All in, both feet,
I rise from the dead,
glug down some bean derived drink
revived fully and ready to rock n roll
I begin....

the Moon a ship-
gently rides the sea

on the horizon dreams form
allotted their time

black is the colour
as the door opens

a distant star fire
defies the sky.

I'm 25--
there's something so high fashion
about being a recluse

no?

a song sung in solitude
a way of being in a world of denial

takes more than can be imagined
by those immersed in noise

its a path taken by the few
taken in full knowledge of the pain

the pain and the reward
being misunderstood

solitude is a prayer
and prayer is all we have.

one finger pointing, for condemnation
one kissed cheek, for betrayal
one word, to demonise
one shared death, before paradise