"The innocent and the beautiful

Hanging on to every word, every sound, inflection, note and nuance. You cast subliminal images in my mind. Hypnotic, convincing - your Truths I adopt as my own - feels like my mind's on fire and I could lose my soul but it's already sold..

He brings truth, he brings light, he births dreams, he gives life to his words. And this is his truth and this is his light this is his love suburban political messiah...

I could fall into his eyes and blissfully drown but standing on the precipice I see the abyss for what it is. The archers aim is true piercing the heart- sobering thoughts and I wake up and I wonder if he can read my mind but it's already sold

He always hit the bottle he never could break a habit he called it once his hobby but everything was a vice. He claimed he didn't do sorrow that a new day washed away pain he claimed he never was sainted he claimed he never lied. He claimed he was a sinner an eccentric borne out of habit he claimed that to steal was to borrow and butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.

He hates truth, he loves lies, he kills dreams, he kills life..

Everything comes a tumbling down, can't find a respite from my fears. Insurrection of securities I've found is quite revealing, it's repulsed by self growth, in new frontiers

And what if it's love and death unleashed what of it then? And what do your absolutes mean to me? Are absolutes 'friends'?

Printing words from my head breathing life into these and the rationale behind it all somehow makes it speak somehow makes it breathe

So you say you are happy but somehow want more discontent with the here and now as everything falls. Pretend it's opaque but it's transparency are we ever true to ourselves facing our fears

And what if the dawn somehow doesn't break what of it then? What if time stands still and then bleeds is time a 'friend'?

What about love and death unleashed what of it then? And what do your absolutes mean to me?

Are absolutes 'friends'?….
Are absolutes 'friends'?….

Whispering demons my halo has fallen. Waiting for war now, a restless count down to existence

The school of thought in me – I can go bad I can run free
The school of thought in me- I can go mad I can go crazy..

I hate to bring this up now when I’m so close to completion. In the scheme of things every thing’s wrapped, it’s just that one piece of the jigsaw equation is missing

I can forget you, I breathe it in, I visualise.....I exist it in..

The school of thought in me - I can go bad I can run free
The school of thought in me – I can forget you I can be complete
The rule of thought in me – I can forget you I can run free
The rule of thought in me – I can go mad I can go crazy

I can forget you

I breathe it in, visualise and exist it in…

Making something out of nothing your glassy eyed denial
And you wonder why I smile and I inwardly smile...

It's not so much what you say
Its just the meaning underlying your speak

I see morning glory washing over me fluidity
I see morning glory poetry in motion - fluidity

Someone somewhere is looking at the same star as me
And if I reach out and touch that star ....

Will the connection bring me tumbling to my knees
In a moment of sharing I wonder.....

I see morning glory washing over me fluidity
I see morning glory poetry in motion - fluidity
I see morning glory washing over me fluidity
I see morning glory poetry in motion - fluidity

I see the morning glory…….Poetry in motion…..

One thing I have learned - it will always be there. Two things I have learned love is hard but trust is harder

Let me see and how it burns (it sees right through me) oh god it twists and turns( it sees right through me). I feel the burning coursing through me its rippling pain over powers me again. Its wax and wane courses through me its rippling pain over powers me again and it shows

He said let it be, how can I resist what's inside a me. And if I can't let it go will I be damned for feeling so morose

You can see it's snaky lines writhing in me.

You can see how it twists and turns alive in me.

Scars marks its passage leaving welts on my tender skin. Its wake leaves a devastated land molten fire without and within, tell me does it show..

Let me see what I have wrought, (it sees right through me) and oh my god I'm sold and bought (it sees right through me). I feel the burning coursing through me its rippling pain over powers me again. Its wax and wane courses through me its rippling pain over powers me again and it shows..

I know what it is I know what moves me. I know what it is and how it moves me. I've been here, been here before, seen it all before…and I wouldn't trade places.. Tortured wounds, re played scenarios, recollections one by one. You know how the sanity lines can waver. I've been here, been here before, seen it all before… maybe I would trade places..

You're here in my head and I'm trapped here with you, trapped with these thoughts in my head circular and liquid. I'm afraid of salt, salt heals wounds and I comb my hair detangling knots detangling you. You're here in my head and I'm trapped here with you.

Time to Disengage. Seven arrows pierce my heart, seven arrows from you. You have no idea how this makes me feel.... trapped with these circular thoughts of you. You're here in my head and I'm trapped here with you.

Time to Disengage.

I've been here, been here before, seen it all before I know what it is and I know what moves me. I've been here, been here before, seen it all before you know how the sanity lines can waver. I've been here, been here before, seen it all before I'm in love with my nightmare and I'm trapped with circular thoughts. ... Who wouldn't trade places…

My silent friend a rictus smile plays on your still lips
I feel torn asunder

Dripping blood from gouged out eyes
Your elixir of life pouring freely

Burning for burning and wound for wound stripe for stripe

Red stained snow
Ozone fills the air
And the night is filled with banshee howls.

A sacrifice to the virgin god
A corpse for a shrine - bloodless and rancid

Burning for burning and wound for wound stripe for stripe

My silent..... friend......His elixir of life.....A sacrifice for the virgin god. Red is the colour of my mind. Primeval wrath. Unleashed on the world

Burning for burning and wound for wound stripe for stripe

It feels like a kick in the stomach - your body folds up as your lungs start screaming for that precious air. Light headed and disorientated but you stumble on the clue that peeks - a - boo at you every time

Just three things to remember just three things -a sentence before it all starts again. Just three things - used to give them my calling card just three things Yes Hero, Hero I'm in.....

So we go into denial friend- revolving like a door. You know you just can't help it when the ghosts still haunt and my open wound - just a scar now after all these years. You know I've never met anyone quite like him

He's my light in spite of the world - can you see I'm falling
He's my light in the eyes of the world - can you see I'm falling
He's my light in my universe and I keep on falling
He's my light in the light of my life and I keep falling in him

Yes Hero, Hero I'm in love.....

Yes Hero, Hero I'm in love.....

Rivers of thoughts flowing through me, flowing through me sets me free. Time the Assassin supposedly our friend but is he our enemy? Theres nothing here that I feel, that I feel is real. There's nothing here that I feel... that I feel is tangible in this timeless void I feel that I could fade away. And this fearscape is no friend, and this fearscape is no friend.... time is ticking away... can I beat time?

Rivers of thoughts flowing through me, flowing through me sets me free. Time the Assassin supposedly our friend but is he our enemy? There's nothing here that I feel is solid or real. There's nothing here my pearl white teeth can sink into. Nothing here is tangible. I feel that I could fade away..... And I cant shake it off, and I can't take it off, and I can't put it off and I cant shove it off, and time is ticking away...

A river of thought flows through me but nothing here is tangible... nothing here is real.... nothing I can sink my teeth into.... rivers of thoughts flow through me but there's nothing here I can hold onto- nothing here is deep- nothing here no Other Memory.....

I could fade away, I could disintegrate..and this fearscape is no friend....

And bring back the days when free spirits were sure footed now I see them beaten and running underground and if fears were friends would you find comfort in these if fears were friends

I hold the keys to a kingdom I hold the keys. I hold the keys to a treasure a treasure in me......

Looking back with anger such a force in my soul and if I breathe it out yes breathe it out you'd be toast yes I'll make a toast to my nightmare may it never come true and if it did I'd be the one to Haunt you

Freeze your spirit....in a time frame.... a picture frame....

…….just that moment yes that moment ......

......and I find.....

……..your face that expression I freeze it and I know what I have to fear - self confidence babe

My Kingdom come My Will be done on earth as it is in heaven yeah self confidence babe…