A place with nothing, only feeling
senses gone dark.
Everywhere is nowhere near
but I know you are there.
I will find you in this dream,
clean, supreme, I will find you.

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.

Your face comes flying in,
Seeking solace in my mind.

Many thoughts flying
And sides trying
To find the underlying meaning
To words actions and mannerisms
Winding up in a cataclysm -
Quickly turning to the television
In a fog, thick mist, I’m foraging
For a piece of me thats readable
Or even just believable
I’m a liar, I envy the friar
To whom the word is dropped down
For them to pray on and drop down
To their knees and say “Oh
God you guided me
Kept your eye on me
When I couldn’t see
And I believe
I believe”
But if I did so blindly seek
Affirmations from this heaven freak
There’s so much to concede
Cos my world is telling me
We don’t deserve equality
No, Earth’s no hell
But its a hell of a monstrosity
Good god
Is for those with no gut for suffering
For those who can’t bear uttering
Words that simply bounce around a void
Devoid of meaning and shattering
Their dreams of happiness
Good god
Suddenly this entity
Is growing heavy with hostility
Who's the enemy?
Think I’ll choose quite pleasantly/vasectomy
Over your supremacy

Letters placed in hollowing order
Targeting those apart from their origin
Summoning the souls of those that surround them
Life torn from limbs, placed at what cost into pages
In a screaming effort to reunite sense with brutality

Now we sit, back on Earth
I am looking into your
fragile
eyes
and they are split
with shards of what used to be

There's a land I entered,
In my reflection I see it entered me too!

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

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

Family cat is feeding.
He shoots, I stagger.
My neck is bleeding.

Round the corner he curls up.
Need some help over here.

Family cat is feeding.
His family won't feed him.
******* family cat.

He walked into the empty room
to his knees I saw him fall
on the window was a mirror
no escape from his own soul

There was a little old lady
And I guess her name was Toad
Cos' every time I'd see her
She would ribbit, croak and moan

There hoppin' over potholes
Whilst I was whistlin' on my own
Bet I'd see her later on
Low rollin' dow-n the road

I joined her by a river
We were standing toe to toe
I hissed like a loud hog snake
And her arms did let me go

The water came a rushin'
My back was brown and wet all through
But her legs they weren't a wadin'
She gleamed as I turned blue

I hated nightmares
but bad dreams make the world
a far nicer place