Can you see the blue sky,
Birds are flying so high,
Shattered clouds are moving by.
Let shine your soul so dry,
In that pride you see yourself fly,
Her blue moon time will be your witness tonight.

There's a place you used to know,
A seed you used to sow,
Sometimes you want to go back,
And give her all you have.
Hold on a little longer you say,
Begging her without pain,
Both should give it another try.
Let her lay the rules out for that fact,
Help her to trust you again,
Don't let it fade and slip away,
Prove to her that you are a changed guy.

There is a certain comfort in anonymity,
The ability to disguise ourselves as no-one.
But this disguise becomes too real,
Reality and fantasy reverse:
We are no-one,
Our disguise is now the person
We once were.
There is no desperation in regaining our
Identity.
Are we too scared to be someone? To have meaning?
Willingly we discard our existence and
Replace it with nothing.
We are nothing.
Nothing.

Flowers

A sinister flower among flowers

The best of the best

Up and down like frilly French knickers

She drop her petals

The bleeding heart vines,

So lovely o’ so divine

I am suffering from it.
Just like you.
Just like everyone else.
It creeps up on us and envelops us,
Turning everything dark.
It is malevolent.
It climbs inside my body,
Grips my heart with its cold fingers.
It destroys me.
Just as it does you.
But it will never be found,
Never be held to account.
Because we are too afraid to expose
It.

I have run out of words.
They no longer flow from my fingertips,
No more do they glint in the light of your sight.
The letters that once formulated on my lips and kissed you
Have gone.
You say words are beautiful
But I have none.
Where does that place my beauty?
Share your letters with me?
And I will create new words for us to be.

Just her quick smile,
The Curve of her lips,
Shot you over the moon.
Just a small sign,
A glimpse of her heart,
Set your world on fire,
To be your polar star