What is your masquerade of moving pictures now
that you’ve landed screen down on the floor?
Will you keep your mask as tied to your heart as you keep your cards close to your chest?
I’m beginning to think you don’t even know what lies beneath it anymore.
Would you recognise your own broken skin?
Lines naturally painted to your face?
Curves on your hips?
You were begging for so long to become a work of fiction - how does it feel to not exist?
To have become an echo of toxic vanity?
You filled in all the the cracks for all your followers to see
But now they see them all
As your world shatters
screen down on the floor.

Sunshine lights this endless day;
I swim amongst the lake above,
walking round the flat terrain
of Lincolnshire’s spring, in love.
Jack adjoins my roaming mind
and Allen sings aside the birds;
I walk n’ walk with woes behind,
so marry up with the Mother Earth!

I bless my hands with fallen leaves
to feel the way they’d hug my skin.
My eyes expand in disbelief,
this leaf and I are one, akin.
I need not find another soul,
for all the love and what it’s worth,
is out there now, outside the hole,
so marry up with Mother Earth!

The clouds part quick;
a wanderers dream.
The grass grows thick,
enveloping me.
Flowers dance with helpless joy,
as I have found another birth,
insects smile, a bubbling boy,
so marry up with Mother Earth!

Travel home, and all things close,
as slammed doors shutter frames.
My phone lights up for one more dose,
and I burst out in flames.
I miss the sky, the summer rain,
the grass, the birds and endless mirth.
Indoors I find a stomach pain,
I miss the ******* Mother Earth.

It’s the past that crafts
your origami heart.

Fold the page into a shape,
that makes you who you are.

Once folded it never quite goes back,
lines on the white, darkened to black.

You come out again from the dark
and I open the door.

Tear it up you shout
so you see it no more

What happened to
your younger years
being your best?
Because all I
see is sadness
here in my head.

I was drowning
in the passenger seat;
the road ahead
was flooded
no less,
and the
night above
bled out light
like a thatched roof
dressed with war wounds.

That storm we found ourselves in
was a peculiar one;
all my clothes were drenched
much were yours, I guess,
steering the wheel as you did.

The city was just so beautiful
on that night;
if only we could been there instead:
dancing and laughing, as we would.
We were far enough away
that it could have had its own
seatbelt on, sat besides me,
being thrown left to right
by all this
solemn debate.

"Everything will be alright."
the man on the radio sang,
...will it?

A flower grows in the garden, blue.
When summer comes it comes to you.
When winter comes it turns from new
to the ghastly grey of once was good.

Show me worlds with a single glare
or take my hand and take me there.
Feed me life in a three course meal
with food that sings of something real.
Breath me in and savour the taste
I’d long to live in your embrace
Your world that’s full of love, my dear
let’s run away and leave life here.

Can I just sit here and dissolve
as a servant of life’s sour taste?
Absord the aches, the pains, the cold
and shiver as I wither away?

True, we did not choose
The sun or even the moon
But both have their use.

Dread is a disease
most unkind, and
my guts riddled with it
whilst walking down those
narrow corridors for the
very first time.

In fact, those feelings
didn't drop until I was
stood out amongst the
spitting rain under
grey spring skies,
half enjoying a
cigarette that my
nervous body had
searched for.

A lad came to me
with cuts and bruises
decorating an otherwise
friendly face, with
an escort to keep
him stood up straight.

Before we
even shook hands
you made sure I wasn't
going to be alone upon
my first evening there.

There is only so much
handshaking you can
do until you realise that
no one actually cares
how you're doing or
what your name is
until your reports
have landed on their
desk once or twice.

But you, you cared
for a stranger before
you even know their
name. I knew from
then that you were
the real deal, but
I suppose the blood
splatter of chemicals
rotting away your liver
had dampened a
clean sheet.  

I was sad to hear
you took your own
life.

Maybe one day we
can go for that
drink

and I'll tell
you that I
learned from
you and all
this sadness.

