What is scorn but a broken back that has to lift the world?
An arrow bent, scraping through the air never to hits it's target?
I am one, but a crying soul to lift above my shoulders what my back could not.
                    What is love to bring us peace?
           Is it the toil tossed beneath our feet, trampled and torn?
Or does it live here within us, ready to swell and overflow to the empty spaces that lay void?
Bring me silence in the screeching night.
In the stillness I hear the earth wake and breathe.
I can feel the mountains shake as they stretch their rocks causing crashing avalanches of unwanted worry to the ground.
Let us break our ribs open to allow more room for love to rest inside.
Pack it in tightly, not letting any to spill out onto the floor and if it does spill,
let it overflow from our mouths and lips to each person we see.
Speaking truth and peace to each one for they are just like us.
                      
                        Lost in a unpredictable world.

Afraid of the drifting current that pushes us from one place to the next.
                        Consistency isn't consistent with me
and I want no part of conformity to live within me.
                        
                         I am a prayer.
                        
                         I am a song.
                
                         A dance and a battle cry.

I am a thousand trees never thirsty, for growth comes naturally and loneliness is just a disease and finally we found the cure:

To love yourself fully and completely and never look behind you.

For it is behind that haunts but the future welcomes.

So step boldly into the traveling circus of life that never stops running, and the freak show is the main attraction because freaks like you and me,

We're going to change the world.

Love, light, beauty and truth
Magic misappropriated by an all too common world
And turned into clunky words
That leave no trace of what they mean
Except to poets and children
Which are really the same thing
When you think about love, you do love a disservice
When you feel love, you are at one with all things
But when you embody love, you are the light of the world
And you, child, you are such a light in the darkness
What is beauty if not this?
To see a sea of contrast and recognise truth
Amongst conflicting ideologies and persuasions
That become meaningless
When in your arms
Defying the supposedly immutable laws of the Omniverse
And reining time to a halt

I'm looking for a Neurotic Girl
someone who will break down before I do
someone who's not afraid to cry,as the tea kettle boils,
after telling me about her problems.
Someone I can worry about,and do unselfish things for, and offer some comfort to,
someone who depends on me for a change.
I'm looking for a girl
who isn't too confident in herself,even though she's wonderful,
at least in my eyes.
Someone who hasn't got her entire life sorted out, just yet.
Someone who'll realise that I can be a nice person, behind the facade.

Because these days I'm wandering
from party to party
from pointless
city centre venues
and all-too-familiar and contemptible
small town social haunts
and all I see and hear
are the attention-seeking, the unreachably friendly, the distant
and the involved
All swimming in mediocrity
If you'll pardon the fake sophistication of that last metaphor
And all I'm left to do
is wonder what it would be like
to find someone
who I could be Introspective,
Debauched and Nihilistic with
A nice Neurotic Girl.

But I suppose that would invariably lead
to some sort of responsibility
in my otherwise self-absorbed existence
I would have to pretend that I am a proper kind of person
for the sake of my fragile lover's much needed feeling of security
I would take it upon myself
to go out into the world
to keep a sort of balance for the both of us
spending headache-inducing hours
with people whom I cant stand
while she sits at home
and smokes
in bed.