fifty miles from the nearest store
tucked back into the oaks and pines
where doves die, and vultures soar
where the warming sun never shines

he sits in his ply board home
in the dew drops of dampened dreams
he would rather be wet and alone
he says it's not as bad as it seems

heating water in a ***** ***
for his morning pine needle tea
he really believes he has a lot
though he has less than you and me

he hits the trails to check his traps
hoping for a protein boost
he collects greens and mushroom caps
everything he sees, has a use

people say he isn't worth a dime
like a dime is all they can see
he thinks they're not worth his time
he thinks they're not living free

in the highlands, on top of a hill
it sits like a castle of broken will
closed for years, it's occupied still
by lowly souls who are unfulfilled

the chains and shackles redeem their pain
they rattle with rusty dying moans
the empty corridors scream in vain
these tortured souls are still alone

the ***** tables and ****** straps
can no longer hold the desperate minds
misery and death, in human traps
hands can't pray when tied in binds

they scream their stories into my ear
they show the scenes to my crying eyes
ghosts of doom, torture, and fear
stuck in between, where angels never fly

in the highlands, on top of a hill
it sits like a castle of broken will
closed for years, it's occupied still
by lowly souls who are unfulfilled

it's ok to **** yourself
as long as you do it right
they way i've found for myself
drink heavy and eat light

it's alright to take the oath
live fast and die young
youthful days, i gave my most
i lived the song i sung

it's ok to drown yourself
in your phlegm and some wine
that's the way i find myself
i **** myself to pass the time

we promise not to see each other
but i see you every night
i close my eyes
and know soon you'll be in sight

i time travel in my bed
back to you, back to us
to a future where we thrive
with no fights or mistrusts

it's torture to spend all night
with you in my head
and then when morning comes
wake up all alone in bed

the sun was out yesterday,

all day.



logs stacked, sticks sorted and tidied,

categorised in various piles, those

for keeping, some for disposal.



relocate the little bird house, robins

wait as does the cat nearbye.



in and out avoiding neighbours,

no time for chat.

finish the outdoor painting.

fall into bed early.



next morning the solar lights still

flashing, the sun shone all day.



sbm.