I had to run so far away
so I simply jumped the fence.
But all they told me was a lie
and now my love’s past tense.

Good friends, long drives and country nights
fast cars, dark roads and high-beam lights.
Complete content all in despite
the lives we lived we left behind.

An air so cramped with smoke we lined
we drink to death our whole design.
The world in which we all collide
is now the world we must refine.

Yet soon we must return confined
back into our joyless lives.
It’s this we must try to remind,
The very nature of mankind.

But why the rush? We need not hide.
We’re free of all that we declined!
At last, a path we can all ride
to drive and drive into the night.

Unseen bombs in the strengthened city streets.
A war on thoughts will slay the common man
when wars become concrete and gasoline;
people are dead and yet it was the plan.

A child doesn’t carry candy these days;
they’ll take a knife to school and stand up strong.
A playground dream becomes a heavy haze;
with blood on a hopscotch hilltop: “so long.”

Procrastinate away your true value
obtain a hate for words; ignore your worth.
Practise a life of crime; become so blue.
But you’re so high you won’t come down to earth.

With a change of heart and a change of pace
we could try and prevent the world’s decay.

Where am I
when you're
not here
but lost
in empty space,
wishing the time
would just
run, run away
then stop
dead still
to catch
it's breath
as soon as
I saw
your face.

I am the cascade rain
of chivalrous knights
and bubbling veins.

The gap you mind
and overstep,
The mind that’s gapped
without repent.

Yet the lake reflects a smile
and bellows out broadly
in the broken streams of Nile
in the thoughts of this, a while.

There is no one out there
for you, for me, for anyone.
There are just people taking
life one tincture at a time. I know
this just as I know that cigarettes
will just make you cough, and just
as surely, you will smoke them
until your voice sings out of
tune anyway.

There are no great cameras,
no screenplay writers, to lap
you up and kiss you until dawn.
Instead, you bitterly spit through
half-smiles and half mean them too,
and only half the time are they lovely.

But you've been told otherwise,
huh? Red lips, red wine and red meat
is dream that's sold to the dreaming,
in life it leads only to red stains.
Sometimes they don't come out and
you'll cry, sometimes they're a piece of
the evening you'll welcome to your
messy wardrobe of messy clothes.

Let's just call it what it is and know
that without those words
we are just bags of
skin and bone that watch the stars as
chemicals fight in our heads.

And that isn't always perfect,
because it's not written that way,
this way, your way, my way or
really, anyway
at all

When did I become
a spectator of this?
The absolute agony
of aching for bliss.
It shudders my skin
like a whispering wind.
But I’m not sure
if I’m still here.

I long for life’s most
beautiful things.
Love, at last
without the strings.
Smiles and sparks;
a soul that sings.
But I’m not sure
if I can breathe.

You see, I try to fly
but I just can’t win.
A bird that strains
with clip on wings;
chained to the Earth
with deranged beliefs
and a heart that’s lost
without relief.
grief.

it just...
sits there.
it never moves
never blinks.
never flashes
never rings.
not a text
not a ding.
oh
what life
was like
when you
would
sing
            down the
            phone at
            ten to
            three
to me

I miss the waves
that kiss shore
like the hair that falls
to greet your body

but when your
here with eyes
transfixed on
the night

and I get the
pleasure of
seeing it

nothing seems
so bad.

It’s not just time that flies
when I’m with you;
my feet have been off the ground
since we met.

All of my favorite things
involve your
face

or the way your hair would
naturally fall over your eye
as though it was the veil
that was hiding the only
woman in the room.

Everything else is
obsolete
when you open
your mouth,

the world doesn't
turn when you
move,

the rain doesn't pour
when you
smile,

nobody sings when
you talk

piano keys won't pla-

Or uh...
something...

It was him
it was always him
that you were meant
to be with.

Not her,
never her.
She just filled
in the blanks.

But from the start,
from the very start,
it was you
that filled in his heart.

And always will
until the end
when your lives
are worlds apart.