night end

frenzied mad psyco slush
contempory hip manic rush
sing along cassidy
rightious and free
bourbon legends
sung to me

solitude seeked oh devine
disallowed talking in a mime
swollowed with the crush of ice
while the mountain pounds the shifting spice
wakefull watchfull vengefull sleep
while two frogs backward away did leap

sing a song of sixpence for pence three
sing a song of anything just sing for me
sing of the false sing of the true
sing of the red sing of the blue
sing a song of sixpence fourpence three
sing along sing along oh sing along cassidy

make me an offer i can't refuse
show me that i cannot lose
show me the way show me the right
clear cut like a shadow in the moonlight
stale dreary purple mush
faded shadow seen as such

moon sinking dying set
dew beading clinging wet
sun rising blurring still
fading the memory of that sackcloth ill
safron seeping soothing
violet recieding moving

sleep encases encloses
bringing dreams of those as
they would seem in reality
dicerning not between dreams and memory
so let me remember not the true
bring of the many to fade the few
while the yellow stabs forward felling the blue

Hoarding

"kiss me"
This night has ended,
silence stirs in the leaves.
What is broke can't be mended
and offers no reprieve.

Once caught in the palm
of a lovers cold shadow
now lies all forlorn
frozen to the marrow.

Scent not sound lingers on
soothing nothing in its wake.
Rigid heart gingerly pounds
longing to give not take.
Mute messenger telling none
of his lost letter,
matters not as is known
blind men can't read better.

"move"
Where?...nevermind...silent treatment stings
Was it there? Can refind
joy and other bitter things..?
"Absence makes the heart grow fonder"
because it makes forget.
Silence cuts the gash deeper,
the wound will never set.

Space between grows braoder
though unwished it did.
Guilty of being a memory hoarder
while slowly away it slid.

Clouded Say

Lost in the mist of clouded say
another chance fades away.
Beyond all that can be thought
and beyond all who will consort
to the loss of another time
of that which would have been mine.

Sung in the hall for empty kings,
dressed in antique worthless things,
clad for all your value is worth
not even priced your weight in dirt.
Want of items that can't be bought.
Desiring things of all manner of sort
as you would have yourself believe.
Yet another wasted worthless eve.

Time drags by, days grow thinner.
Winter settles on out and inner.
But the blast of the wind can't compare
with the grip of the cold so harsh in there.
The days will warm and that is certain
but when will the say ever stop the hurting?

But one goes on as always has done,
living life day to day, one by one.
Winter comes and winter goes,
the leaves fall, the leaves grow.
Yes the days will warm and that is certain
but when will the say ever stop the hurting?

Conversion

beyond a reasonable doubt
of an innocent sinner
lies the stone uncast
against the false inner

by the babbling brook
in an arid wasteland
lies the parched camel
too dead to stand

you can lead a horse to water
but you cant make him drink
you can show a man the truth
but you cant make him think

so how is it that blind men can see
and how is it that deaf men can hear
how is it that a mute can speak
while we are impaired by fear

so step forward you false saint
pick up the stone that is to be cast
and take position, your aim true
but remember we pelt the worst last

disillusion

knit one, pearl one
Turn the glass around.
Vantage a point of view,
relativity the ground.
Socialites are we,
needless to say,
blind as a bat is
heedless to day.
Space and time spin
around each other.
Illusion is a reality
we've yet to discover.
Searching in a maze
as flat as paper,
we wont put it off
"just do it!"...later.
Only thing is certain
is taxes and death,
one steals your life
the other takes your breath.
Lifes not what it used to be
the nostalgic sigh.
But then lifes a bitch
and then you die!

Dating

We know the dance
have danced it a long time.
We know the fake
the feint and the mime.
We know all the tricks
who doesn’t nowdays?
But yet we still pursue
our self defeating ways.
So many people
are still so alone.
So many people
yet still we are prone
to laugh out loud
and hide what we need
and cry asleep lonely
while torn hearts do bleed.

Caged

Endless beauty towered and raged
seamlessly in its airtight cage.
Keening for days of when they ran
beneath the spread of an azure fan.

But now lightning rips and thunder crashes
while deaths stench rises up from the ashes,
that encircles the cage all around
wherein the last of hope is bound.

But that cage has been deftly wrought
beyond all concept, manner or though
ever envisaged by its creators
who intended to snare all its haters.

But pity the creators never did see
that the cage they wrought so deftly
had corners that bent the wrong way round
and so themselves in a cage were bound.

But why did the ones wish to bind
the haters in a vacuumed time
when the haters were only free
so long as the ones wished them to be.

And the haters did differ almost not
from those who the cage did wrought.
But the ones cried fear and acts of kind
and so for their own good them did bind
in a prison of nothing but solid air
and so the imprisoned remained there.

But only when the haters brought destruction about
did the ones realise they were inside not out.
And try as hard and all they may
they could not break through and quell the fray.
For their solid nothingness so deftly wrought
had bit its master and them had caught.

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