The blues is hot on my heels
But if I keep travelling it stays a step behind
And if I drink and smoke it hides in the shadows
And sometimes when I listen to music
It invades me
And finds a good spot
And sits comfortably
For a while
But then it finds me again
Because man is made to suffer

Soul-mates come from hollywood
I know better than to love
It is as real as money
And when the banks burn
and people ask what was real
fingers will point in all directions
indicating nothing

I am ready now
In whichever form you come
To love you truly

That you love me back
Is my only condition
O perfect lover

Yesterday
I heard a street preacher
Ask a man
If he had found god
And he replied
"I have money and health
I don't need god"
This struck me as very true
And
I wasn't sure who I hated more
Out of the three

My foot
on the small of your back
Your lips
at the foot of my ****
We rise
and fall
together

It's ok to smile once in a while
it can sometimes make you laugh
it kind of just feels good to do it
It's ok to think of life as a joke in these moments
because you need a good joke to laugh
at
this
****

As I dip my rod
In a vat of excrement
I wonder
What made me
like this?

There
isn't even the shadow of a heart in there
is
There?
Love
Is an old shopping cart
in
a stagnant lake to
you

If only you could read between the lines

I Love my baby
But my baby is bi
She loves me too
And girls on the side

I dont know what made her
Live through this dichotomy
Maybe it's her DNA
Or maybe society

The man who had all the time in the world
For whom the clocks stopped ticking
Didn't know what to do with himself
And soon enough
Not an amount of time you can measure
But soon enough
He prayed for death
And to have less time

The baby
Who was born with all knowledge in his head
Went straight for the razor
And cut this whole thing short

Whatever the ******* want it to be...
Unless you don't want it to be.

If you say I sound bitter
Well,
I'm not your baby sitter
I can't tell you that Eden awaits in the clouds
That the perfect one
Is out there
And so forth

We have to sift through the shadows
To find the light my friends

You may win the rat race
But you will still be a rat

Life is like the M25
Circular and eternal
Covered in tarmac
With little skid marks
And Little Chefs
Life isn't really like the M25
Nothing is really like anything

"I want to write the last banned book"
You used to say
And you bullied people with your words
Your ability for words
Your way with words
But you never read the silent people
Who couldn't find the words
That you used so liberally
You never tried to translate their
Solitude and turmoil
And you ended up writing
Some of the many
Forgotten
Strings of words

There's only one kind of normal
But infinite types of weird

I want to fade away
like Faye Dunaway

I hope we die simultaneously

I am an extension of some primal will to survive
But something bigger in here
Is asking
Why

My best friend was a dog called Hermes
And he's long gone
And a wise man once said
That love is a dog from hell

I knew you well
And I can picture you right now
On your own
In your room
With only your beauty
And be pretty sure that you are just there
On your own
With only your beauty to keep you company
*****
And writhing miserably
Sometimes
But not mostly
And I'd have liked you without your beauty
But you are there now
On your own
With only your beauty
But your beauty was nothing in the end
Really

Big words
Don't make for big feelings

And it's a train coming

The Melting ***
Is a fallacy
It's more like mixing sand and water
One always sinks to the bottom
Usually the one that there is the least of

I tried to be positive
And it's hard seen as everything dies and turns to dust
But at least
Every second
Is a new second
And I don't know what it will bring me

Do you get angry
When others
Don't abide to your moral code?
Because we all have one
And no one is right
From mother Theresa to Charles Manson
And then we die

A small butterfly
In Victoria station
No one notices

The late worm
Misses the bird

Kids in states
In estates

build towers with your thoughts
and watch them crumble down
between chaos and order
balance can't be found

If you want to love,
Knock your head with a rock
Until you are blind
To blaring truth

There will always be a gap between what I say





And what I mean

I am a little bit of everyone i have met
and i dont know
where you end
and i begin

When I drink
My third eye
Weeps

Ever since you left me
I can see ends built into beginnings
Everywhere
You ******