rabid ideations of this lachrymose drift however pointless and damaging remain grossly extensive
like chewing wheel nuts until your teeth break
sorting laminate facts from truth requires eyes damaged from the stale embrace of yet another cardboard cutout ornamental feelings tear so unpredictably and dispensable emotion tends to satirise dreams
the distinguishing differences between a bright spark and a short circuit become ambiguous during groundrush allowing the desirous need to reach out and be touched to subdue the...
it was time i felt to launch a love offensive i had a keen eye and was stable on my feet with lessons carried through i claimed to know a thing or two so i had never set a plan for my defeat prowling through the jungle calling conquest and flushing game i expected lovebirds or a dove before the night
but love, will not be hunted
within this truth a vital lesson to defer a hearts regret don't expect to catch a bird when it's clearly still in flight
there's a crack in my mind where lucid me is leaking out while everything seems normal now everything is in doubt i don't know how to bridge the breach that's causing me to see a crack too wide with a flow too strong to save a lucid me
how could i know if what i've lost is worth reclaiming if i didn't look at what i had when it was mine it took a little time to see the past was not sustaining i'd been constricted by a vision ill defined
another angel cries as she collapses at my feet her shoulders bear the weight of my imagined crimes she says that i've spent way too long looking over my shoulder and now i'm due to walk the other side of time
( that's the last of the edited ink lads and lasses. thanks for not snoring too...
i failed to see the fallacy of a love that's interwined and kept my self available to the back door of my mind i was fighting with an ego as lust held the inner rooms this fallacy i refused to rate has a legacy of ruins
with an honest will i set my task in hope the love unwound through smoke and ash i could not deny the damage that i found i could not bear my actions being the destruction of honest trust through ashen tears i fought the rising flames lit by the fallacy of lust
i like to sing the songs for you that you love to hear me sing i'm so sorry that i can only do this for you now and then because you know i don't always see the picture the way that it's been painted the colours so often run and soon it's grey again
so as they've laid him down to sleep their night will hold not 'ere a peep as he laid there waiting wired awake for the first trill cries of a world at hate the fall of one gave rise to the next
set of pathways that lead him away from the nest and a laugh is a cry once you've cried till you laughed nine stitches sewn in to save time for the past searing holes through his soul cigar burns of sorrow in yesterday's nightmares are the cries of tomorrow
kicking so hard to get out of the shallows a life saving hand pulled him into...
i've spoken words i've not heard myself say and had arms around me that were not felt i've been an obstruction without being in the way and i've lost with the winning card dealt i've sailed across oceans with no water in sight and drowned in a vast desert sky
i've argued the point until wrong became right and made love in the face of a lie i've stumbled drunk without touching a drink and set fire to a forest with no trees convincing myself to ignore what i think i've murdered from down on my knees
mary had a little lamb it's fleece was white as snow everywhere that mary went the lamb was sure to shit on the veranda shit on the back patio shit on the kitchen bloody floor fuck you and your sheep mary get a job