A blade of grass can cut a stack of ashes
The battle now is to cut insecurity
Insecurity can cut a mountain of courage

And the pebbles will be cut
and roam forever
Wheres the next mountain?

At the night,
The trees rattle,
Like cages,
All shattering,

All breaking,
The sounds like the
waves that breaks,
upon the shore,

Or crowds of people,
begging for more,
when they rattle.
The trees at night.

All scattered faced
  boredom blearing
   godess of waters
    blearing sirens
     knifes upturned
  
screaming fabrics clothing
  wind blown
   sea torn
    ears faded
     noise outrun

Time a story
smiles a glory
  evil always follows
  tiptoe silence
   acid swallowed

Eyes buzzing
  cheers, democratic
    weights are matter
     electrical lighting
       sleep like chocolate

Broken Compass
Growls and subdued snarls
motivated just enough before
Now only broken

Dizzy tall walks
Punched out words
like actions

Frightened realisations,
subclosed.

Where freedom can only be weaved

Swallow your next grateful T

sickened stomach
stalled/taxed tendents
with actions in mind,
Eyes there but without all precious virtue

Faded flowers
All sailing away

All the words in the world
Going astray

Blares the sad lamp tonight

and when the rainmen talk of peace,
planting seeds, making ideas and dreams
I look through great windows
and start to forsee

I can just remember,
you in a worn out picture of my
mind

But now words are thrown
In directions they are falling

I fall asleep by the sad
lamp, with smiling eyes

but when the rainmen talk of peace,
planting seeds, making ideas and dreams
I look through great windows
and start to forsee

He's on your back
moaning and complaining
he weighs you down
doesn't hold, you fall

He's on your back
tired and unhealthy
he keeps you back
detached emotion

He's on your back
No chin too high
He smokes your lungs
and moans and crys

He's on your back
that part of you
that warden
that georden