A beautiful face in a crowd,
with the somewhat in my direction looks.

The most beautiful face in a crowd,
with definite glances in my direction,
and just as many returned.

Not your name
Not your nationality
Below all the fame
Below the unreality
Deep down
Who are you?

Forget your license
Forget your authorization
Forget your conveyance
Forget every legal documentation
Now tell me
Who are you?

Deep down in the dark room of your empty soul
Deep down below your average conscience
There are only the things you put there yourself  
All your unused options
And the unanswered questions
like 'Who are you?'


Deep down below
There are only feelings
All your feelings
That you chose to confine
But it really doesn't matter who you are deep down
Because nobody carries around a shovel all the time.

It's interesting to see how it goes
when somebody dies and nobody knows.
It's a cruel cruel world
when the rain flattens hair that's been curled
and her makeup is running
and she looks so stunning
but it would be crueler not to mention his tears
muscles cover up his fears
be a man
they preach
be a man
take a stand
don't be a leach
be the biggest
be the best
and not anything less
for they stress and they stress
otherwise he, is, nothing.

It's a cruel cruel world
when we brand our
children
with something worse
than labels-
expectations-
like horses in stables
bred for perfection
bred for success
bred to be a show pony
with no free will
glitter and smiles
nothing but phony,

It is branded in their skin
it's burned quite deep
like all of their kin
a scar to keep.
Hold it in,
careful,
breath with the beat,
walk in the middle of the street,
you are not your own
your heart is made of stone,
for otherwise you are nothing,
and will not be noticed upon passing.

Sometimes he let his eyes rest on hers, it needn't have been painful,
but it strangely was.
He broke a lifetime of avoiding eye contact to show her.
She was worth overcoming obstacles for.

He stands,
cigarette in hand,
golden hair blowing in the wind.

Except it's not blowing because he cut it all off.
If you ask him why he'll tell you he doesn't know;
he just wanted a change.

He'll pick you up when you're
feeling blue and he'll calm you down
when you're feeling red.

With his hands he creates music
and with his mouth he creates laughter.
He is the essence of humanity.

He'll take notice when you do good
and he'll call you out when
you're acting like a ****.

He stands,
Bertran the Man,
atop his white van,
cigarette in hand,
short hair reflecting the sunlight.

He'll tell you he loves you,
only if he means it,
and by God he will make
you feel it.

"What happened" and "When did you decide"
The honest truth is that
I knew from the beginning

I knew from the start
That it would end with my foot in the door
I knew from the start
That it was all wrong and I wanted more

What I wanted was to be with a man for the rest of my life
I wanted him to love me
Like
How
I
Loved

Because I love with everything I have
I love in the ways I scream
In the ways I cheer
In the ways I dream
In the ways I smile while I cry

And so the only reason why it ended
Is because you proved me right
When all I wanted was for you to prove me wrong

And so when you say
"We never had a chance"
You are so wrong

Because I gave so many chances
A year to be exact
And now you have left me sitting here
reminding myself that

**I
Knew
All
Along

scent of a woman
sent from god
sends me forever
ascending awed

She loved it on him

Made her want to sin

He fulfilled her every whim

Always gave in

How he feels without her

Snuggled in its hue

Sitting in her chair

Such a sad view

The colour of her kitchen

He smiles unknowingly

Remembers her *******

Though always wittily

Her perfume simply called blue

Lingers in the air

He dabs a tear or two

Imagines sniffing her hair

Parents called her Violet

How could they have known

Her favourite palette

And she not grown

Jarred out of his reverie

A clapping of tiny feet

His hand taken lovingly

As she dances to her own beat

Violets legacy, beautiful

Her eyes a gorgeous shade

He called her Belle

Can’t believe what they’ve made

He drinks her eyes in

That colour unique

Breaks into a grin

His future not so bleak

You ravaged me

without permission

I ravage you

no intermission

Each blow you dealt

I’ve doubled

my anger simmered

and bubbled

This is the only time

I’ve felt job satisfaction

feeling just sublime

placing you in traction

She waits for you,
Under a blossom tree,
Nestled in the furthest corner,
Of her floral mind.

She waits for you,
Throughout the winter,
And let's the cold,
Seek shelter within her icy veins,
Rooting her limbs to the frozen earth.

She waits for you,
As the rain falls through the wilting leaves,
And is thankful that she,
Is not the only tearful heart.

She waits for you,
Even when the storm grows violent,
And she grows fearful,
That the wind will break her fragile bones,
And tear down her vacant foundations.

She waits for you,
In the summer warmth.

She's waiting for the flowers.

*but they will cease to bloom