The prisoner
resides inside a cell,
the bricks, constructed
from the past

The bars
each one a different
regret,
I should have........
She should have.........
We should have..........
They should have......

Escape is possible
the light shines through
the bars

Paroled into the present
released into the hear and now,
the future with no bars.

The widow’s son
My father in me lives on

In Solomon’s temple
there was a key
In my fathers house are many mansions
That the blind do not see.

There's a door
I keep knocking on

But it never
opens wide

If I take my
eye off it,
it closes
from inside

I wish the one
from behind
the door
could see me

See me for
who I am

But all I can
do is keep
knocking
and hope
one day
they
can.

A child with an
imaginary friend

The creation of thought forms
lost to most
maybe
some can see?

What am I?
it’s a mystery to me
The visions that I see

What am I?
try to find a new one each day
Pass the time away

Sometimes I cry
for what am I?
Sometimes I laugh
for what am I?
Sometimes I sigh
for what am I?
Sometimes I'm happy
for what am I?
Sometimes I ask why?
for what am I?
Will I ever know
what am I?
Not I
but..... We!
To make these eyes see.

Can you remember
before you were born?

Can you see beyond
your grave stone?

Can you exist in your
own time zone?

Can you remember
before you had a
name?

Can you remember
the innocence before
the shame?

Can you remember
not knowing
what to be?

Can you remember
the things
you cannot
see?

Can you remember
all the
things
that
you
forgot?

Goodbye
will I see you
again?

Goodbye
I hope so
but........when?

Goodbye
there's no
hello
without you.

To all the goodbye's
I'm sure
waiting for
you again.

Smile like an amused infant
                       as
         the crow hops from
                the tree

Death there is no room for you
          close my eyes to see
    
 Wasps and poisonous serpents
       burst upon a blank page
                                                            ­                    
      The sun had licked at it
          yellowing with age

Rip you out and burn you!
       it's better this way

Having faced you so many times
      I'm stepping on a new stage

Time the clock
never forgot.

Without a word
while dreaming occurred
it's cogs kept whirling and turning.

Woken from my sleep
by the
BLEEP BLEEP BLEEP

It's time to press you'r button.

Chaos my friend
there’s only one way to be
To make these eyes see.

Pragmatic in the attic,
a calmness and clarity
it’s the only way to be
pragmatic in the attic
To make these eyes see.

Wild as the sea hag
leaping across ****** bay
Rosaleen
a vision of you
on this day

Wild Rosaleen
fear and love
in your face
can be seen

The world is wasting
for the lack of you,
Dark Rosaleen

Wild Rosaleen
tears of sadness
in your eyes
can be seen

Bring back the Dark Rosaleen
back from the minds
numbed by the machine

Wild Rosaleen
seaweed and grass
in your hair
can be seen.

I need an open day
to see it another way

Don't push me into this
I'll sink into the abyss

My mind is tuned into a certain sound
tomorrow I'll turn it all around.

There's sanctuary
to which I can flee,

Somewhere there's a door
you cannot open
locked inside of me

There I can enjoy
mysterious and
dreadful
freedom.

Home made zombie voodoo whistles past
Wicked pastiche
Betrayed and murdered
Sitting on beer crates
She admits how Unsalvageably evil she is
Sparkled in the moonlight
Fires were not uncommon
raise a quizzical eyebrow
Remove my coat
Sniffing language
Orange silver glow
Murky waters
Slime and filth.

Be careful what you think!
Anything could be true?
You could be me? and I could be you?

This thought starts growing inside my head
Is it me writing this?
or is it you instead?

This situation could be worse,
please find pen and paper,
write the next verse.

When I was little, a voice in my head, said.
“there’s a monster underneath my bed”

Not liking the fear that he gave.
A part of me was his slave.

I needed to be brave.
Look him in the eye.

It was time for a monster hunt.
Not knowing the word confront.

Eye’s closed.
Stick my head under the bed.
Open up after three.
There was nothing there to see.