How much longer must I continue to live this lie?
The dishonest reasons of the passions in my life.
How much longer must I continue to tread this path?
The deceit of all those who will never know the half.

I can’t conceal myself,
I can’t deny my heart,
To dent the solid prism,
Is to tear my world apart.

How much longer must I continue to live this way?
The damaging letters from the men who make my days.
How much longer must I continue to walk this line?
The secret of my being I’ve hidden all this time.

When I hear that bell,
I know that I can wake,
From my nightmares and crazed thoughts,
Of drowning in a deep blue lake,
Of sinking into mud and dirt,
Of falling of the edge,
Of baking in the burning rays,
Like wilting flowers in a *** on the ledge.

Like a teacher marking a register,
Ticking away,
Like the devil taking life,
Ticking away,
Like a soldier praying for peace,
Ticking away,
Away, ticking away.

I wait and wait,
As life crawls by so slowly,
Hours of resting,
Hours of illusions,
Hours and hours,
Wasted.

I sit and stare,
I look around the room,
See the dripping tap,
The peeling paper,
The clock upon the wall.

The clock doesn’t move,
The hands have stopped,
But still hear the ticking,
From the hallway,
The painting of melting clocks.

The time grazes by so slowly,
And nothing happens fast,
The evil of my dreaming,
The moment couldn’t last for long,
The clocks move time along.

Around the sun i am flying,
Waiting to burn my life away,
Like a winters glowing fire,
Frozen in the chill of day,
To crash,
To die,
To hurt and bleed,
To fall,
To cry,
To sin and need.

Underneath the rainbow of time,
I will find my passion on the wind,
Through the window,
I see your face in the mist, on the glass,
As i reach to touch you,
You've moved on,
You've gone.

She was the chick with the ****,
The landlady of The Star,
She told me i was special,
That i might travel far,
She didn't know that guy was after me,
The blonde with the smile,
The stud behind the bar.

He took me upstairs,
He kissed me slow,
We made out,
And then i had to go,
He followed me home,
We played until the morn,
I couldn't help giving in,
To the pleasure of his form.

Only a raindrop falling down,
Can stop the tears from showing,
I'd pretend that it was the season of my discontent,
Only a raindrop falling down,
Can stop the years from telling,
All about how it was the season of my discontent.

I'm marked by the laughter,
I'm marked by the tears,
I'm marked by the seasons,
I'm marked by the years.

My heart is a flower,
Trying to grow,
My heart; it is learning,
The pain it shouldn't know.

The floodgates are open,
And a sea of people pours through,
In droplets, in teardrops,
In the water of the morning dew,
Feelings and emotions,
The reality of life,
The anguish of tomorrow,
The victim of trouble and strife.

My floodgates are broken,
For there's a crack that's spread its wings,
In anger, in danger,
In the breaking of another string,
Standing in the corner,
Looking into the unknown,
My reflection shivers lies,
Floodgates of flesh, skin, blood and bones.

The girl with the tights on fire,
Set alight,
Burning bright,
A flame of desire,
Walks into the crowded room,
Steals a glance,
Unique chance,
Innocence gone too soon.

(The child born on the Sabbath Day is bonny, blithe and good and gay.)

Arise, arise,
Scarlet skies,
Hidden sighs,
Prayers at night,
Moving light,
Sunday sights,
Religious dreams,
Woven seams,
Eyes gleam,
Prayers at night,
Moving light,
Sunday sights.

(Saturday's child works hard for a living.)

Ride the bus down a busy street,
Glancing at the passing folk,
The hidden personalities I'll never meet,
Rushing and running,
Heading on their way,
Their rushing from their homeland,
To greet the troubles of the day,
Saturday can be a peace,
It can be a hell.
It's a day on Earth,
That's it worth.

(Friday's child is loving and giving.)

I was given the gift of another day,
I can breathe deeply,
And smile to the sun of a Friday morn,
I feel like a child; I'm lucky i'm alive,
I feel blessed to have been born.

The weekend is approaching,
The stress of the week is unfolding,
My head starts to lighten,
And my shoulders loosen,
I'm happy,
I'm free.

(Thursday's child has far to go.)

Look at the road ahead,
I have never travelled it,
I'm scared of making my bed,
Before i've even laid in it,
But i have a destiny that i must reach,
That's the truth that Thursday breeds.

(Wednesday's child is full of woe)

Darling I love you,
You made me smile in the rain,
I'm feeling like a newborn babe,
In a world of Wednesday pain,
The clock is ever ticking,
And the sun would never rise,
But I look in to the mirror,
And see the sadness in my eyes.

