Lustful glances, from an empty heart,
Plenty of chances, she's a cheap ****,
This dancefloors a graveyard,
Their dignity lies in shards,
I judge, yet I still take part,
I'm the joker in this pack of cards.

A subtle glance, from a beating heart,
Only one chance,for a brand new start,
This dancefloor's a pathway,
To more than just a ***** lay,
I'm nervous, yet still i take part,
Moments that keep lonliness at bay.

Why must you judge me?
The thoughts hidden in my head,
And you can't see my soul,
Can you hear this plea,
Please let me be free.

Why must you control me?
It's my path that i tred,
It's under control,
So why can't you see?
Please let me be free.

Why must you protect me?
Trust me instead,
That should be your role,
That is the Key,
Please let me be free.

Why must you decieve me?
it's lies that you've fed,
My happiness you stole,
You and your jealousy,
Won't let me be free.

Why must you forsake me?
Our friendship is dead,
It's lost in the hole,
It's the way it must be,
I choose to be free.

This could be beautiful,
If you let it,
But you strain against convention,

Time and again,
I’m left in the cold,
Along with the masses,
You bask in a warm glow,
Individuality,

I try to match you,
You’re one step ahead,
This could be beautiful,
But you never look back.

the path is frequented,
with thunderous footfall,
each step,
dramatic,
and unique,
a brand new journey,
into the known,
living a life,
of your creation,
thats been lived before.

there's nothing significant,
in your footfall,
each step's a drop in an ocean,
it's a welltrodden path,
you walk upon,
living a life,
devoid of chance,
devoid of real impact.

kid yourself you matter,
with crashing footfall,
each step is echoed by steps,
of others on the journey,
marching in time,
living a life,
that forms a story,
with no hidden ending.

with your fate established,
your every footfall,
each step,
dramatic,
fearful,
don't deny the journey,
its chance to impart,
living in life,
your joy and your pain,
your fear and your hope,
your smiles, your tears,
your rage, your calm,
your personalities,
you've never lived them before.

While watching,
A brief desire to join,
Is doused by internal doubt,
The genuine laughter,
Of shared experience,
A kind in which I cannot partake,
I am an observer,
The saddest life of all.

While watching,
A thought strikes me,
Are they observers too?
How would I know,
That their shared experience,
Does not belong to them?
observing an observer,
But am I alone?

While watching,
A conclusion forms,
Somebody must be unique,
it's hard to explain,
somebody’s lived their stories,
maybe them but not me,
I am but an observer,
And I have nothing at all.

while watching,
I realise that life,
is naught but a recital,
of things I do not know,
so while I listen to their stories,
I see but I don't feel,
I'm just an observer,
my world isn't real.

While watching,
My life before my eyes,
I see that I’m mistaken,
I just couldn’t see,
That I was blind to the experience,
That life was to me,
I’m no longer the observer,
realisation came after the fall.

On Wednesday's end,
The great wolf has his fill,
The doom of the deities,
The submerging of the hill,
On Wednesday's end,
Dead, Golden decievers call,
The doom of the deities,
The day that thunder falls,
On Wednesday's end,
The serpent stirs the sea,
The doom of the deities,
The groaning of the tree,
On Wednesday's end,
The Sun is born anew,
The twilight of the deities,
The day the eagle flew,
On Wednesday's end,
The great wolf breathes his last,
The doom of the great snake,
The time of the Gods now past.

Ambling through this life alone,
It costs me little sleep,
Retaining friends like water,
Doomed to drag me to the deep.

Solitude's my prison,
And my fortress too,
Denying me both joy and love,
But keeping me from you.

Through your beauty and your smile,
You brought me naught but pain,
I let you through the walls I'd made,
I won't do it again.

And friends are little better,
Their whispers at your back,
Willing you to shatter,
Willing you to crack.

Frozen smiles and empty words,
They know not that they lie,
For it's them that ring the bells,
When the end is nigh,

Maybe though I utter false,
I know deep down it's true,
This back and forth in my heart,
As I think it through.

I can't escape the ruin of men,
My head can't rule my heart,
Existing in cold limbo,
Not at the end nor start.

I cannot stand to stay alone,
But something holds me back,
From joining with the masses,
On the well-worn track.

While my hopes lose out to fears,
I'll stay a single man,
Unable to both loathe and love,
Without a master plan.

I amble through this life alone,
And it costs me all my sleep,
Retaining doubts like water,
Doomed to drag me to the deep,
Retaining doubts like water,
As I spiral to the deep.

To these words please listen close,
The fairytale's not true,
An ugly duckling you never were,
You're a swan who never flew,
For your wings of brilliant white,
Wild dogs have torn apart,
They sought and they succeeded,
In stalling your depart,
Too many years upon the ground,
It's not your natural place,
Amongst the bottom feeders,
Who lack your style, your grace,
But sometimes baby fate is kind,
Sometimes gods they care,
For here I am carrying love,
And tools for wing repair,
So if I can I'll mend your woes,
With string and superglue,
And when you spread your wings and fly,
I'll hitch a ride with you.

