Far away

Kinetic thoughts in a static minefield

The world's going to dust as we dream

Unforseen attacks on my bubblewrap consciousness

A hint of tragedy in a jar of sunshine.

Why do we sleep when we could be making love?

Defeated

Thwarting forward intenions

Mistaken identities walk free

Jaded by quests for unattainable power

Souls warp.

Content in her misery she stays

Forward and backward

The rhythm always the same

She laughs when she bleeds.

He's wary but tired

A penchant for the ugly

He stares bewitched

When she stumbles listless.

One man's fall, another man's pride

One woman's disgrace, a man'sprize.

Where does the river take us

Are you willing to find out?

I want a Revolution

i want to leave my foot prints on clouds
fade within your deepest breath
melt inside your tightest embrace
fold within your soul and become
you.

roses left to starve
mind games yet to start
i lay on my side of the bed
waiting.

cold waves of a dying revolution
cradled in wounded arms
who are they to talk,
when we've barely begun?

and the tears fall insistant
claiming history and a sure future
gently falling into your lap
untidy.

surely you jest
when you say my name
surely it is wrong
when they are right.

there is this road seldom trodden
i want to be that road.

hmm

and i love the bits of sky

that flit between

the greena bandon

sprwaling expanses that last

for a moment

too less

as we speed past

not knowing

unforgiving.

its not that we don't know

it's not that we're pretending

it's not that we stray

it's just life.