Though your arms surround me,
And kisses make me weak,
It's of the misery and pain,
That I can never speak,
So deep inside, locked in this shell,
Are the fear and the dread,
The agony of knowing nightmares,
Await me when I rest my head.

(Tuesday's child is full of grace.)

An elegant flower upon my table,
A tulip standing proud,
Tuesday is upon me and the world is fine,
Friends gather near me,
We talk amongst the breeze,
We laugh at the seasons that bring us to our knees.

(Monday's child is fair of face.)

A beam of sunlight hits my eyes,
I wake to the sound of a bird,
The chirping travels through the beam,
And echoes to all my senses,
I'm alive once again on this tender Monday morn.

I cross across the marble floor to where the day awaits,
And see the children laughing at the foot of the garden,
The sound resounds, rebounds from the marble ground,
And makes its way through my nerves,
I'm alive once again in this gentle Monday dawn.

Day of the moon,
Leaves the week too soon,
Day of the moon,
Leaves the week too soon,
Day of the moon.

She wanders around trying to smile,
A brave face,
The picture of denial,
Tries to hide the hurt that grows,
Scared of rejection,
The youth and innocence that no one knows.

Nicola Bolt was working at staying strong,
A road often travelled,
Her journey is too long,
Scared of speaking out, of causing a revolt,
Afraid of crumbling below,
The poor lost soul of Nicola Bolt.

Twelve months are now drawing to a close,
And a new one is visible,
Resting on the horizon of my dreams,
We'll sail through the festive time of Christmas,
And wave goodbye to another year of life.

The robin will dance upon the snow,
As the bare branches grey and humble with time,
December is a truly blesséd time,
December is the wisest place to be,
So wave goodbye to another year of time.

Remember, Remember,
The truth of November,
The swirling winds,
The nights of blanket covered dreams,
A loved one in your arms,
Approaching the close of another year,
Unsure of which course to steer.

Hearing the distant crackle,
The distant whistle,
The far off bang,
A firework display,
November is a tangled month,
Happiness and emptiness,
Unsettling feelings everyday.

Ghosts, ghouls and gory creatures,
People plagued with disturbing features,
Prowling around; obscene,
It's the time for Halloween,
The air is eerie and bitter,
The voices of the night titter,
The echoes of warmer times disappear,
Leaving us filled with the need for loved ones to be near,
A jumper, a hat and a scarf,
A warming drink and heated bath,
A night indoors to keep you calm,
October is the month of dread and harm.

The sun has virtually vanished,
Occasionally waving its light from behind the clouds,
The air is warm and the breeze is still,
The leaves of September crunch and the twigs crack,
And as i walk the conkers roll in my path,
The chirping of a distant bird warming his nest,
Before the rain starts to disturb his rest,
Children grab the final strands of play,
And Autumn takes hold.

Summer still trips over every waterfall,
There are no clouds in the blue at all,
The heat is ever increasing and the leaves start to melt,
This must be the exact same feelings God once felt,
When creating the Earth.

Summer drifts between the day and night,
But night begins to chill without the light,
First signs of Autumn creep into view,
The crunch under foot, a sensation so new,
When traveling the Earth.

Midway through the twelve month period,
The year,
We feel the rays peer down from heaven,
The world looks bright and clean,
The smiles on children's faces gleam,
Always hear the laughter,
Forget the ever-after,
And live in blissful harmony in the month of June,
It could never arrive a day too soon.

31 days in which to live for the second,
A second chance to start over,
To come full bloom like the buds that have opened,
Emerald is the birthstone,
There's no need to be alone,
When the passion and heart of May grows,
Put on a new face, don some new clothes,
Explore the world in comfortable heat,
Before the indolent summer sun begins to find its feet.

Birds return to the lilac petals,
And bees begin to gather,
Those gentle showers make the roses grow,
April,
Aprilis,
Aphrodite,
No more hibernation,
The sun starts to warm the earth,
Happiness, glee and birth.

Spring has sprung,
The flowers start to grow,
The smell of freshly cut grass fills my soul,
The reason for my passion comes full circle and is whole,
I search in my gardens and i search among the breeze,
I look down at my life from the branch of the tallest tree,
I hear the faintest chirping from a newly hatched egg,
A tiny little bird tries to find its legs,
As it starts to walk a butterfly takes flight,
Declaring 'March is here, come enjoy the sights'.

