Electric impulses bring on internal conflict
Infusing the line of clarity
Union or divide on either side
We are all someone’s illusion of vicious homicide
We walk in the cage of the lives we lead
Not the lines we’d fall upon in our coma scenes
Reverberating sirens screeching
The drive dying, depleting

The twilight corrupter fills my closed eyes
Pressure and seclusion twisting me
He screams “choose your power”
Remove the darkness and you will see
Human race has no light
Medicine and machine marches on my illusions
Out of this hospital bed to mankind’s fallacy
Modern man deceiving me

The ease smothering deeper than flesh
Darkest evil we can only feel
The greatest light is unseen
Always owed in return balance and release
It’s black out there, outside of illness’s hold
Unwelcoming we live our stated roles
Chained to a rusting mental frame
Simple surrender call deaths name

Slipping away nothing but their will to wake to
A world that’s got it sly back turned
Actions in the unconsciousness occur
I know false things are here to deceive
I lie motionless my brain races as I breathe

I see the glamour
It brings no answer
I feel it blowing on the nape of my neck
It offers a shit load of pointlessness

My beating bolt slumbers in the turning tides
We are the only ones living in our insides
Self inflicted hatred for our flaws
Care some, cradle some, hurt some more

The view soothes but the ache in the depth
I wanted solitude a dream through which I crept
Don’t pity me, don’t hug me, do not love me
Don’t care for me, don’t cradle me, do not hurt me

They have never known me and never will
They barely know each other, a selfish kill
All the silent and grey life as I move
Seeing no point except the beauty I find in few

Most demand proof as given
When they give nothing to the cause
Faith is not in our wallets or an excessive building
It is a divine felt in the heat of life in a pause

The human so greedy to curse
“It’s all fake that crap, prove me wrong”

Why should such a powerful energy
Who brings comfort and peace to many
Waste its time on the non-believer, non-considerate
Greedy man terrified of something he can not see or touch
He does not deserve the attention he demands
So forcefully aired as he sits at home staring at his TV

Furthermore the madness of life devotion
Depriving oneself and the sacrifice of life
A lot of action for the maybe and might
It is a heart that has so much faith that it lets the eyes see much
Much that no one else could
Or it is mind playing nasty tricks and flickers

Hypnotised, so susceptible.
Needing to feel a presence
Something more

Insanity reaches a point where it will make us see more
The man in the desert with his beautiful fake oasis that makes him smile
Water makes him smile before his death from thirst
Water that can only be seen by his eyes
Does it matter if it’s truth or what we can prove
A smile before death die a happy fool

An addiction of something releases one of our senses
How do we let go of something that attacks them all
An addiction filling taste and touch
Filling your eyes and nose with fumes
Touch the sense that itches when deprived

No pickled liver
No needle punctures
No nicotine stained fingers
No marks that the eye can see

Deceiving how ‘ok’ appearances can hold
When picked, punctured and stained inside

Highs and lows
The edge setting on as the doing without sinks in
Electric in the brain of ways
Ways out around and beyond this gruesome fresh air

Aching and the depression
Mood and then another mood
Changing with no reason and no sense
Fierce desire for destruction
Fleeting away under a cold quilt
Ultimately wanting to be alone
The only comfort to offer is gone
Taken
Removed

Addiction, weak and clinging as it ran from you
Not even one sense is let back in to make this body feel alive
Death is the way that moves forward
Thirst or hunger would make this a sweet starvation
Slow and painful mental deprival

A goodnight sweet kiss on the cheek
Just hit Monday morning end of my week
Work and study, eat and sleep
Fuck the weatherman the outlooks bleak

He has just given the nights last light
Good vibes from the silver haired 60’s child
The company he hosts is the jukebox music
He needs what you need feel it soothing

If I had been born in your days
We could have laid in the fields beautiful haze
Your soul is alight under that mellow silence
Drinking and listening with a little time defiance

Bulletproof protection in a sea of white lies
The tide showing his blue waves behind his blue eyes
Fire burning his anger and loneliness on
Four red walls offer inebriated love
Air soars to the sky, his thoughts upon those clouds
So clear no question his own delicate doubt
The earth soaking up every slight of a smile
Steadiness in his green defile

One of the few actually looking
Or do I hold some unknown to this world sight
Are my eye’s tricksters such beauty in people who get passed by
Shakespeare saw it and I would in no way compare
Myself to a man of such beautiful words
But he lived and he saw this rarely seen world

Cradle empathy it lets you feel without enduring
Your ears and tongue are the sufferer’s fortune
We should love and lavish in human contact
Not view it as some shameful act
Grey frames empty of personality
We dare to call this alive
We should judge ourselves our lives are dead inside

Glowing orbs in my peripheral vision
Step down
Step down

Delving to a platform with stepping up walls
Step up
Step up

Heavy ivy quilting the stone as it rises
Meeting the orange and red dusk sky
Metal’s friction screeching to a halt
Sparks and blue flashes
The gentle gust at the stop
Legs and feet
Step, Step
STEP, STEP
These people have no time to wait or waste
On silly surroundings that surround them every day
Stern looks and broad walks
They will only cease when their lives cease
They will have missed everything that makes this life worth living
Just because they were so ‘focused’ on earning a living.

