she was not chained, but tangled
in the fur of his kisses or the stickyness of his glances
it turned her fingertips red and made her eyes squeeze
their world was a tropical snowglobe with a little boat that tumbled around their sky
and she lapped against the plastic like a tide
looking up at him with forgiving eyes.

Blades of sharpest steel pierce me
Until my soul is numbed
By man and natures cures

I see not around me
Those also torn and broken
Within their watchful despair.

I see not that if I were observing
The destructive writhing agony
Of  those who hold my heart

I too would be more broken
Than even now in my careless
Wasteful destruction.

I see not that I wrench the heart from my loved ones,
With my blind endeavors to **** my pain,
In my struggle for survival.

I see not that I would move heaven and earth
To mend their pain
If I were the observer.

Numbed within my cave
I see nothing but cold,
Lonely despair
And darkness.

The TV people scare me sometimes.
They are always saying bad things.
They do so with an air of confidence and reassurance.
They fill your head with narcotic gossip and
Everyone salivates over the tasty words.
The addicted watch with anticipation.
Eating up every juicy bit.
The worse the news, the tastier.
The media is an all-you-can-eat buffet
For the cynical lovers of catch 22’s and Murphy’s law
They gag on the good news
Altruism, the Golden Rule, honest to goodness people
That doesn’t taste so good
It doesn’t give us our fix
You need the bad to have the good
And we only like the good to emphasize the bad
The audacity of the TV people; how dare they tell good news
Good news doesn’t sell
Bad news is good news

i see no ense in winning, as all success becomes regression,
owning ones life is to reach out and grasp and to catch only the wind.
strange, it is cars that bring faceless names and namless faces
closer to their finale in life than to where really we want to be
we hold a wheel, we push a pedal, it makes no difference.
inside ourselves we may be Lords, Kings even Gods and
here you see me in the world, on the half deserted streets
conjuring myths of control, no apparent ceiling to clothe my limits

no surprises with no mystery. no questions with no unpredictable answers, what a way to live.

safety rules this day, caution covertly dictates my speech,
the fear that I may stumble upon my dreams and realise them unfulfilled
takes my feet and nails them down.

i am a tree, rooted heavily into this soil
here I stand and weep for all that is stained with routine.
all that is tragically familiar comes forth alone and alone it remains with me.

Don't ask me to open my mouth, just so you can look inside and find the words I wasn't going to say.

I tell you I love you because I mean it, not because I've been told to,
and not because I feel any sort of pity.

Why do you say that,
that I can tell you anything,
when all you do is put me down for the words I let escape?
Every time I start to sing a song,
you start singing something completely different.
I sing out loud and clear,
but you sing louder than me.
Your voice is huge,
and I can't hear anything else.
You see me move my lips, but you can't seem to hear a sound.

I'll never sing again to you, if you just can't hear a sound.


Try looking around with a bit of clarity, see your surroundings with a head lacking such judgment.
Look through new eyes, I'd rid my head of sight entirely and let you see with mine, but sometimes my eyesight is just as bad as yours.

sweeping lullaby with misty eyes
broken, she sings to a sleeping soul
curled in a blanket claimed by lies
she whispers lovers her timeless toll

madness feasts on weary trust
begging hearts to intertwine
his infernal shapes turn men to dust
luring them to forfeit time

hold tight the rope to Heaven’s gate
as it sways in a gust of deceitful mirth
expelled by a hardhearted Fate
by the enemy’s hands, judge not your worth

All these people who see me
They don't know who they are.
Everyone's staring in the mirror,
Watching faces fall apart.
I saw a picture looking back,
Hanging high up on a wall.
She whispers to me, with her eyes,
That I, alone, am just
A piece of a large puzzle and
She stares at me and mocks me
With a sneer and not a smile.
She watches me berating
Any fault I can recall.
I'm breaking all my mirrors
Forcing myself not to know
That when I think I see the truth
I barely know a thing at all.