Sitting on the rocking train
The acrid smell of burning brakes
carried on a breeze,
Bringing slight relief from the stale air

A surreal moment,
As I gaze at passengers' feet
Exhausted,
reflecting on my grandfather's death

An unwelcome moment of self realization
Punctuated by regular train stops.

My heavy heart stares into an invisible abyss
While minding the gap all the way to the airport

Back and forth,
without a breath
the Jagged Edge  
with Acid soaked Blade,
swings without mercy

between each Swing
my bleeding Heart heals a bit,
then comes the Jagged Blade;
without mercy it cuts again
soaking my bleeding heart
with acidic Acid

i cannot stop the Blade,
it answers to no man!
but I can stop the pain!
If only I had the courage...

I'd rip my heart from my chest
and triumphantly hold it aloft;
for once to be free from Pain
before with dying Breath I slump into eternal Bliss

Come visit me
My beautiful sword
Spend some time with me
Show the beauty of your blade

Separate skin and flesh
Cut through bone and muscle
Then come at last
Right to my heart

Do not hesitate,
Come straight in!
And show the inner chambers
Of my icy heart
Your exquisite beauty

let the cold blood flow
Around your edge
then twist up slightly
And explore some more

Cut the fibres of my heart
Join the chambers all together
And in dying breath
Let my blood happily dance
On your beautiful blade!

Before the storm came
The buildings swayed
In the wind,
To and fro
In the town
Of Tokyo

Before the quake came
There was little song
Few bells
that rang ding-****
Just sullen struggle
In Hong Kong

Fix the buildings,
Make the people happy,
They all were pleading
But city planners deemed
The costs too high,
Time too scarce

Live on in buildings
With uncertain foundations!
Live on in cities
with no song!
For time and money
To fix these things
Are in low supply

But then the quake and storm arrived
And levelled all
few survived
But for prudent planning
They might have withstood the trouble!

Now the cost of cleaning up
The cost of building up
Of finding song
And bringing Joy
Is far greater
Than if first prepared

The buildings sway in the wind no more
smiles and song
But the fight to bring it back
Is proving great

So evermore they'll be sullen
Living in ruins
And smouldering ashes

The great abyss

So I stand before the great abyss
Taking a breath before the plunge
Below, the unknown
The fragile porcelain might shatter
Well, it definitely will shatter!

But is it not better to break a bone
That grew askew over time
Break it to set it straight
Break it to fix it?

Maybe, we'll see
Maybe it's better
Hopefully it's better

In the silence of night's peace
My heart beats like a drum
Duh-duhf duh-duhf

It reminds me I am still alive
That my Red blood still flows
That somewhere deep within
The African drum beats

One day, someday
Hopefully soon
I will find what makes me alive

And save my red blood
From spilling in a grave

Still awake!
1 am, witching hour.
Still awake,
I sit and think

Only August yes
But for us insomniacs,
Christmas will be here in 3 sleeps