Open a Door and find me standing there
When the mirror says no
A door opens and I'm at the end of
A long day away from you.

A car turns over to the tune of runner
Runner so I go
Should I hit the road or the bottle
Nothing makes sense when I see the day
Turn black every which way did you smile
When you didn't have to
So I'll smile back

I drive in the evening, I drive away from me.
I turn the wheel and hear the squeal
After
I turn the key

Staring at me has no strength
Between this metal me

Radio, rev

Rebel ride
I'm on a petrol high

Tempt me trample tune and catch
kiss my asfault hide

Run and run
Duck and hide
I am the glitter ground

And can you hear
The ground it screams
I drive it under, so
All of hell has come, on up
So I can make
my sound.

So a story
Find a frame
Fill with you abide

Listless
Restless
Turning page
And filled with suicide

Oh a happy time to write

an ode

to those of note

But what of pages burning for

a

Heavy heart to tote

Can all these sheets of open air
Hold a form so free

And at the same, entice the mass
And follow you with me

All is wrought with love and pain
And all is of the stage
Peace and fire

Lust so dire

With
Endless hope and rage

every moment do I see
a distant memory

The heart I have
Has been undone
As apples can be cored


We the fallen folly form
Nameless youth of lore
Folly free do at will
As merry mary ******

So sit upon the hill of want
And cast ourselves as God's

While Trident​ forks
The road trevailed
To pitch the flesh we bore

When youth degrade​ debase and claims the flesh now loose and free
Of ages now undone at sum
Unbound a misery
Can we the humbled
Of the years
Repent for what was done

Be our action
Will or want
Remake the folly free

With new eyes do we see the path
We wandered with regard
Renewed the the well
Of shallow heart in memory of
Thee

How in all hell
And heavens made by love
Can I make myself forsake
The ones that loved
Below
Above
Although
They come
and go.

He left and with an empty box
His promise in my hand

An alcamy of token love
A ring to temper chance

Fleet of thought
I thought to fight
My resolute of past
Shed of me my thought Of this

The yearning endlessy

So forged of will the burning trust
The trivial is gone
And time once spent,
Is  made undone
To render my heart free.

He made himself a bed of thoughts
To sleep and rest his weary head.
The thought of sleep repelled the thought, " give up, resigne and leap".