Growing weary at the end of the day,
And with no end clear in sight,
Because my troubles have begun to weigh,

With far too many reasons to pray,
And with no strength left to fight,
Growing weary at the end of the day,

As I slowly rise from where I lay,
I’ve lost at least a foot of height,
Because my troubles have begun to weigh,

My mouth opens just enough to say,
Bring me some relief this night,
Growing weary at the end of the day,

I smile as my thoughts begin to stray,
Of falling then stepping into light,
Because my troubles have begun to weigh,

The blade shines with the break of day,
The falling blood glistens bright,
Growing weary at the end of the day,
Because my troubles have begun to weigh.

I scrawled love all over a piece of paper,
Then tore it apart,
In the darkness of my mind I still hate her,

But then there’s my heart,
Foolish and forgiving,
For falling and for living,
To be complete it needs another part,
Another heart,
Calling out with a drum and another puppet.

Your boundaries are breached by my hateful heart,
So while I scrawl love all over the paper,
My mind knows I want to break her.

I scrawled words all over a piece of paper,
But couldn’t understand,
So i stop thinking and just let the hate stir,

The flames of anger fanned,
Poisonous and spiteful,
Forgetful yet regretful,
To be healed it needs to impart,
Pain on another heart,
Despairing to turn sinner to sinned.

Beware the storm her wrath is coming,
Purging us with her Biblical rain,
Drowning our screams with thunderous drumming,
Mother Nature's dealing the pain,
Bringing the swirling winds of change,
That rip and tear this small town apart,
Consuming all within its range,
Destructive from the very start,
While terror fills my heavy heart.

The storm has arrived it's finally here,
The streets contain not one sign of life,
A town full of bodies hidden in fear,
Attention we slice with the blade of the knife,
A lightning bolt pierces and cracks through the air,
For a moment the heavens are tumbling down,
The boom of the thunder lays our shame bare,
And seals our embarrassment and that of the town,
When storm and her chaos have completed their fun,
We re-enter the world and embrace the great sun.

Maybe I should keep quiet,
And yet,
The secret is destroying me,
Tearing me apart from the inside,
Losing myself in a swarm of emotions,
Owned by my heart,
Veiled by my fear,
Except the veil’s starting to slip,
Somebody help,
Just tell her they all think,
Easy solution?
No, I’ll just pull the veil back up,
Never speak of it again,
You will never know.

Once upon a time they wrote,
And I would stop and think,
About once upon a here and now,
Of people on the brink,
Of sinking into pages,
Tv shows or tracks,
Finding a safe haven,
And never coming back,
Now I'm not saying burn the book,
Or smash up your TV,
But substitutes for life and love,
Is not what they should be,
So when I ask about your day,
I do not want to know,
About the things you've read and seen,
Of people you don't know,
Of course I'm generalising,
These things have merit, true,
But when I ask about your day,
I want to hear of you,
So sometimes please put down your book,
And I'll put down my pen,
And hand in hand we'll step outside,
And live our lives again.

In the past my words were sourced,
From anger and from pain,
They helped to ease my darkest moods,
They helped to ease the strain,
But ever since I've met you,
This no longer holds true,
My words are now just simply tools,
To raise a smile from you.

For all my deeds and pretty words,
I ask from you just this,
Bless me with the smile I love,
Grant me just one kiss,
Now this exchange may not seem fair,
But I've got the better deal,
Now you might disagree with this,
So I'll show you how I feel,

For if you were just your left hand,
Cut off and tossed aside,
Upon you I'd still place a ring,
And show you off with pride,

And if you were a single foot,
Discarded from the whole,
I'd love you from your heel to toe,
plant kisses on your sole,

And if you were an eyelash,
Plucked gently and set free,
I'd hold you close and make no wish,
For I'd have you with me.

So the point is I love all of you,
Your body, mind and heart,
And though it might be early days,
I've known this from the start,
For I'm a rabbit in a snare,
Though I am glad i'm caught,
And though I could just slip these bonds,
Escape is not my thought,
For you, my jailer, I love you so,
In ways I can't define,
So I'll just state, that I am yours,
And I am glad you're mine.

Sometimes all these words and thoughts,
Of joy and love and rage,
They fill my head to bursting,
And then spill across the page,
I write for pleasure, I write for need,
I write for a release,
I write to show you how I feel,
I write to gain some peace,
Sometimes I'll spend many days,
On unresponsive verse,
Before giving in and mourning,
As it leaves by way of hearse,
And other times I barely think,
As my pen darts to and fro,
And poetry is simply formed,
The words they sometimes flow,

This poem contains no joy or loss,
This poem is simply seeks,
To explain to you just why I write,
Where others simply speak,
I'm a poet of necessity,
A creature of the ink,
I need to write, it fuels me more,
Than food or sleep or drink,
So these verses are my prison,
And my savior too,
This might seem overstated,
But I know this much is true,
So when I feel the familiar urge,
I'll still reach for my pen,
And record my thoughts and feelings,
Time and time again,

I write for pleasure, I write for need,
I write for a release,
I write to show you how I feel,
I write to gain some peace.