sunday s dissapointment
six days far
dear oh dear
make me dissapear
I play a game of chess
and go and make a mess
pawn  not a queen
remains to be seen
In front of prying eyes
shredding your disguise
the toughest thing of all
is sunday is gonna come

moving out
from the noise
and the drama
and the control
and the good and the bad
loneliness is freedom
but how far is so far away?
is a blank page empty
or just white?
time in the form of a pen will tell

For me inspiration
does not come from adoration
It comes from depression,
or even regression.
And when im in session
is my doctors question
What did you write?

How can you conceal a flaw?
What you lack
is it seen?
You are judged
by the highest court
yourself
and sentenced
to remain
as you are
an acolyte to your own shadow
in its darkness
your chipped self you hide.

A clown in a circus
is only a clown
when the curtain falls
he looks at himself in the mirror
and sees a clown
a caricature
no sadder thing than a clown
especially to himself

I am my weakness
My weakness is me
Yearning  to trust,to seek ,to find to love.
Love is weakness
Total release of power
Vulnerability to the other,the lover
like a dog showing his belly
to get petted
but knowing you can  end up kicked
will I still look with love and wonder?
What does it think I wonder that dog?
Will he think again of showing his weakness?
Will he be more rabid or subdued?
And what about that ****** leg?
Where is a surgeon when you need one..

Ah such sweet smell in the night
Wait!I can t tell,is it mine?
So much warm  blood on the floor
I crave for it as I reach for the door
I know now this house that God with clay built
I ground it out with my sharp,new teeth
All this rage in my head  is it mine?
Or its the shadow of the curse of Caine?
Wherever I look around with my eyes
Behind them the Beast quietly hides
But wait no there are other corpses here!
Allas they cannot walk or talk I fear....
So I am left here cold and alone
Thinking the terible things I ve done
Knowing I will never again see the sun
As my first night as a fledgeling begun...