my grazed feet flood
across early floors
blank stares flock from
wide open doors
cellular hearts seize
at bridges centuries old
like cast iron barricades
never done as I'm told
             heart is young
but brain is so old
if the wires don't cross
             that's why it is cold
you can finally blame this
on my every word
as if it's always my fault
and it's never quite heard

clouds of chamomile
and locks of lion's mane
sleeping in silence
with his biblical name
his lips as soft as snowflakes
he's my night-time in forever
he asks me when i'm waking
never, ever, ever

When I'm set aflame
I'll burn through the night
     and I’m afraid
the fire burns
     so hot and **so bright

You said that you'd give
Everything to me
But I'll give it to myself
Everything single little thing

Put together this thousand piece puzzle
I've got cities in my head
And I build them from rubble

There beneath the surface
A clock-face there in two
Time forever broken
A darkened saddened hue

His finger in my mouth
when a whispered speak
The only exception
that made me weak
Splintered at numbers
that are left on re-dial
Watching the clock
3am denial

A galaxy of spindles
An indefinite of life
Behind a curtain of web
Lives a hidden
   blinding
            light

Dress me in purple.
In violet.
In pink.

Say that I am Abused.
Used.
Even wrongfully accused.

Tell me I’m evil.
Damaged.
A freak.

But the best parts of you
only exist in the words that I speak.

I climbed up inside you
In a way that would weave
A heart to a heart;
With all the tricks up my sleeve

When you left in the morning
I lay there in bed
Slowing dying
From the tears that you'd shed

I spit in your fire
and it hungers my heat,
It boils
    and rages
      to my sugar beet.

Smothered to a flicker
when you curl
at a flame;
but fires won't light
when I'm whispering your name.

Playing with an idea
that got tangled in my hands
wrapped around the concept
of all my selfish demands

I'll be the architect
of my own tragic demise
when I'm building my walls
as high as the skies

it's framework and scaffolding
that place bridges in our pale blue sky
so can you stop at level crossings
and ask yourself why?

knotted fraying ropes
just to pull a silver moon
but behind midnight dreams
our visions are somewhat strewn

I am what you need
When you don't want anything else
You are what I want
When I can't find it somewhere else

You need to see the light
How it beams in my eyes
The way the green changes hue
Like the mystical skies

How a sadness runs through me
Like a nail in a wall
When I cracked at the surface
But I never could fall

A child of November
that was born into the night
carried by a sadness
on a bed of hidden light

Behind his frosted eyes
is a forest of emerald green
the autumn leaves are magic
from the day of eighteen

Beneath his skin a hint
of olive yellow tone
from a pouring heart of love
never truly sewn

It's almost morning
And it's cold outside
I'm walking home
From the club, I cried

There's a silence
            I can hear it
And it feels so loud
But I saw you dancing in the crowd

If only had I listened
To the things you'd said
Then perhaps I would not
End up alone in bed

Tracing fingers
obliged to stroke a map
float across a pond
and dance with just a tap
lands of promise
and secrets yet to see
take us to the places
that they said I'd never see

It does not matter
What is under your vest
But what's inside your heart
Not what's bulking your chest

You see that's the problem
With the laws of attraction
Laws can broken
By a deeper connection

running like water
a call at the the lips
love locked in
air tight
a kiss

I cannot replace
what I lost in you
but watch me now
that I'm not with you

My garden                
is filled with flowers
flowers and **thorns

time
is mother nature’s sewing machine
and it will fix you
right up

You shy from the truth
that brings us to our end
That it slowly is upon us
but the time we can bend

you know that
when we are folded
well into the night
your arms
and your body
are like the warmth of a summer
long overdue
but after a lifetime of winter
i did not know
that even in the winter
the sun
was here all along

i am so easily hurt
so easily hurt
and my time draws closer
it’s like a flame to a bedsheet
i will go up in the night  
and finally i will sleep
because i have a lifetime of tiredness
but the tears i cried will never put out the flame
and so whether it’s a bedside of pills
or a swinging from a tree
i am sorry for what i did to you
and i am sorry for me
but it’s goodnight for you and us
and it’s goodnight from me

I'm still falling
from when I hit the wall
My lifeless body
had forbid me to crawl
Still quite the punchbag
but not quite the son
Taught the lesson
to know when to run

coiled there beneath a smile
draped in the betrayal of white wine
beneath the blanket of another lover
that's where you'll find what is mine

if i had poured a glass of red
perhaps i'd not have shared my bed
so 3 more years can hit the clock
and we can watch it
tick
tick
tock

If you could see
The things that I've seen
Then you'd never feel
Entirely clean

And if you could feel
The things I've felt
You'd also have a heart
That would not melt

Please go harder
        Now faster
Then stop
If only enough time
    To keep our eyes
        On the clock

I met you at one
when you poured me some wine.
You followed me to bed
and you made yourself mine.

A hand placed on your knee,
ran a shiver up your spine.
You're doing over a hundred,
but you can't go back in time.

On December 25th
there's a silence in your head
Memories of me distant
and by summer will be dead

You will see my face in lights
that dangle in the street
But the winter sings a lone song
with the snow around your feet

The scent of Christmas wakens
every fibre of your being
And I'll be the long forgotten gift
that you will not be seeing

He ran with his head
and tripped over his words
               a sleeping poet
with nothing but his thoughts

go find another lover
you can take him to the stars tonight
he can push you against the car
but he won't hold you as tight  

and he can tell you things
that will help you forget
but what you will find in the sky
is my name and regret

I bend at all your ridges
And you fit at all my seams
        You're lay right there beside him
But it's me that's in your dreams

        It's becoming quite so apparent
That you belong with me
But the problem with this story
        Is that it has it's folds
So let's just keep our distance
To keep it at it's close