Spread a kind song,
Unwind the dream,
Fall new on your veil.

Spread a soothing cold,
Twist the imaginary,
Surrender to the obscure burning.

I have a problem, it is my fault,
It grows within me, cancer I've got
As the time passes, it expands,
Isn't it funny? Clap your hands.

I have an issue, what a shame,
You are the victims, I'm to blame.
As the time passes, it contaminates,
Admiration turns to fear... I hate.


It's not dislike, it feels too strong,
Of the little I feel, what I feel feels wrong.
I become more of nothing, and grow more patient,
The fear's realized, I'm contaminated.


I'm keeping secrets, whatever they may be;
A multidimensional personality?
It's not much but I can be very complex:
I can't simply be confused, I'm feeling perplexed.

Isn't it scandalous, who would've thought?
I can't wait for the day my body will rot
It's not much but I can't distinguish pain
I only sense something's off 'cause my feelings are in vain.


The loneliness consumes me, guilt's the product of my fear.
I put on my mask, just like you asked, just because I care.
The cycle, it starts all over again:
I mask me for "love," and I "love" my "friends."

All those times you've dismissed me,
The times I've been ignored,
It may just be the little things
But they add up to more.

All those times that you'd mock me
Because I am different,
I change because it is "love,"
I change 'cause you're my "friends."

The loneliness consumes me,
Your love is bittersweet!
I always have to feed you,
Starving, I watch you eat.

Bittersweet becomes bitter
What's this I feel? Fear Hate?
No more I long for your "love,"
My funeral, I crave.

I hate the way you "love" me,
I hate the way you sing,
I hate your species' existence!
You know, tHe LiTtLe ThInGs.

The loneliness consumes me;
I feel painfully numb.
All you humans, you scare me,
I feel so unwelcomed.

I wear the mask you make me
So what else do you want?
Now, do you like what you see?
Perfectly nonchalant.

A swan cruised down Lough Atalia
as midnight struck this brisk November
a second followed in its wake.
Sparse weeknight traffic sews by,
Woven into the quiet breeze of a new Wednesday.

I listen to a few tunes as I cycled down The Line,
Pausing to note this moment
and gaze upon G-twn.

Life is a cycle with a lot of revolving bits and pieces that are always changing in a million different ways, separating and joining. But it’s all a cycle and everything is made of the same stuff with the same energy in life and death.

Flower bloom, Summer's end.
The past looms, no wounds mend.
Vicinal tomb. Please pretend
All is well, everything' fine,
And there is enough
Time is a flat circle,
Not a straight line...
Seasonal shift. Darkness find.
Self-cannibalistic, sequestered mind.
Life and death, nature's rhyme.
Final breath; peace from mind.

She stood on the edge of the cliff, suspended somewhere in the distance between me and the setting sun. She looked back towards me, waiting patiently at the foot of her elongated shadow.

Her eyes were brimming with tears. Barely visible streaks of salt water already stained her cheeks, but across her lips, a smile. Wide enough to show nearly all her perfectly aligned teeth, her lips taught, almost painfully stretched across her face.

A laugh escaped her throat, something between a laugh and a sob and a cry, cut short as her lungs forced her to gasp, then falling into a spasm of short, shallow breaths.

The words fell like diamonds from her mouth to my ears, scoring my brain with their edges, blinding my inner light with their aura.

I was swept away in the moment, which I thought could never possibly end. But of course it did. And the silence that followed left me shattered and alone.

An escape made in earnest
The quiet upkeep of missing links
An upheaval of something good
To relinquish all sanity
As cracks begin to race across the surface
Dividing the tension across abstract faces
The sound of a jet engine
And the wind that grows ever warmer
The final rays of light
On this endless, waxing summer
In a chemical solution