I know that I loved you,
And more than a little,
But now you are gone.

I feel...

Too heartless to beat,
Too lonely to need,
Too empty to cry,
Too raw to bleed,
Too heavy to lie,
Too cold to be,
Too sad to try.

Please...

Come back to me now,
You are the love of my life,
The part of me missing.

In dreams we feel the impossible is easy
In dreams we flee the burdens of this life
In dreams we fly to worlds that don’t exist
In dreams we find the love that cannot be
In dreams we follow a path that never ends
In dreams we fall forever in a nightmare chase.

In dreams we live the jumbled fragments of our lives.

I might have been a poet,                                                      
                                                who was dreaming of the stars.
I might have been a scientist,                                                
                                             who was inventing nothing new.
I might have been an honest man,                                        
                                                      who could not pay his bills.
I might have been a millionaire,                                            
                                                    who was jumping to his end.
I might have been a criminal,                                                
                                                        who was living like a king.
I might have been a terrorist,                                                  
                                                    who was fighting for a cause.
I might have been a politician,                                                
                                                  who was playing ***** games.
I might have been a lover,                                                        
                                                  who was lost in search of you.
I might have been a failure,                                                      
                                                     but you made me what I am.

Imagine the  world ….                                                                                
                                                                ….if you had never said “Hello”

Imagine the space….                                                                                  
                                                                 ….where you were meant to be

Imagine waking up….                                                                                
                                                                            ….in a forever empty bed

Imagine the absent closeness….                                                                
                                                                       ….and perfect pleasures lost

Imagine a time….                                                                                        
                                                                        ….before your tender touch

Imagine the future….                                                                                  
                                                                         ….if fragile friendships end

Imagine the energy….                                                                                
                                                                    ….we must spend to stop this

Imagine the heat….                                                                                    
                                                                     ….that our love will generate

Imagine the reward….                                                                              
                                                                          ….of this lifetime together.

Head throbs, I want results, I need results, today,
No dice, I want a gun, persuasion, for results, now,
Idiots all around, is it me or is it them, I wonder,
I see them dead, better than Red I think, but,
Why so hard I ask, always the same, pain again,
A voice inside says, that is why, I still get paid
Big bucks, to take this strain, and not complain,
I need a cat, to kick, humane, because it seems,
It will survive with nine lives, and I have only one.

The guilty truth is we choose to deceive,
Sometimes to please, sometimes to win,
From our five hundred Facebook friends,
To that convenient little lie on our own CV.

And we think ourselves the un-guilty ones.
Why, I wonder, do we succeed in deceiving
The deceiver in this manner? Is it because,
We are at heart black both inside and out?

How fragile is our small world today,
Living in this glass bottle of our life.

Where guilt is the fear of discovery,
Where silence is the hope of salvation,
Where greed is the reason for everything,
Where lies are the stones that shatter,
Where love is the desire for peace,
Where hate is the anger of envy,

How complex is our small world today,
Living in this glass bottle of our life.