So here we are
I never thought you would stab me in the back
But hey
What are friends for
You always were one crazy sucker
I remember the time
You made me promise to love you forever
We sliced open our veins
And shared our blood
You said
I was your blood brother
Friend
You are no brother of mine
Back stabber
No I'm not your friend
I am nothing to you now
but a memory
One that will defianately
Not keep you warm
Within the womb of your old age
Not now
Because sweet friend
The last time you said cut me here and share
I forgot to sew you up again
I forgot to undo
The thing that we had created
I was fed up
Bored to death
Death
Has such a nice ring to it
I wont cut myself anymore
Not now your gone
Don't forgive me
Please I never want
Even that from you
I hope your bleeding brings you
All the desires and twisted peace
That you deserve

If only I could hold this moment
Within the eye of my dreamtime
Just so long
that it will turn into the reality
I so desire
When moments turn to look for minutes
Within the hour of your day
Will you then be free
To sail the clouds of knowing
And swim the ocean of understanding
Through which window
Do you desire
To fly
Come make no joke of freedom
It is real when only
You are free to ride the waves
And caress the storm which
Lay upon your doorstep
Ride high the ever knowing
Silence will be within
Your heart
Keep it safe
Keep it hidden
This way
You will be able to keep it forever
Within the eye of your dream time

To cushion the effects
that life has thrown in your face
To collect in cupboards the memory
of your faceless expression
To televise the news you sent to me
so freely leaving out the best bits
So i could create a world of my own
And the table is laiden with
All the good things money could never buy
Step lightly on the carpet of roses that
I have place for your tender feet to step
oh my there is so much freedom in your smile
I sigh long and hard
not knowing which way you have turned
or which tunnel you are hidding in

If I balance on a tight rope
Will my existence be sweeter than if
I topple this way and that
I think my lesson is in trying to stay
grounded whilst still balancing
Maybe I could on occations
topple off and sit awhile enjoying
What lies just past my veiw of thinking
And then maybe you would be so kind
To take my hand whilst I steady myself
Ready for the next topple this way or that

Underneath that barbedwire exterior
You smile your graces
and pretend you are untouchable
Within the lapse of reason you have created for yourself
there is a greater meaning to this all

I hate to be the one who justifies your reasons
and destroys your ideas of endless confession
There is no one who can help you here
Except yourself
And im not sure your ready or willing to even try

The sun sinks low behind the hills of repentence
Can you see the blood flowing
Like a stream unto the sea
Can you hear your memories of submission
As the wind gently flows through the bows of you mind

Shh
Listen carefully to the murmurrings of thine heart
The rythmic enchantment plays out the tune at the base
Of thine existence and yet you still move forward never
knowing where your journey will end

Others are touched by the sadness that surrounds you
Thinkingly they try to save you from the gift life has bestowed
upon your fevered brow and yet you look to them with
Contempt they are the ones who never understood
They become mirrors in which you see what you will never have

Leave my side you say to thine brothers and sisters
Who try to walk the same path be it for whatever reason they may have
In this difficult time move freely away from me with no guilt
Worry not for me as this is just as I had chosen for my life to be
Look upon your own life before looking upon mine
Change in your life what you will and leave me to my path for one day I too will surely shine

Peacefully you climb forward taking momentary steps backwards
before again  travelling  forward
This is the way it was always ment to be
Others must look upon their own sun and smile
upon their own children
Keeping them from harm in the winter of our world

Tomorrow
I may dream
of fields so green
Thoughts so pure
And love so real

Tomorrow I may dream
Of laughter which steals
the tears from childrens hearts

Tomorrow
I will find a new dream
But for today
And don't dare ask me why
I wish to dream of
Joan of arc

Random
surreal
Bazarre
No
She is my hero
So tonight we  
ride our horses across france in
search of a freedom seldom found
And when asked the meaning of it all
We shall tell the truth
Or burn
before the sun rises in the eyes
of children who have lost their strentgh
I will feel the faith of nations fall
And crumble
Today I will dream
Of joan of arc
Who burnt for her faith

Tomorrow I will stand tall before the world
And let them see my face
Then I shall let them see my heart
And then my soul
My strentgh becomes me

Tomorrow I will be free to dream
of fields so green
Thoughts so pure
and love so real