Muddy murky waters
drops filled with pain
endless
darkness
so few flowers
bright
to ease the shadows
casted
skull bones red
with hatred
black
with wickedness
for the mere pleasure
of it...
White glory
cries out
so great
the sadness
tears well and flow
does she not know
good and evil?
her minds eye
yea,
her hearts eye
nay
tis a curse
soul so deep
that she
cries
for the world

Its your
its mine
no wonder
inside
there booms
the thunder
its yours
its mine
I do see
inside
the sun
so shiny
its yours
its mine
it is clear
inside
there falls
silent tears
its yours
its mine
that is why
inside
the walls
past gone by
its yours
its mine
thats it
inside
haywire
gray static
its yours
its mine
I do care
inside
of me
you to share

He does'nt talk of realness
but plays up the scene
hiding under lights
behind his voice that sings
the crowd cheers his presence
unaware of his lies
but there in the shadows
she sees what he defies
a chill passes through him
without a sound
silence in his soul
he knows what she has found
yet denial runs deelp
a prisoner of his youth
he'll push her eyes away
for fear of the truth
thunder rocks in his ears
a star on the stage
his ego swells rampant
here is is the rage
Hi is going to sing "Giggalo"
and looks across the room
a frown upon her face
waiting for the tune
his voice slightly falters
ever so brief
he builds a cloud around his heart
and gets to the beat
when the song comes to the end
all hands begin to clap
his eyes look to her
an empty chair where she sat

Ah my dark lover
buried in the shadows of my mind
yet always in sight
creeping on my blood vines
through jungles only I should know
it is there you flow
to torment me, love me
to my confession
entering into my heart source
permeating its every beat
with your eternal heat
your cloud vaporizing into my soul
meling all essence together
you have been there forever
tormenting me, loving me
to my confession
you my devil, my angel,
my everything
will now hear finallly
that which you longed for...
I am yours forevermore

Soft and warm
this blanket
thrown off
heat contained within
radiating
without cover
Oh! such joy
to be warm still
without
my cloak

See her sleeping on a bench
her basket there beside
she's out in the cold
when she should be inside
she spends her life a'shopping
as she browses the streets
looking for some food
and shoes for her feet
I feel so much love for her
that I get on my knees
then I pray to God
"Lord, could you help her please?"
I take my shoes off my feet
and remove my sweater
then I walk to the bench
and offer them to her
she smiles at me kindly
as she accepts my gifts
and then for a moment
it seems her sadness lifts...
I remember as I walk
her on that bench of rust
knowing she is equal
with the rest of us

A feather in the breeze
floating softly through the air
seemingly without destination
as if it has not a care
yet it slows to glide knowingly
past precious little places
and glances down upon the world
into the many faces
It has a heart so fragile
for it's always on the mend
so never actually stopping
for fear it's flight will end