They say we all evolved
that life's mystery has been solved
but I don't have fins so I can swim
nor can I fly with outstretched wings
yet still they say its evolution
the one and only true solution
or is there a more logical conclusion?

That we were all created from dust
and at some point all return, we must
but what as humans makes us unique?
- for its the truth we yearn to seek
Do you think a horse sits and wonders of its course?
- of why its turned into burgers without remorse
A fly doesn't question why
it eats **** for breakfast and doesn't cry.

How man can stand fully upright
and has unique eyesight
with our colour vision
and the vision to understand future decisions
taste buds to experience every flavour
morality to conduct our very behaviour
that we clothe ourselves to hide our shame
or reason things with our extraordinary brains
Did you know that only humans blush?
- or have the desire to live our lives plush.
So think for a moment isn't it logical to assume
that we were all created and not from a big boom!

She sells her body to strangers
for a hot meal and a cup of coffee
sometimes they don't even pay her
sometimes its just for free
all so she can escape
her reality.

Standing on street corners
between lost and abandoned
a friend tried to warn her
but never had she fathomed
it would turn out like this
from her lemonade stand
to giving it away with a kiss
picked up by another man
she's reminded of her father
on his finger is a band
as he wraps his arms around her
the odour is overpowering
his body weight
and laboured breathing
its getting late
she must be leaving
to another bed where she sleeps alone
and nightmares await
of old men's groans
she's no ones baby girl
an adult at only seventeen
her grandmother said she was a pearl
but how can she forget the things she's seen
worn down to a piece of grit
by a thousand grubby hands
she's been abused and hit
this tiny piece of sand
someone so insignificant
that no one will remember
a boy told her she was heaven sent
right before he used her.

She's become numb to the words
she's become numb to their touch
there's no place left in this world
its all become to much
so she closes her eyes
for one last time
and heads to the sky
where they can never find.

I've written so many words
but never found the right ones
to pen how special you were
now they no longer spill from my tongue
as I have been rendered mute
to know there will be no more sun
and the hearts have all changed suit.

This final verse hangs on deaths ears
like autumn leaves that fall
what remains now are the tears
and these words penned by a fool
I tried my best to appreciate
but Cupids bow was drawn too late
now this heart has become a *****
to dig its own shallow grave
at least they will lie together
and rue fates final endeavour.

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.