I didn't know loneliness had a sound.
Then the prison door slammed,locked.
Isolation vibrated up through the ground.
The world left but the pain stayed throughout the night.
Hours dripped slowly from the ceiling. I crave them like a lover, her skin... I invite.
No Priest - So the cold steel bars hear the whisper of my confession.
Time slows enough for the truth to catch up, hurt slackens the aggression.
In the feeling of loneliness,
Flickers a flame of holiness.
Death
Death shown me the way.
Never would I have written a sentence.
If I did not know, I'd die someday.
So I be where... they don't understand.
With the ease of the piper and the armies band.
Yes one day, I'll be gone.
My words though for them... will carry on.
Carrots For Theo
There's a boy I know called Theo.
He's strong, with a roar like lion called Leo.
His Mummy made dinner with lots of carrots - Theo got mad.
And said some things which made her sad.
He later calmed, said "sorry Mummy",
"but those carrots, aren't going in my tummy".
"I'm a lion, all I want upon my plate.
Sausage 'N' Chips, and juicy steak".
"So stop repeating like a parrot.
Feed my brother with your carrot".
"His name is Reg, he loves his veg".
But I do not! I'd rather eat his snot".
"When Daddy gets back, from the pub.
He will bring back proper grub".
"Chicken 'N' Chips, in him I'm trusting.
as those carrots you've made, are bloody disgusting".
Rock Love
Roses are Red
Violets are blue.
When I listen to Oasis
My neighbours do to.
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‘Hello’ ‘Hello’… It was good to see them back.
I left apart of me there. Or did I bring something it back?
Lost or found? In the immersion, of 1st, to 6th track.
She said ‘Don’t believe the truth’. I said ‘Definitely’, you said ‘Maybe’.
There was that little look, then it got a bit crazy.
Now I don’t know if we need each other.
But in that bucket hat and them shades. I believe in you brother.
As they all sup, sniff, and bounce, it was all ‘whatever’.
Though I know these feelings, theses words…
Will live for fuckin ever!
And O’ how I wish she was here, to dance and sing a song with me.
But not one from ‘let it be’. Though nonetheless, ‘stand by me’.
Still, then and now…
We see things they’ll never see!
Order
The pathway to order is paved with chaos.
Cross Road
Freedom meets resistance,
now it does not fly.
I met the devil at the
cross road,
he did not tel me why.
As the sand falls through
the hourglass,
I listen for the call.
Who controls my interests?
I'm not attracted to this fall.
Ideas
All my ideas are stupid, but they all lead me to you.
Guess I’m stupidly in love with you.
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