Two hearts can become as one,
When the arrow from Cupid's bow,
Links the love that Saint Valentine grows,
This is the time when the sun begins to shine,
And one can see that all will be just fine,
February is a month of pleasure.

The ice no longer feels the need to freeze,
But rains down its drops of glee,
And through the storm and wind and pain,
One knows that love will be seen again,
Never fear entering February,
January is just another memory,
Kiss the past but hold onto the future.

Cold walls closing in around me,
The heat of midday sun in my brain,
Distance, such distance in the white box,
The picture of the white room spinning past my eyes,
The tension in my legs,
The teardrops stain my eyes,
Red, blood red and haunted,
I smile...that face smiles...the one that is not mine,
But a clowns,
The cover of the frozen screams,
A hand covers my mouth, not my own,
The one with the strings,
Pulling my strings,
Making me dance to his tune,
I am stiffly gliding in air,
My blood is pumping viciously,
Rush...I rush,
Explosions in my eyes,
It's free, and I'm dancing on electric breezes
Unknown sensations hit my body,
Aroused and agonised insane,
The time I spent in space with needle forced pleasure,
Floating in the clouds,
Running up buildings,
Biting my arms,
Blood running out and nothing is felt,
Just tingles so soft,
My body is touched from head to toe,
No inch spared,
The clawing nails,
I win, I lose, I start to fail.

Possibilities,
Endless possibilities,
Adventures,
New beginnings,
A world of adventures to see,
A land of new beginnings to taste and to try,
The chimes of the clock rang aloud,
See the sunshine part the clouds,
January arrives and the chance to start over is here,
A new leaf,
Happiness with passion,
Happiness,
No fear.

Each day a sun arises,
And with the closing of the day the moon appears,
A cycle that's unchangeable,
And happens from year to year,
But within each ordinary day a miracle occurs,
Like a shooting star or a raindrop falling on the icy lake,
Or a baby being born.

Spencer enters the world to explore the brand new sights,
From the comfort of his mothers womb to a world of calm,
Of love and peace,
His life, I hope, will be one filled with joy and cheer,
And the necessary feeling of knowing his family is near,
And as the wind changes and the seasons come and go,
I know that Spencer changeth, You'll see just how he grows.

You'll watch upon in wonder as he utters his first word,
Like the blind man who rejoiced at the sight of the mockingbird,
You'll watch upon in awe as, slowly, step by step he takes,
And the pleasure you will feel each morning that he wakes,
In a time where life can be so cruel and rushed,
Nothing silences the passion, this flame just can't be hushed.

Each day a sun arises,
And with the closing of the day the moon appears,
A cycle that's unchangeable,
And happens from year to year,
But within each ordinary day a baby can be born,
And like the river finds it way, dear Spencer will find your heart,
And locked like a locket on a pendant he will forevermore stay.

1.

For my sister this Christmas,
I wish joy and laughter,
I wish you happiness and love,
For now and forever and ever-after,
I wish you the bliss this season brings,
Everyday of your life,
Every second you live,
For my sister this Christmas,
I wish these wondrous things.

2.

Dear brother, hear the sleigh bells,
Hear them ringing aloud,
Watch the snow fall down in time,
To the story that they tell,
They tell of children smiling with glee,
They tell of happy times,
And the family that surrounds thee.

3.

Father, may the memories stay,
Forever in your mind,
And I pray all the peace and wonder,
You will always find,
Will last until eternity,
With every festive time.

4.

You made this year so special,
Mother, you made us all complete,
You made us smile and be cheerful,
You gave us food to eat,
The love that surrounds us,
Every time you are near,
Will always be with us,
Each and every year.

5.

Andrew, at Christmas,
I pray you are happy,
I pray you are pleased,
With all the treasure you receive,
Look to the New Year,
With hope in your heart,
And cherish every moment,
Every beat of your heart.

6.

To a dear Grandmother,
You always make us smile,
We're always glad you're here,
And at Christmastime especially,
We're truly glad you're near.

7.

Auntie, this is my Christmas wish,
I wish that you know kindness,
The joy of a Christmas wish,
I hope you realise that you are dearly loved,
So enjoy this festive season,
With family,
With love.

8.

Sarah, it is Christmas,
The snow begins is dance,
The candle follows suit,
Joining the chanting trance,
The tree is decorated,
In reds, silvers, gold's,
This is a very special time,
That in your heart you'll hold.

I stood staring into the coffin,
And saw my eyes looking back at me,
Petrified by the gaunt expression,
A face that's given in to depression,
And hurting,
Still hurting,
Oh hurting,
And never any peace.

