twiddle dee and twiddle dumb
who so sees the futile jump
spinning tops and random shops
we but fly yet seem to flop
rhythms tapping out of beat
he tries and so keeps to the heat
flames flare with no care
my thoughts to you shall share

for fear you jeer,
in self-preservation, it's clear.
we bring ourselves so low,
sometimes, the moment gets cold.
sign of weakness,
we stretch, at our thinnest.
huddled in self-obsession,
truths hidden from confession.
for who we yearn,
yet we never could earn.
this day we part,
quite really, presents an art.

i must smile, as i breathe.
i must live, as i die inside.
for the time shall not come,
for lighter showers to grant upon.
whether be, it withers thee.
all burnt up inside,
and prolongs to smolder.
i am all singed in green.

tears to me defy.
i asked.
my eyes won't reply.
my heart taken to task.
i only hear me sigh.
i hope it won't last.
maybe, baby, i'm just a mask.

green hornets come a buzzing,
teet-a-tat round my head.
relentlessly! persistently!
what monster i see?
mirror, mirror on the wall!

intent and hell bent,
to escape and to pretend.
that all's well,
and nothing else.
i pause to run,
and simply because there's no fun.
to say i am not sad,
and it isn't all that bad.
but seriously,
as i sprint furiously,
who am i kidding,
if i am not fibbing.
it's all pretense,
and it's my only defense.

so pretty,
those butterflies
pity i hate them
detest them with a childhood whim
striking colors,
so amusing.
they flit,
they float,
they die.

you are my obsession,
this seems not a simple regression.
i draw on all my strength,
to keep you at arm's length.
but every time you call,
my heart takes a fall.
you are no good for me,
i can so clearly see.
but yet i confess,
i can stop myself no less.

darkness of heartbeat.
no world, no longer appealing.
the accompaniment,
not there, no more.

drums, they used to play.
thumping like how we liked.
in the blink of an eye,
disappearing seems all.

gripped in a stance of personal defence,
it all seems too late as we primp and prop
for the struggle, it appears too much.
floating in a sea of white graces,
for fear, it never looks too clear.
crazed eyes, they stare and glare,
we must exit, all in such haste.

droplets of dark
fill a pool of sorrow
those forgotten pangs
return to haunt
the sound of your voice
with your touch on my hip
and i am nothing.

like melted ice
in a puddle on the floor
how do i return
and where do i begin
hurting so deep
like a forgotten soul
and i am nothing.

emptied beer bottle
standing abandoned and lone
heart scraping the floor
tears stand barren
and not withstanding the force
crying seems not an option
and i am nothing.

Hanging on the wall
I know you are there
Yet when I turn, I glance
Your space... so empty.

Tick... I hear you tock.
I hear you there
Yet when I look, right up
Your hands... so still.

Asleep, awake...
Seem to be without you
Sometimes, I wonder
Are you still there?

Along the way,
The road... gets cold
Need to know... the time.
Have you stopped now?

black thoughts, smeared in distort.
without consideration,
it's all destruction.

the mellow drama,
continues to play on stage,
while the disagreement unfolds off.

while the folks, only two,
walk out the door,
who spots and cleans the mess?

the day, it passes much too slow,
yet the years fly by in flash,
one by two, tick tock goes.

when day gives way to night,
in the dark, she peers.
and he, too proud, stands still. still.

the string of words, they dance in waves.
seemingly unaware, of the grief they hold.
with skirts a-merry, to the silent melody.

jello emotions,
slip, slot, sliding.
heart so tender,
so ready to sink.
but the mind,
will not allow.
it's not strength,
no, it's not.
the mind,
like it always is,
so far,
so distant it feels.

You built the wall
I took the fall
Afraid to look
Buried in the book
Lots of spaces
Empty cases
Never should have said
Perhaps pictures fade
That wall you set
That you I met

Threw out my heart when i got off the bus
I forgot to smile, forgot how to be happy
I left my cigarettes in your car and left my soul in 1999
Met myself in the mirror that night, couldn't question why
I danced in my pink shoes, they never fitted well
They asked me about that day, i said i forgot them well...