theres distance
distortion
and I cant get my thoughts in order
thats comfort, mind contortion
sort of boredom
as I saway my head the music picks it uup and
up and dow and up
my arms a-reachin for the keys and speak easy through my fingers typing slowly nice typeface in line with my mind that races ah snails pace
how can confusion be a crime whn all there is is wasted time

O solitude! if I must with thee dwell,
     Let it not be among the jumbled heap
     Of murky buildings; climb with me the steep,—
Nature's observatory—whence the dell,
Its flowery slopes, its river's crystal swell,
     May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep
     'Mongst boughs pavillion'd, where the deer's swift leap
Startles the wild bee from the fox-glove bell.
But though I'll gladly trace these scenes with thee,
     Yet the sweet converse of an innocent mind,
Whose words are images of thoughts refin'd,
     Is my soul's pleasure; and it sure must be
Almost the highest bliss of human-kind,
     When to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee.

The words whispered to him
Condoned choice
Callings are pre-determined
And thus,
Accidentally straying from fate,
Only the old who wrote the book
On beholding the untold
Could aid the escape of our Living Receiver

Behind his absent eyes
Cerebral devices splice
his dreams and memories
Concocting criminal schemes
And fictitious beliefs
Provoking defiance in face of his deficit;
Obscene offences against an act of
salacious pretence
Donning falsified bones on a
Deep black slab of cotton

Sorry, firstly, for what I said,
what I did and how I hid it.
Forgive that I was so severe.
Your tears, they sting,
my lips they sear.

i dream of you every night
in my bed is your smile, your voice, your laugh
your hands follow my thighs, my hips, my face
we're happy

i wish i had more than these synthetic moments
but you'll only ever be dream
we'll only ever be a dream
it's when i wake up that the nightmare begins