A silent voice seen.
Lonelyness.. shouts out alowd,
from the silence of a strange man, who stands alone..but within a crowd.
Silence keeps his company...and of few men who are so prowd.
Lonelyness, shouts out again... from the crowd.
Love has no face.
It hides from me,
where ever I may be.
Love has no face.
Nothing to sparkle, theres nothing soft to touch,
nothing that I`am allowed...to love back, so much.
The back of its head,
is all i ever get to see.
Love has no face...to me.
Soft warm sand felt beneath my feet,
Summer days...lost to a comfortable heat.
Sea breezes chilling with shades of a palm tree,
gentle waves crashing....into a sun soaked sea.
Bluest of sky's...filling long days,
summer warmth beaming...soothing hot Sun rays.
In the shade.
Lost and bound...in thoughts of self torture,
in ones misserable mind...reasons lost, as i send myself...to slaughter.
Reduced to this...a quivering, mental wreck,
my mind collapsed... onto this pathetic, useless neck.
Worth of nothing, that others do see,
is the worth... that sadly, destroys me.
An illusion of confusion.
I am not a torn rainbow, overcome with a droplet of fire,
neither am i smoke filled rooms of mystical thoughts,
all drenched in my own selfish desire.
Maybe I am lost in my self deluded magnificent ways? that could and seem to take only myself higher....?
all said and done, at least....I am No...cheap, heartless....or cold holding liar...
I am just...for ever more....chasing my fire.
The misserable Pit.
To the Pit....with their sorry slow feet... the loved ones do so tread,
to the depths of all their felt misery... lost emotions, from others...theirs i fear, maybe sadly led.
times of fun, forgotten, as if...for now, not allowed to be said.
For the dark pit is all...that is allowed to fill... a miserable confused head.
So to the pit they go, with their confusion and sorrow...to the grim pit...where, there sorrow is to be shed.
Tears fall into the darkness, as light leaves...the lifeless...dead.
I Will Go
I will ignore, all unreasonable wants...that can only grow,
for upon lifes long River...I do so reasonabley...and gently do row.
So Please do not disturb...my peaceful...life loving flow,
just leave me alone... please...just let me go.
Upon my River... in a small boat that I may row,
to places of my joy....that maybe as yet, I do not even know.
To places of my thought pleasure.... that maybe are not for your so.
Just leave me alone in any place...that I choose to go.
Even if its above your very heights, or even below... Your unsaid... sad low.
just go away....and let me... be free, to go.
I do not want to be involved, at your grand table of feast`s...For I will not drink blood with such shallow of beautifully dressed Beasts....I want no place where this meal be served....For I find all the vanity involved, to be absurd..
Your wills for ways in which that you think,
to me, a pathetic own worst enemy philosophy, in your sea of vanity you deserve to sink.
Governed by rules, the majority need be,
but in these laws dictated.please ffs do not include me.
All treated as equal? ...simply for ease of the rule,
is not fair to one or everyone, the clever.... or at least the fool.
The Beast looking for light.
Hide away....make sure you lock all the doors tight,
the Beast is loose again, so please...stay in your homes tonight.
Pull your curtains... turn your lights down low,
from any lantern....be sure to not allow the Beast... to see the glow.
Avoiding the shadows, in its search of light.
Listen carefully to my words....and you may, just be alright.
listen not...and you may only might.
It`s dressed in ways that good can never be,
hidden from all....until the light it does see.
Lost in shapes.... figures of dark symmetrical dress,
only to the Devil.... does it to me,
the Beast...the Moth...confess.
Unleash your powers... to complete your gain,
drench us all...in the healing, of your monsoon like rain.
Consciences cleared with every single rain drop,
flooding of your wild passions... never ceasing to stop.
Barriers and our levy`s begin to break,
Our lust filled lands all turned into your love of all life, filled lake.
Streams silently seducing... there very lows,
all underground to what...only Mother Nature knows.
Rivers rage with there currents and strength,
Man made land... scared along its entire length.
To the sea, in a wash of our waste,
water to water, to rid the land of Mans bad taste.