(2013)
Sour grapes leave an awful taste in your mouth
you strode out of the saloon just before high noon looking around to see if I’d decided against the day I stood there minding my own busin…
i know the risks, that’s the buzz what else can people like me do, punching through the wet paint of… to probe the depths of our own ins… a gruesome flavour
how sweet the rose once smelt now, as the petals fall to the flo… their memory leaves a deep welt and it leaves me craving more. how sweet we two once were
What does that say about me I’d much prefer to see you fail Than to watch you bask in victory What does that say about me When I refuse to assist
as time drifts it soars past years without pace, the meaning falls behind and confusion has drained me dry, I close my eyes and listen
down the dark hallway dull light through it glimmers, pure, an ebony smoke plumes fume into forms and shapes, a spinning mass of fear
I’ve studied your forms your ideals and mystique, your weapon and sets your trips and traps, the economy of movement
soon wealth discovered that peace… a journey of intention down two ro… a genius first in the hands of a c… that controls the spin and the spi… can a man be content with the imag…
Ink splashes across a moonlit nigh… Leaving an oil paintings texture Turbid, its cloudless face shines Moving silt, flourishing A flowers rest from forced growth
I thought that it was all a dream a terrible nightmare that meant no… God doesn’t exist, I’m smarter th… now... I’m not as sure as I was, I’ve opened my eyes of late
polish your jewels of betrothals g… they may once again conquer your s… a heavy skyline forces perimeters… unintended penetration of heart an… I have nothing to offer but my lov…
Black and white hide thoughts of g… Lay sleepless under blankets thin Dreams are nightmares growing long Pieced together the seam still pin… Shapeless forms as dark turns fadi…
must we play this game everyday dragged down to the floor with you… your lonely egos frail apparel is that cloak you’ve woven from yo… its like being back at school, I h…
and into my heaven drifts your lonely pen you sketched me a sky and I’m here, I’m there shapes and outlines
monochrome this world has run out of favours this floor I traipse fading jaded heads pool no common sense its colour gone