Cul De Sac

Faintly this pulse thuds along

Ignoring the humdrum, the push and pull

The apocalyptic lull that's creeping

Into a heart that's being held at ransom

By your placid eyes, your hearty laugh

Your achingly charming loyalty

That stays...

Surreal, this sky that envelops

Us in its moody shroud

Sullen at times, joyous at times

But always -

Omniscient

Watching us as we go about

Staging our myriad plays

As we go astray

Only to come back

Gullible and gay....

Thank You For Your Time

I keep wondering

What is it that you could possibly want

That I cannot give?

I want to know

Where I can find my soul

Complete and whole

Unscarred.

I hope

The world learns to unlearn

And then sit back

To watch the magic unfold.

I wish

I could sing without your shame.

I dream

Of nights

When I wont have to leave.

I need

Your presence

Your promise

Your protection.

I want

To be as free as a bird

To love without guilt

To be just me.

Stoned

Have you ever had the lights talking to you?
They tell me I've outgrown my worn out appearance
That i am bigger than me and smaller (much smaller) than this ego
And i could scream at the insanity that grows
In circles and spirals and cones and squares
Within my room, inside my head, thumping in these pale veins
That have grown weary of the abuse.
Have you ever listened to the silence?
The suffocation is enough to take my breath away
But just when I think it's over, the tension crosses over
Kicking open the floodgates of everything that's never been shown
And i'm free, free to fly and in that glorious moment
The body loses meaning and it's me, my soul and my God
The God that knows nothing, except everything.

Soulmates

A stoic face stares
Millions of stars and they're nver the same
An angel made of moonlight hums
The sky reflects a pair of twinkling eyes
Lesser gods have been born
On this land that never stops to weep
And when the callousness of it all seems to spiral
Out of control, out of reach
You step forward
As if out of the wisp of a tiny feather
Smooth, frail, yet strong enough to weather any storm
And i could have sworn ive known you before
Somewhere between the curtained folds of time
Not once, not twice, but every single time
And the culmination of it all
Summed up in the touch of your finger
On my nape
Brushed ever so slightly.

Go

Through our frail belief in magic
I remember how we made the world look small
Our hands following light green constellations
We watched how our time was crashing down on us.

Suffocated - we clawed our way out
I stayed, waited - subdued yet assured
In your strength and my stubborn stance
On everything that finally turned out to be false.

And there is nothing in me that hasn't been yours
There is no rebellion that wasn't once our cause
There is no shame in what's been lost
And there is no way i'll let you have the last laugh!


" Hmmmm.... So this one's to the bygones... People meet... Have a lot of fun... Then shit happens... And then you go your seperate ways... Simple enough right? Except what do you do with the part of themselves that they've conveniently left behind with you??! "

Its About Him (though it may not sound like it)

Drowning visage of a sweeping sky
Ornamented barely, simply
Like the flourish of an artist's brush
The clouds curl and swagger... Unaware and uncaring.

The foothold eludes each unsure step
Pools of amber implore
Tug ever so lightly and clasp
At a reality that's cunningly warped.

Misguided heretics
Limping god of anarchy
Monstrous apostles
Lurching disciples
"Watch the false vengeance -
Of a lost generation."

She seems disenchanted
Worrying over intricacies
Unimportant
And she knows it.
Disquiet bubbling into exasperation
She loves, hates, messes up and skipping...
Dissolves into the dipping horizon
Of the glittering night sky.

Hysteria Zipped

Rickety stools and benches marked,
Blackboard's wiped and the room's stark,
Light streaming in through fractured glass,
Fears repressed as the confusions starts.

Tick tock goes the forced clock,
Time's conical existance unlocked,
Tentative thoughts slip under the rock,
I'll make up my mind when you stop.

Life lessons are yet to be unlearned
Feeble voices within left unheard
The black sheep's following a lost herd
You could change yourself as life unfurls.

"And yet the soul dies every night
Only so you could wake her up -
Every time."