Demons are lurking in the shadows of reality
and in trying to find my sanity
everything's confusing in my fragile state of mind
the shadows lurking are so hard to find
i'm trying to stay strong
but everything i'm doing seems so wrong
darkness is starting to eat at my mind but there's nowhere to hide
i'm starting to fall
i'm afraid i'll lose it all.

And when I look into the mirror she looks away
I've lost her,I lost her when I was silent,
I lost her when they made me the prey
She left me and I started caring no more.
Maybe I don't even know her any more


She was the girl who cared for everyone
The heaven lost,the devil won.
I can't drown my demons they know how to swim.
Her demons, how did she even trim?


Without her I'm dead but I'm alive.
I probably lost half of her when I was just five.
Where is she? Where is the real me?
My eyes are blind I just can't see.


I remember there was nothing that made her fear.
They used her like a paper and made a tear.
I can't find her but I want her back.
Ha! The real me? They threw her out in a sack!

And I knew this girl,
She straightened, she curled
Just to meet up the idea of beauty
To impress others she felt it was her duty.

She was fat and chubby,
Nevertheless she was always called grubby.
She never fit their idea of beauty
Ha! How she thought it was her duty!

Size zero was something she wanted but never got.
And so all they did was leave her to rot!
She hated herself for the way she looked.
But who knew, deep inside real beauty she cooked.


Her beauty was inevitable
But how the world saw her was terrible.
So what if she never fit their idea of beauty?
Little did she know,it was never her duty!

Dear stormy mornings
On the sea
You make me happy
With so many shades of grey
Tucked into one line of sight.
I can see power in your
Subtle waves that almost look
Opaque
And the wind
Blows across you
The sea birds
With their nimble wings
Serve as proof to your majesty
When they struggle
Against your gales.
The stony beaches
Smooth pebbles
And large rough boulders
Match the flavor of the line
Where the sky
meets the water.
Dear stormy mornings
On the sea.
You are incredibly
Beautiful.

i am not in love,
nor am i out of love, just
stuck in the middle.

All in green went my love riding
on a great horse of gold
into the silver dawn.

four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
the merry deer ran before.

Fleeter be they than dappled dreams
the swift sweet deer
the red rare deer.

Horn at hip went my love riding
riding the echo down
into the silver dawn.

four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
the level meadows ran before.

Softer be they than slippered sleep
the lean lithe deer
the fleet flown deer.

Four fleet does at a gold valley
the famished arrows sang before.

Bow at belt went my love riding
riding the mountain down into the silver dawn.

four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
the sheer peaks ran before.

Paler be they than daunting death
the sleek slim deer
the tall tense deer.

Four tall stags at a green mountain
the lucky hunter sang before.

All in green went my love riding
on a great horse of gold
into the silver dawn.

four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
my heart fell dead before.

little devil I see you there
standing on the open fire,
pitch fork in hand, marsh
mellows cooking doing well,
devilish snack .

little devil dancing on the
bones of wood, skulls of burnt
pine cones burnt to black.
crushing them under foot I
hear them snap.

Flakes of flame dance in the
air, as the little one plays with
the flame dancing caressing
around him. Like it is alive and
knows who stands before it
flames engulf the air.

Shades change from orange
to red to white hot and back,
I look and the flame smiles back.
was I dreaming or was it that
skunk I smoked, wow I'm so going
to have quit that. ****** and fire
don't mix as take one last puff and
the fire consumes it smiling back..

a careful and a thoughtful kind of man
standing on the edge of all he knows
timing is the most important thing to him
counting all his reasons as he goes...

watching everyday as days draw near
how he'd like to leave it all right now
tomorrow holds the answer, soon it's yesterday
gone without a trace and this is how

a careful and thoughtful kind of man
standing on the edge of all his fear
waited 'til his boy was nearly nine years old
daddy taught him well to disappear.  

never let them know you're leaving town
spend some time and money on the kids when you're around
be sure to have your picture taken all together then
leave when they're asleep without a sound.

"Where you going Pa", your little man
turn around and see him in the porch light if you can
"I'll be back in just a while" is what he heard you say
watched his daddy slowly walk away.

here we go, another wasted year
thought about the reasons that you had to disappear
nothing's sounding sweeter than the ones you left last spring
timing is the most important thing