Verbatim

There's a this
Followed by a
Quick little that
Tit for tat
Just like you
Short and stat
Now repeat
After me
Like so, don't
Make a single
Error here
It's critical
Critically criticised
And certainly
Slanderous
But serious in
Every way, so
Copy and do
Just as I say
And we'll get
Along just so
Very fine
Copy, paste, done

Brief Brilliance

Comes when you don't need it
Isn't there in times of necessity
Strikes you like a brick
Helpful in building, painful as
Hell, it's a good way to
Live

Best Time To Say

Whatever it is you want
Whenever you can
Wherever it is you need it to be
And the reasons
Are all yours
Again

Heavy Nights, Deadweight Days

Ever get that no good feeling
Where everything won't ever
Be as good as the awful sleep
You just woke up from?

Concrete Hilltops

What dreams have become
Made of, we define them
With our deeds and wealth
Monumental disregard
For disregarded monuments
Broken, breaking, blending
In with bleak surroundings
Crumbling now in ages new
Ignoring all that we were
Distracted by what we have
Become, are becoming
Will be tomorrow and the
Days to follow

Breathe Slow

In time with me now
Rattling, hollow, rasping
Choking for just one more
Everyday that goes by
Reason to keep the cycle
To stay here

Remaining Here

I'm chasing rays of sunshine
Broken through the window pane
They slip through these cold hands of mine
Like passing drops of rain
And as I stare into the darkest night
I'm called to remember that day
That left feeling like this
I'm colder in every way

Stability Let Me Go

Lighthouse on a
Floating ice shelf
Leading astray
Ships to nowhere
Nowhere's where
They go, mislead
Misguided in the
Image of assuredness

Tell Me A Story

Days so dim we can hardly see our own hands
LIfe so grim that every breath is a demand
Feel the chill as you draw another in
Shivers down your spine, slowly tingling
Sensations, vibrations, imagination's playing tricks
All the best in the books, as you search for a fix
Stumbling around in the smoke and crowd
Then trip over yourself, and in the silence cry aloud
Tell me, dear one
Where does the story lead

Discernment

The left and right
Of right and wrong
Ironic in the mind
Impossible in the act

Blind, Deaf, Mute, Paralysed But Alive

Remember that life
As you know it
Is golden in all its forms
While bedridden lies
The soul of one who
Wishes silently for
Death everyday
Or healing in miracle's
Form, which never comes
Look inside the mind
Of one like this
See the reasons why
Some don't deserve to live?
Now see the reasons why
Some don't deserve to die

Red Fox

Quiet, fallen
Shy, sly, try
Understand
Just why
Movement is
Like so
Survival, life
By the thread
Outfoxed to the last

What You Want

I can name it all
From money to fame
Then back again
They precede the fall
Such twisted games
Forever switching lanes
Give me a call
When you're the same
To when you felt pain
Because I know
What you need

To Know You're Alive

Check the pulse
Listen for it pounding
Beat. Beat.
Beat. Beat.
Check the breath
Listen for it whispering
Sigh. Sigh.
Sigh. Sigh.
Then remember
They died a long time ago
All you can hear
Is the shell of life
Anchoring them
To us, and everything
They wanted to escape

Check the heart
Echoes of nothing
To know they were alive
Once

Sleep It All To Somewhere Else

When I can dream
I'll see something so
Much more than
When I'm waking
In my sleep I'm
Carried away
See you when I wake up

Stray Away

Goodbye yellow brick road
I don't want to go home anymore
It's a heavy, heavy load
I've forgotten why I'm carrying it for

And the lights on the side
Look so much brighter
It's easier to step out of stride
And stop being a fighter

I'm tired, of every little thought
Belonging to this war
Being told what I ought
To do, well, no more

So, once again
Goodbye yellow brick road
I ain't going home no more

Melt Away

The inhibitions I held
All that held me back
From times I could tell
I would fall into black
Now, it's changed
Oh how it's different
In every single way
Because of insufficient
Needs for you

Torn Together

Find me the second
Half of what I left
Behind in the first
Verses of the last
Song I swore to write
It's the small slip
Of torn off paper
With that mindless
Thought of mine
Written, scrawled
Scribbled in haste
Before it could escape
The remnants of
My life and soul
Then with a ripping
Sound, harsh and
Swift to the touch
Tear me piece by
Little piece into
One whole, unbroken
Cracked vase, till
I'm torn together
With every piece of me
Shards, shreds, prodigal
Pieces of me, now
In my arms

Boxes

The boxes defining what
I am, who I was, and all
That I never could have
Been, now stacked within
A dusty shed so cold
So, so very damn cold
Whether broken or not
They still quietly call
From inside that shed
So, so hauntingly old

Sounds Like Something

Can't quite put my finger on it though
I swear, I know what it is, I've heard it
So many times before, familiar in every
Hollow, hallowed echo and verbrato
A cunningly caring, and cursed composite
Dedicated to the lost region of memory
I'll find you