I played the game, alone.
I talk to the air,
Imagining a friend who isn’t there.
My brain’s dual thinking.

- Checkmate -

Personification in strike
Persona’s colliding stake

- Stalemate -

Hello there my stuffed friend
Looks like we are a matched.
We’re Latched,
Encased in the four corners of our walls.
You know I feel restless looking at your frozen face.
Playing with stillness is a hollowed void.
Engross with my ever changing fantasy.
Choosing to ignore reality.
A sad case of my mortality.

- Workmate -

Music patched the necessary unattached realm.
Stories powered the desires to dream the unchallenged dream.
Life is a walking daydream.

- Lostmate -

There are those would think I am coward
And then I box myself not to move forward.
I fear what lurks behind someone’s soul,
Fearing I am not worthy of my own coal.
A charade of personas, hiding.
Tilting the crowd as if I am never there, post acting.

- Soulmate -

Believing you are near,
somewhere far behind that unseen chamber door.

- Castmate -

Sometimes I am just tired of this game.
Whispers of the wind, believing I am tamed.
Sometimes all I need is a real friend
That will hug-out the negative trend
For me to transcend
To the realistic perspective
Waking the sleeping life’s motive.

She is a chaotic mess
Who is a genius yet makes no complete sense
She is weak but willing to fight the war
She constantly asks herself, "How long and how far?"
How long until the storm ends?
When will her thoughts finally be her friend?
Because inside, it's a monstrosity and it's killing her with curiousity
Consumed in her chaos, in her little paradox.

I'm afraid to love you
For people always seeking new
I'm not telling that it is you
Just old things treasured by few
Everything is good as blossoming flower,
Could we make it fresh in forever?
I couldn't risk what is left of me
Unsure of the love you promise
Don't get me wrong, we feel the same I know
Fearing to lose the love once more.

I've realized that I rely on "things"
such as pills,
to get me through the daze.
Weather it's the clouds in my lungs,
or the syrup that I swallow,
or even latest Salvatore novel,
I've just gotta have that "thing" to distract me from here.
Because I find this reality too much to bear.
Living vice-to-vice, couting down the years.
I just want everyone to be happy.

Self therapy.
**** rips in my kitchen.
Talking to oneself can be so productive.
Pacing back and forth with constant muttering.
I just want everyone to be happy.

When I wrote Tranquility and listened to the breaking waves
I never stopped to think of those who hear the breaking waves
In the search of freedom from tyranny
I wrote Normandy D Day 6th of June
But never once while walking the beaches
Did I think of the hell those young men faced
Creativity was penned in twenty minutes
And written on my mobile phone
While sitting in my tent during a thunderstorm
But you are all equally creative
I was sat gazing at the rising moon
Thinking of a special person so many miles away
And imagination just took over
And then I took a long hard look at the world as we now know it
HOPE
Yes hope was the result

it's named after his wife;
crashing on his wedding anniversary