Do people’s eyes deceive their sorry souls
I see beauty in everything people view as used and old
A light and a glow from the people unknown
All live and breathe, why do so many fools sit on the thrones
The boy who enjoys his life simply because he is allowed to live it
The girl who isn’t pretty but glows more than model superficial
We are stupid and blind as a race
A race of ugly selfish beings

Putting themselves out of that crowd
Get away from all those who ridicule for their dues
And now the scene turns
We are creating two opposite worlds with identical values

I want true people who love and cry and laugh and die
We are humans filling our lives with machines and wanting to act like them
All over the news talks over changing our ways to save the earth
I say let nature have her way and destroy us a simple consequence
Action and end what a selfish and ungrateful race deserve
Should we be allowed to live in such beauty that we erode every day
I think she would gracefully accept instead of the present
Presence created and brought down upon all her delicate flesh

We are all stems from the earth
Growing, some eaten before
Some will be stood on, shit on
Sat on and some will be cut down by a fucking man with a big sharp sword

Today I wake up and I am green
No more alcohol, drugs, nicotine
I will become a child of the earth
Progress to a person of worth
Not money power or greed
To an entity who is my truth

We are not lost souls
We are fools who force our eyes closed
Holding living beauty all in their savage rights
I don’t want to walk another creature’s life

Stop fumbling for idols in what surrounds
My feet, for my path I move on the ground
These are changes not because I want it all
Or all as it was before
These changes are because we need to move forward
I need to move forward

Red and black, Black and red
An unusual boy no one knew what raced through his head
He removed his hat black polka dot on red
To reveal his hair halfy/halfy
I wondered if these colours have driven him barmy

He owned a black and red scarf and black and red gloves
His shirts and tank tops anything he could
His blazer was striped also the same
Black shoes with red stitching
With matching laces they came

One day the boy drifted to sleep
Upon his black and red bed
Into a two-colour dream
Everything surrounding him
No other colour to be seen

Even his skin was checkerboard
All in his head not real of course
He looked upon the world
With a red sky and black earth
He began to fret and endlessly search

All the colours and shades somewhere in between
Impossible as it was in his created black and red dream
Blue, yellow, violet…even green
He wandered this world for all of time it would seem
Ska music would have kept him sane but nothing could be heard
Longing for an end to this black and red two-tone world

He gets up at dinner time and goes to his job
Thinking about how beautiful the morning would have been if he’d woken with love
Leaning over a counter of a empty store after the dinner rush
Observing cover to cover in the magazine rack
“How to find love” “10 ways to improve your love life” and so on and so forth
But surely no one who has love could put in to words
How to find it, surely it found them
So it’s 6pm and he leaves
He passes the girl on the way out who works the late shift
She smiles and so does he in response but no more crosses between them

At home he sits down and eats his meal for one
While his imagination takes him to a beautiful restaurant with a romantic woman
But as his plate empties and he rises from his green couch
He changes for his night out
Where maybe just maybe
It is not that he is unpleasing to the eye
Or to the ears
He seems like a nice guy but he wants love a bit too much
He seems to always be upset and stressed
His love life seems a complicated mess
He dresses in his normal jeans and as clean a T-shirt as he can find
It is blue and has a tear in the bottom
Things like this never phase him, never mind

He desires and lusts but still wants someone who loves his personality
Someone who cares not for the clothes on his back or the money he earns
As he goes out and the night goes on
He barely drinks, wander and search
Dancing a little here and a little there
Chit chats and talks of girls
How they keep messing up his head and messing with his world
But why does he keep letting them
Squirming and drowning thoughts inside his head
Have fun, live your life to the full while you still have the side of youth

So the end of the night arrives and he wanders and searches some more
Outside the doors no girls at his heels and no phone numbers gained
He walks home even though he has the fare repeating self-blame
Time is all he has and this act passes more of it to tire him into sleep
So he undresses and brushes his teeth and the next thing he knows
His alarm again beep… beep
So it’s dinner time again and he rises
Shower and shave, uniform for work
He passes the woman who works the early shift
She smiles and so does he in response but no more crosses between them

The dinner rush kills an hour or two and now he’s back
Back to leaning over the counter and looking around the store
Back to reading eye catchers on that magazine rack…
Day in
Day out
Four years and not one hope since coming to this goddamn city

He’s hitting 22 and starts thinking about moving away
It has given him everything it could and that’s not much
One day that alarm goes beep…beep
It’s dinner time and he rises and he decides it’s time
Packs up his jeans and his T-shirts, a few books
Sells some stuff to his roommate and the guy downstairs who gives him a crazy look
The rest he leaves
One case and one backpack
Entering the station thinking of where he’d like to see and what he’d like to do
Amazed at himself on this platform now to who knows where
Just as long as it’s not here where everything is that he knows
What can he do, what can he become, what can he learn

Then a voice “Excuse me I don’t suppose you have the time?”
Casually still off dreaming, a glance to his watch “Yea sure, its quarter past 9.”
Looking at the ticket, it’s not due for another half hour
Staring at the track, eager to start but still no sign
“Are you just visiting this city, on your way home?”
Becoming aware and out of his daydream of a future unknown
A woman looking at him
Trying to gauge a response from his facial expressions, as he doesn’t seem to be talking
She smiles and so does he and their conversations start

She was just a girl at a station going home because she had come to this place alone
This city seemed to be against her
He tried to explain all the things he had found slight beauty in as they passed time
She was unconvinced, but he agreed to show her
His beautiful city, how he led her with a sense of pride
A fresh beauty now seen as he looked through the eyes of someone else
He wandered with love and being shown love back
All it took was that moment, a change in focus
Breaking with silly ideals and airbrushed couples on the magazine shelf
Love came and found him once it knew he could be happy with himself