Fatherless child,
Childless heart,
Childish mind,
Hopeless start,
Love is sore,
A Frightened chance,
Children at war,
Where hearts should dance **

I’m dying to live,
But how?
I don’t even know what life is!
My idea of it made me worthless.

Thinking is a sandstorm!
Devouring all meaning.
Yet Sometimes,
In a brief moment,
I think
that I’m happy,
But
Happiness,
is a feeling,
not
a thought.

So I ask myself,
Do I really want to live?

If so,
then first
Maybe
I should find the courage,
    to let myself die **

You found me washed up,
I’d fallen at sea,
Searching for an island,
I’d dreamt into being-
I was sure it was safe from all harm.

Half alive,
you dragged me up and into the dunes,
Began to resuscitate me,
with nothing else, but the sureness in your eyes.
My heart danced,
Yet my head stood still.

We tangled our threads,
I held your throat, with electric hands,
Wrapped up in our own special place,
You were my fire in the rain.

And as the fires roared,
Love soared,
So I jumped from my own skin,
With fear In my hands,
Strangled my self to death
Put myself out,  
trampling upon the embers of us,

      With the same old boots i had worn before   you saved my life x x

A Face without eyes,
A slow dance to a song without notes.
I’m Floating in space,
My love howls into silence
No smiles to be found down slippery slopes.

Oceans of sin,
I swim and i swim,
For fear of what lurks on the land.
Hold my hand in the dark,
We can live with one another,
as the storm fiercely greets golden sands.

Sideways, i smile at the moon in the night,
Its glare looms over my heart,
A bird with clipped wings falls cold on bleak wind,
And plummets..
right back to the start x x

Was it youth that was lost?

       Or just the body got older

  As this child is still running riot!

I think that I thought forever was forever?
Seems you already knew,
that forevers happen never,  
I wish I could have read your mind x

Street lights hang,
Pavements patter,
Old whisky bars,
go ***** your chatter.
Life Story’s thrown around like bags of old noise,
in love with these strangers,
Where Men become boys.
Cash,
splashed,
Noses,
dashed,
Kicked down Dopamine doors,
Cigarettes curling the words on your breath,
Ignoring the morning,
The city is yours x