who you are now
is all that you are to me
wont let the past
come before anything
if its a disaster
well what will be will be
but what if its not

its cold in that void where you were
when i wander there wondering where
youre being warm
my heart feels as dead as a stone on a pebble shore
dearly departed
discarded
alone

the response is the attack
the attack is but the impetus
asymmetric war is fought
on the counter reversal
one martyr
one hundred million avid eyes
billions lost in commerce
billions more paid to keep the dream alive
coppers by the thousand
press choppers crowding the sky
whoever said one man cant make a difference
is living a lie on the losing side

she brought colour to my dull life
made vivid my muted hues
cast the dark places bright
love makes light
illuminating my way through
now her colours have faded
pastels where once there were primes
where my longing eyes see our iridescence
she sees the cold ashes of her fire
if my lost burning soul could reignite it
Id make tinder of my broken heart
but the only hope that I have for the love I once had
is that she makes a fresh start

all I gain is clarity from the clouds
while adding more weight to my inertia
disordered thoughts only form orderly mounds
in order to confound the pin searcher

id have killed myself
stopping me killing myself
if id had to
when the rope bites
the truth bites
and you do what you have to do
to survive

you are the blind eyes turned
to the orders following orders
you are the ignorant
bestowing your gift of bliss upon others
youll make a bad choice
when bad choices are all that are offered
then in that mans voice
you declare that your man is the man
to make the bad choices for all of us
then the man does what he does