An idea comes to haunt
Where did it come from
Unaware of its existence
Lingering somewhere
When it entered the mind
Parallel thoughts
Maybe, was in your mind
Attracting the idea
Ideas seeking ideas
Intercepted by the intellect
Two entities combine
To form one idea
It’s in the mind
Which hovers within
One idea
That can make a difference

Did you think I was going to fall in love with you just like that?
That's right
I just snapped my finger in your face
You need so much more than your pretty face
So what if I stared at you for a bit
Do you have anything to add to that?
I'm not talking about make-up
I'm not talking about playing hard to get
I'm not talking about thinking about making me feel lucky
You need to feel lucky
Have you ever?
You should try it sometime
You might learn something about yourself
And the world around you

I am just as evil as you are.
That damming claws at my ev'ry choice,
but steadily I will hold the bar
and 'member my inner sound, my voice.

The call rings. I answer with virtue,
recalling reasons not to hurt you.
You spout your hate and project your pain;
pain - that chorus I will not refrain.

Sometimes I wince and curse the earth
and others I rinse and find rebirth.
Sometimes I lie the dead night awake
to try to burn before daylight breaks.

The saga lives, I'm tired of its tail.
I'm using all my strength to prevail.
The serpent slowly slithers around,
but again I bring the giant down.

Say something ,
I can't see you I can't hear you
Open up conduct your own flow
Clear communication coordinates concise connections
Be yourself, im here ,your there
Talk
Say something , it's important
Conduct your own flow
You matter , I just want to know

In this dead road
Where NOBODY knows,
We escape into a one night stand
Of seclusion.
Away,
From all the intrusion.
Away,
From all the confusion.

In this exquisite buffet,
We pick up meals after meals,
And we gorge,
And we consume,
And we fill our bellies.
Like kings and queens, but without the crown,
But at least we’re far,
Faaar away from the crowd.

In this taboo haven,
We sit together in a circle.
Like people playing Ouija.
But instead of talking with the dead,
We talk about ourselves, THE dead.
And we proceed to cry and complain and confess and create
Chaos! Is what this road will witness.
This road, will be its only witness.

In this sacred pilgrimage of our Friday nights,
We come here, bones battered and beaten.  
To pseudo wine and dine.
To enjoy the silence as we sip and slurp,
To tell tall tales of how we messed up,
In search of validation, acceptance,
And hopefully,
Forgiveness.

It was better when I didn't know about you,
it was better, when my heart didn't ache
in the distressed night, you chased away
my fantasies with your face

I now have a name,
to cry out, and reach for,
while I draw a blank,
I have nothing better to dream for

more than my fantasies,
your reality I desire,
my prize, my possession,
my ever burning fire

It was better when I didn't know about you
It was better when my heart didn't ache
for with your smile, and unspoken eyes,
you took my heart away.

Have you ever heard the rain,
Fall softly on a tin shed,
A thousand ball bearings tinkering softly above your head,

Have you ever felt  a mountains breath,
Bite at your fingers as you climb,
The dead stone calling you to fall,
But still you press ahead

Have you ever felt the sun
Scorch the earth, but not your flesh,
Where you bask for warmth,
Plants lie dead

Have you ever felt loves warm embrace
Raw and powerful,
Sweep itself  from your life
Tyranically, full of dread.

Have you ever found yourself  lost
Only to find yourself exactly where you
Need to be.