I once had dreams, they wanted answers,

I once asked questions, I wanted answers,

For a logical mind I had to know why,

Answers were everything, I had to try.

　

Travel a paper trail in a digital world,

Some invisible trail in a fantasy world,

I saw people, all in a line,

I saw people, they all looked fine.




I was down so quick, I was down so far,

I was down too long, I was down too far.

There was almost exanquination,

There was little explanation.



Those long distance voices, voices of past,

Proved their worth, forever they last,

Ride to redemption,

Bittersweet race for one dog boss.



Thirty two days and most were a blur

Tube in my throat, dream people, soft edges,

Ran downhill, past lots of people, Benson wouldn’t let me back in,

They were real – in my dream.


I find it harder to swallow, easier to chew,

If Benson were here she’d know what to do.

I find it harder to choose, easier to see,

If Benson were here she’d know you from me.


I find it harder to write, easier to cry,

If Benson were here she’d know why,

Ride to redemption,

Bittersweet race for my lost soul.

By the slightest margin we cheat death
But if we fall beneath
What shall we find ?
People of our kind ?
Answer no, souls in forms we haven’t seen
Coming from places where we haven’t been
Doing things we haven’t done
Having things we call fun.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to die
I prefer to live, even if it is a lie
But when the time comes I’ll be prepared
To stand and see how I’ve faired
Whilst living, to assess my place
For eternity, wrapped in immortal grace.

Why can’t I
Enjoy myself
With time for leisure
Why can’t I
Be bothered
With those mundane tasks
Why can’t I
Be satisfied
Surrounded by material things
Why can’t I
Return love
To One so precious
Why can’t I
Be sure
Of finding the missing piece
Why can’t I ?

Highway Heart
Mobile Replacement Specialists,
Exchange and Mart
‘Phone for personal quote.

Highway Heart
Can offer you Life,
By renewing That Part
With a razor sharp Knife.

Highway Heart
Buy and Sell,
For the sake of Art
Sometimes never tell.

Highway Heart
When you begin to Fade,
We’ll give you a new Start
Never mind who paid.

Something is happening to the human race,
Some epidemic is to blame.
Something no-one wants to face
Unless they’re making money or fame.
Although reams have been written
No words will help the smitten

Grown out of stress or strife
Social Disease, better known as madness,
Can strike anyone, anytime in their life.
Twisting their “normality” into maniacal sadness.
Or obsessions for ***, Drugs, Power or War
They’re obsessed from outside deep to the core.

Like a malignant cancer madness covers
Not only those held by an institutional chain,
But people who are susceptible, and others
Who, not believing, think they’re perfectly sane.
Therefore spawning maniacs out of all conception.

We should focus that blind eye
And remove that cancer by cutting it out.
Releasing the obsessed and exposing the lie.
We owe ourselves that much beyond all doubt.
Because we know sufferers
We also know sufferers victims.

Word by Word
Verse by Verse
The lyrics of life
Are softly penned.

Note by Note
Bar by Bar
The tunes of battle
Are gently hummed.

Sentence by Sentence
Chapter by Chapter
The book of mistakes
Is quietly read.

I wonder Who wrote the lyrics
Or hummed the tunes
I know I’ll find out
When I’ve read the book

Pausing briefly, gathering further instruction
The evil Eye of Baar reflects
Upon a memory, near complete conception.
With all hearing soul and forming sensors
The evil Eye of Baar absorbs
Only pertinent waves from its passive donors.
Passing shadows, focusing hard detail
The evil Eye of Baar perceives
Enough truth to know how not to fail.
Come the distant death and lengthening span
The evil Eye of Baar flaunts
Just future birth to compliment an evil plan.
Plans shaped, Spontaneity becoming colder
The evil Eye of Baar warms
To eventual visions and power growing bolder.
Sold on tyrannical tactics and plotted course
The evil Eye of Baar dims
To possible defeat and attack to its source.
Intuition dying, reflex receded by design
The evil Eye of Baar succumbs
Unlike mortals, helpless in death, forced to resign.