I stood staring into the coffin,
And saw a face destroyed by the drugs,
Devastated by the traps of lies,
A glimpse of a tear as i start to cry,
I'm burning,
still burning,
Oh burning,
And never any peace.

I stood staring into the coffin,
And saw my heart resting in its depth,
Solitude and the pain of living,
A beat that refuses to start giving,
I'm dying,
Still dying,
Oh dying,
And never any peace.

You know that in the silence there is a volume of sound,
A whisper of the decadent falling to the ground,
Their jewels and their poise,
The china faces and steady stances crumbling to the floor of marble like broken toys,
A weeping victim now laughs at the corrupt as they fail,
Their alibis and cover-lies aren't fit for humans now.

They collapsed under the weight of deceit, that decadent class,
Of champagne flutes and crystal glass,
Now standard thrift-shop plastic beakers,
Stalking 'round in second hand sneakers,
No noise from the debauched, not a sound of relevance,
The bliss of watching it unfold, the descent of decadence.

I could dive into your love,
And spread your lips with ease,
I could take you up to heaven,
You could take me where you please,
With all your might why don't you,
Hold my branch so tight,
And gently stroke the bark,
So i can stand upright.

I'll aim for the tunnel,
The honey-*** of gold,
And swoop with such tenderness,
Just like blue movies told,
I'll caress the upper mounds,
While down below I'll play,
We'll be the image of unity,
Like two statues erected in clay.

I'll spin you 'round to face the mirror,
With your back so kindly turned,
And deep into another cave,
You'll feel my spirited sword burn,
Like Mount Etna i shall erupt,
You are now down on your knees,
I'll spray over you my water,
Like the waves from violent seas.

You'll swiftly motivate your tongue,
To taste the salty drops,
As Etna starts to calm himself,
And the mighty eruption stops,
We, entwined like two vines,
Shall rest our throbbing hearts,
At peace, at ease, in loving times,
Like swans that never part.

She no longer wants me,
She has turned her back,
The most evil of ways,
To give her whip a crack,
An email was sent to say how she felt,
To tell me her 'uncomfortable' thoughts,
That the cards i have played should never have been dealt,
And my heart was snapped in two.

Look at the cat resting on the roof of my garden shed,
Alert but at peace,
Never moving but always on the prowl,
As heavy as a leaf that gently blows along the breeze,
The mercy of nature brings me crashing to my knees,
Begging please.

He sees a bird, this gentle cat,
And follows closely with his eyes,
Then pounces and achieves the falcons demise,
His next meal is secured,
And happily he can rest again - alert and at peace,
All at once his future is assured,
And he bows his head to Mother Nature for the blessings of her creation.

My face was disfigured when i joined the circus,
A purposeful disguise,
To cover the sadness in my eyes,
The hurt in my voice is silenced behind a mime of joy,
Freaks of the circus never matter,
Hidden beneath grotesque chatter,
I cry inside when i hear their jeers,
The joke of all my peers,
The skill of failing when flying high,
Is the skill of dying when the chances pass you by,
Driven into a shell that from the ocean sprang,
This circus freak will dwell,
Oh the tales i could tell,
If i hadn't given in,
If only i never fell.

My eyes are red from weeping,
And my skin has wrinkled under the strain,
Of stopping teardrops from taking their deadly fall,
From the cheek to the muddy ground beneath,
Where i place this wreath,
With colours that sing of you when i see them,
Green for the emerald in your eyes,
Pink for the tender lips i pressed to mine,
Yellow for the dress that you wore when first we danced,
And red for the warmth in your smile when we took that chance.

An actor like me deserves an award,
For the scars and the hurt i never expose,
But the mystery of passion hits a chord,
And strikes the danger of the tenderest nerve,
No less than i deserve.

I met you for coffee in a little café,
Little in size - Starbucks was its name,
It was the perfect place to act out my scene,
Of turning a friend into the lover of my dreams,
But i turned to a child and shied away,
As i held out my hand,
Cold winds pushed it my way.

If i told you i loved you, would you laugh in my face?
Or purchase more coffee to take us through time and space?
I lost myself in the scent of your smile,
And i stopped to ponder the magic for a while,
I'll never forget our stolen afternoon in a little café,
Where our flowers came full bloom.

I spoke to Jesus,
He told me his plans,
To set Earth on fire,
Destroy every man,
I said, 'don't do it Jesus',
'That's the devil's call',
He said, 'we're one and the same',
And mankind's gonna fall.