A Childhood With Open Eyes

Have you ever seen the moon as bright as I did that night
in the dream that wasn’t dreamt
and the life that was?

And have you ever seen something so terrifying that wasn’t even there
in amongst the trees downhill,
where you’ve never felt so scared?

That man didn’t walk over to you and never said a word.
No, he had no tongue to spit at you with,
no tongue to poison your innocent mind
with rules and regulations that turn us all to stone
and subtle manipulation that turned them into clones.

Let’s push our minds as far as they’ve never been
with the substances that kill us.
Let’s fly in the depths of the unknown
where the hypocrites warn us not to go.

Physics

We sit around just drinkin' our coffee and tea

And we sit around just thinkin' about what we believe.

Does love make us happy or does it destroy us?

And will somebody damn us to hell or will we be saved by someone's 'Jesus'?

She says she can tell, by the tea leaves in her cup

while he says those cards tell him just where we'll all end up.

"We promise, no tricks" and it's proof 'cause it's on film...

So do we now all trust each word, spat out by the doubtful?

I just sit back laughin', at the world we have become

'Cause they sit back believin' the most ridiculous stuff.

In A Land Far Far Away

The idealistic, scenic world that we got lost in was full of blue skies and seas,
and love from our own heaven.
The Jesus we called upon did not arrive, so we created our own mind to worship.
No powerful Christ or God above,
just the neverending surrounding love.
And harmony was the music that your guitar sang,
and unity; the song your angelic voice played.
In this dream of a life that seems perfect
the pretty days will be full of smiles and change.

?

Staring here with a not so empty pen, with a mirror throwing it all right back at me,
into my face and into my heart,
but it makes no difference when I don’t know where to start.

Do I talk about you, or my best friend?
Or do I say how much I’m missing everyone else;
the family that I’ve pushed away,
or the few that I’ve held close?
Nobody seems to see the difference in the way my eyes are closed.
I hold them shut against the world and against our f*cked up heads,
just wishing for once I knew what I should have said,
what I should say,
but what difference would it make when you just turn away?

Opening

Distort your words with heartache,
pervert your head with lies
as I fall apart perfectly, and fall down right at your side.

And 'nothing is impossible'
except revealing the uncut truth.
So lock the covers over us, and I'll keep following you.

A Picture Put In Her Place

Sketchy outlines of a distant girl;
the emotionless eyes stare through me.
Shadows existing do not surface here,
his ink didn't embrace them.
Where do those lines lead?
Not to her smile, the one that hides anything of depth and worth.
But let it smile, let her smile,
while her paper browns and curls
and falls from her perfect reflection.

Nowhere Near Enough

The crucial words that sound so sweet
slip out your bitter lips and fall,
and stay shattered on the bathroom floor beside your empty bottle of alcohol.

Held back to avoid being spoiled by the upshot,
but makes no difference to how you touch her...
just as I'm irretrievably lost to confining blackness.
And we both hear each other's screaming but who knows what the hell for?

Take me, only me and me entirely
or otherwise turn away your back and let me turn mine.
This is a permanent laceration - unnecessary, for this torment should not be mine.

There is no limitation to the extent to which I hate.
In myself I've never found a want to hate so strong,
for every lie you drivel out and each contradicting glance.
Regardless,
in myself I've never found a love this staunch.

UnderCovers

How empty must we be

to be unable to speak of how we feel,

to put a word to the feelings inside and out?

Disorientated by pleasure we don’t want...

but we do.

And it’s her but we pretend otherwise

so that we can pretend to survive

without breathing like we used to,

with each other.

Shy Uprising

As my mind drifts with their smoke

your cigarettes carry me home.

Within ourselves we hide

and behind those sullen eyes

I see genius thoughts of anarchy 

caged behind glass and cigarette smiles.