To dream is all I ask....
to escape is all I need....
to bask in the golden glow whilst time fades silently into the past
oh yonder morn please wait for me
for I exist between this world and next
neither here nor there but in the fractures of space between
a silent stone cast upon a sea of dreams
the ripples awake me now and I am no more.

If seeing is believing
then I guess you will be leaving
every emotion, every feeling
that you were receiving
behind.

For every person you have ever loved or even hated
you once shoved or even dated
was just a lie
as love and hate are just emotions
a state of being
a set of notions
that don't involve seeing.

A blind man doesn't need his eyes
to see the truth
on them he does not rely
he just needs the proof
as through his minds eye he can realise
because his minds eyes are his real eyes.

For he does not see the wind
but feels his coat being pinned
to his very skin
and can't visualise electricity
but with his real eyes he does see
that the power it generates
is real to he.

Now even though we can't see God
doesn't make him a concept of mans mind
dreamt up by all mankind
all you have to do is read
his very word through the bible
then you too will believe
and be liable to see.

The truth from fiction
the reality from prediction
for every past conviction
isn't a contradiction
as some would have you believe
because they only use their eyes to see.

Now even though you're reading this with your eyes
you're now slowly starting to realise
that believing comes from the mind and being wise
for the eyes are just deceiving
and seeing isn't believing.

My ego craves attention
there's no smoke without fire
so give me your affection
of it I will never tire
tell me I am handsome
tell me I am kind
let's just have some fun
whilst you play with my mind
call me intelligent
say I am gorgeous
my ego is evident
my ego is porous
soaking up your compliments
letting it expand
keep stroking my ego
keep feeding it so
it's not really me though
just so you know.

I will rock your world
take you to unseen places
make you feel like a little girl
I will be your oasis
come let me quench your thirst
and satisfy your hunger
it will feel like your first
I will make you feel younger
hurry though because I'm in demand
there's a queue outside my door
so lets not pretend
you won't be wanting more
I will be your addiction
your selfsame drug of choice
about me you will write fan fiction
whilst I leave you moist
you will want me in your bed
you will want me to come knocking
but remember everything I've said
its just my ego talking.

I hate the word suicide
probably because I can relate to that pain inside
so whenever I hear that word
I pretend it's something else I heard
like vending machines
or if those that vend can also dream
do machines really dream of electric sheep?
and instead of snoring do they actually beep?
is the food not dropping another form of rejection?
even though it's taken my money into it's collection
these are the sort of things I question
as I think of vending machines
instead of my suicidal tendencies.

I borrowed another man's wife
just to see what it was like
she felt like an old sweater
I wish I had never met her
wearing someone else's clothes
but that's just how this story goes
a tale of twisted deceit
of two people caught in heat
stolen embers of a dying marriage
that relationship died in Paris
a bitter sweet honeymoon
they sealed their love in the catacombs.

Two wrongs don't make a right
yet still their passion did ignite
an unused match created a spark
on something new they would embark
but this relationship was doomed
from this maidens voyage
for jealousy did all but consume
because of one bad choice
let this be a warning I share
over a misguided affair
turning something blue
just to try something new.
I left her at Piccadilly station
waiting for a train
there's no way this relation
could ever happen again.

I need not be loved
only to give it
it cannot be rushed
you have to live it
it is not jealous
or filled with pride
its not what you tell us
or what we confide
its not a concept of our mind
this could be the hardest lesson
for true love is blind.

It asks no questions
and needs no answers
Its not about feeling
its just about being
for every moment that we are existing
its only love that we're resisting
so let go of preconceived notions
you don't need any love potions
just allow your heart to radiate
for any time you hesitate
or live in hate
you deny your true calling
as its about faith
and not about falling.

True love is giving it all
as its unconditional
love isn't about holding on
it's about letting go
it's not about right or wrong
or what you know
it's not about what you receive
its about what you show
which is why I now must leave
so we can grow.