Cynics
are dreamers
blinded once to many times
by dazzling white light-
You were there that night.

For so long I longed-
Milk soft skin,
Burning eyes,
inetense desire,
the scent of a woman.

You fell asleep,
but still the room was on fire.

Beauty resting in my naked arms.

I watched over you until dawn.

You awoke
You were there
But you were gone.

Mystery
the plug of our insatiable appetite
calls on soft winds
"destiny maybe?"

Dont solve her completely
or she'll die and you'll miss her,
just taste her,
enjoy her
let her be
free

We bandage our tender hearts with cast iron strips,
constricting the blood flow to our faces,
pale skin with a waining zest for life.

There is an extra shelf in our closets for home-made masks,
the masks are poorly made
and our true pale skin can be easily seen
through the cracks in our bright coloured ornaments.

It's a **** shame about our cut up hearts.
If they could heal instead of hide,
then dreamers would be the true world changers,
and love would be a possibility for us all.

But our cynacism imprisons our weak minds
in dungeons of hopelessness and pretentiousness.
Our talk traps us through regurgitated drivel,
we talk **** with loud uttering
as if our **** holds in it the secrets of the universe.
Yet in the mean time-
the very words we think will protect us from this wild wild world
expose us as fools and make us soft tarkets-
propelling us further into loneliness.

At least we live in the delusion that we are now all grown up.

The ocean called me to the roaring waters,
I crashed to the depths held fast by it's furious glory.

Panick stricken I fought to find my way-
my lungs burnt with salt
and my soul anguished over all my dreams that would die.

At fist Ihated this cruel bitter sea,
but she answered soft as heaven
with her love song for sailors and
other lost souls.

Peace flowed from the blue depths
and I knew I'd never leave.

The strangers we meet
The strangers we eat
The strangers we are
are stranger by far.

I hate you for bothering me from my safe boring sanity.

Your sailor lips sicken me
and your satin skin poisons me.

How dare you use your pretty face to make my whole world look ugly in the light of you?

You took my sleep and my confidence and made mush of something stable and predictable.

Who told you I was interested in things like inspiration and exploration?

I hate you because I cant get rid of you.

Hide and seek,
I take a peek,
you come so near
then disappear.

I see your smile
but in just a while
I'll hide away
for another day.

the game I play
is truth and dare,
I've worn it out
like an old worn rag.

I don't know you,
you don't know me,
I wont tell
but I actually care.

It's a shallow life
and a shallow dream,
alluded hope,
illusion love,
you're not actually there-

My million pretty faces on an empty fake pedestal.

You weave through my life
like a dream
turned nightmare
turned dream
turned nightmare.

Time is so ****** short to waste it on *******,
Cant you see I'm trying to find you?
How high must I build my castle?

How is it that you're so illusive and far away-
but your scent fills the room
and chokes me with sweetness?
I hate this incessant soppiness!
Argh!

My crazy obsession I try to lie and hide so well-
But it's written on my face in flashing neon colours,
desperation is so ******* unattractive!

Where in heavens name can I find myself a cheap plastic heart?
That doesn't breathe
or feel the need to heal?

If you want money I'll buy you.
If you want freedom I'll lie to you.
If you want a bicycle-
well I'm not really into cycling but I'll see what i can do.

I see so much fear in your eyes-
relationships shipwrecked-
and now you've made your mind up about the facts of life.
You've become the rock of Gibraltar-
tough as nails.

You're scary-
ready to weather any storms-
lonely-
but I still know you're soft inside...

You're just choosing the lesser of two evils-
well for now at least.

I know you still cry for your dreams,
stories that make you long,
but then you remember.

Hey! I get just as **** scared.
I mean, who burns themselves time and time and time again
without changing their formulas on life?

I do.