i am a tiger disguised as a house cat -
stretching my lithe body against the rays of the sun,
beckoning the naive to stroke my snow white coat.

i am a hornet with the visage of a butterfly -
spreading my wings in a flurry of scarlet,
blinding the pure in my dazzling flight.

i am a wolf wrapped tightly in sheep's clothing -
silently and peacefully at rest,
inviting the blessed to gather me in their arms.

i am a siren of old -
calling the innocent to me with a whispered song,
waiting for the **** with a shining smile.

i harbor no regrets.
i am fiery hell with an angel's face.

I remember the sound of Your voice

When You first called out through the storm

To rescue me.

In that moment,

That glorious moment

Of calm surrender and the fall into

Your arms,

Was the moment I first found Love.

I hear in my head
voices calling my name
Some of them are familiar
But they all say the same
I could plead that I'm insane
but all the same
I hear in my head
voices calling my name
Because I secretly want to be noticed
by nobody and everybody
all at once.

So what if I do fall, and you choose to be taken with me;
Would I not, with every care, place a cigarette
Between your lips?

Why, I hardly recognise you.

There is a camera in the first drawer
On the right side of the bedroom
As soon as you enter the door,

But, of course,

Let's wait until, amongst our
Nicotine pleasures,
We find the right kind of laugh;
It is a matter of perspective -- do you
See, if I put it to you like that?

It is by laughter
That I would rather be remembered.
Such maudlin things as falls are better
Left far, far alone.

I lay awake at night
and think of nightmares
and these nightmares
are my lullaby

Then I fall asleep
and have real nightmares
about waking up
and being in reality

When I wake
I daydream of the evils
that sing me to sleep
and my reality is the nightmare I dreamt about last night

I make my bed
and as I lay in it
my nightmares begin
to serenade me again.

Why aren’t your eyes--- there?
In two places--- where water should be?
Moldy residue--- absence of vision, tears
From those bullet holes--- you ought to see--- your own ambivalence
Fall down my cheek
Terrifying--- Me, with nothing for both us
Automaton, my weakness
Intellect, disease
You’re my body
Cage
You're my spirit
Doubt
Justice and horror--- within, without

So many ideas you have conceived
Either at work or leisure,
But you have not perceived, the idea of me.
I am the idea, unconceived, the idea of anti reason,
Upheaval-tumaltuous and juxtaposition.

I will break the old piece by piece
and create the new step by step, bit by bit.
i will stop the working of the logic and the reason,
with all the justification.