Imbued by the fountain of elixir
where beauty beacons and lease
giving life and half full joy
old schools, some new fews
bring all the passing tales
Lest we forget the life we tell
Lest we regret the love that fell

Infused in the condensed vapours
eased into the trodden thoughts
never to reoffend the lessons
and their glowing seasons
those that burn right deep inside
Lest we forget the life we tell
Lest we regret the love that fell

Men of all sorts leave truths aside
beside the chances they promise
takes and tales of hidden tastes
Pastes of fading secrets secreted
In croons and hooks of all dares
Lest we forget the life we tell
Lest we regret the love that fell

Never can the time grow old
neither the beating heart faint
nor the raving rain can hide
in a ride so serene and restorative
in a thousand known records
Lest we forget the life we tell
Lest we regret the love that fell

My heart is closed and latched
It's never broody neither dreamy
Some days I know it will never
smell the roses of lust and love
or bury under the feisty seas

When the sun sets and its rays rest
stinging the core of my starry eyes
the visions of yesterday just poison
settling in an abyss of volcanic ash
the smell of another is a lost rhyme

When the moon bestows it's crown
time passes as a burning mad mass
counting all the lost years, one by one
falling effortlessly in scars of betrayal
and echoes of the gone skylines

I tried to find the words
some structure and form
but they rush in hush
meandering corridors
awaiting a sacrifice

No one ever knows here
so we arouse in robotic form
souls in distaste harbouring
meandering never wondering
as curiosity jumps off windows

I tried to find my heart
some love, fortune and laughter
but they rush in hush
pacing the lost destinies
awaiting a revision

Seasons come and goes, as rains perforates
Over the thunder and torrential
creeps
abounding a thousand miles and paths
variable stories of the lost in life and love

She found him until the old age struck
now she is lost in the dark gloomy rooms
enclosed in foreign memories and melodies
of when the lights faded and ceased

I found her clipping all stricken wings
footing the floating broken nest
uncontent to move from how it was
enclosed and supposedly destroyed

She sells true love and its mystery
Ohh how I never believe in fairlytales
Or go to the strange places where it hides
Is it true that love can be so special?

He leads me to dreamscapes of fairlytale
where he showers me at the rock of paradise
with brimful whispers of passion and lust

He is unforgettable in hues and form
though his picture is faded and erased
still we fly and kiss on eventful skies

He is unlovable and elusively curious
the way he comouflages on shaven grass
shielded and parallel in the tinge of a glow

He amuses the sand dunes as they gather
Yet it's him that speaketh like I does
The dearly one in fear of love and adventure

Strange birds roaming in grime
aligned to the ghosted tribes
sensualised in sensibility rites
transcribed to the ugly and pretty
in a petty embellished unheard world
of lathered tenders and searches
tamed and tanned, turned and timed
in invisible cracks of enstranged seams

Strange birds roaming in grime
on remnants of all there ever was
unloved in circus of undone pasts
transcribed to the ugly and pretty
evolved in an enlightenment trance
in hallways with all the little ghosts
Stroked and shocked, shamed and shunned
in invisible cracks of enstranged seams

Strange birds roaming in grime
on a heart where no love exists
lying tethered fields of the other side  
transcribed to the ugly and pretty
whilst perfectly creating a symphony
of all the beauty that lives and exists
wrapped and warped, wounded and wasted
in invisible cracks of enstranged seams

Strings sharpen the plane of my words
Psalms heaves as the knife cut my words
These blades shall never hurt me anymore
These blades are the weapon of the unsuffered

Once I locked the heart within a flame
Turns and meanders of the fearless and lame
These blades shall never hurt me anymore
These blades are the weapon of the unsuffered

Angels whispers of the undue fortunes
As tears billow in the depths of the tunes
These blades shall never hurt me anymore
These blades are the weapon of the unsuffered

The rhythm cuts me in halves under troughs
Diced under the authority of dragons
These blades shall never hurt me anymore
These blades are the weapon of the unsuffered

Here I am once again, overturned all latches
Words once again over unfaded skins
These blades shall never hurt me anymore
These blades are the weapon of the unsuffered