor mine maybe

Island stone
Apathy