Sunburn

Yes the red raw skin does sting,
But without I would not feel
Each and every movement that I make;
Where every fold doth end
And every crease begin.

Yes through the pain I grin,
Because without it I mightn't remember
That day in the sun spent with you;
Where every cloud was silver
And every love so true.

Yes the pain will dull,
And the tan will stay much longer,
The sun will shine again:
Topless, I will think myself clever;
Tan and burn will come again
But this love will last forever.

The Bird's Song Sings Of You

And the sweetest song that is sung,
Is sung by the smallest sweet singing bird;
That sits atop the lofty tree,
In this big wide world.

I look at you among the branches,
And listen to the sweets,
Of that sweet song that you sing,
And the harmony
With the other bird-tweets.

And all the while I think of you,
And keeping you to myself,
But in my heart I know,
That it is best to share this wealth:

The priceless melodies and music,
By the smallest sweet singing bird;
That sings the sweetest song that is sung.

They Can't Stop It

They did lock me up,
They guarded me day and night,
They doped me up,
They never let me out of sight.

They can't stop now,
They wont change who I am,
They don't even know how,
They watch the sacrafice of a lamb.

We can see it all,
We know what is going on,
We stand forever tall,
We will live when the body has gone.

We know what must be done,
We know where to go,
We know it will be won,
We know not so!

I am all alone,
I am also free,
I am sat on my throne,
I am waiting for me.

I cannot go on like this,
I cannot stay in this place,
I cannot keep taking the piss,
I cannot keep spitting in my face.

Count Me Out

In the silence of the day,
The clock tick
My only friend, and faux
The fur stirs upon my skin,
And the dumb calls
From out of sight,
Whispers of new worlds, on the other side
Of a still dark night.

Looking up at the mottled glass,
I paw the door, helpless;
Helplessly dreaming of a future,
Where this present
Is past, forgotten so much
Just a scar of a suture;
And in the rainbow glow
Of the mottled glass door,
I am all so utterly helpless.

The thick motionless air,
Sits sullen, and breathes
Life into this deathly scene;
And still I wait,
To take his place:
Is it not the other side,
That is said to be green?
But it always seems so, that
I am all so utterly helpless.

It was an Inside Job

Beside the smooth soft skin,
Sits the rough patches
And the broken chewed nails;
Behind the friendly smile,
Lies chipped yellowing teeth
And screams shouts wails;
Under these unbecoming clothes,
Folds a poisoning penis
And the threat of another;
Over these broad shoulders,
Hides an unknown past
And no father or mother;
Inside these dark eyes,
Plays the silent thoughts
And the push to become true;
Within this one man,
There is a war raging
And another trying to get through.

The Stone in the Shoe

And so begins the test, you snake in the grass;
But your poison wont touch me
And your parasitic spines wont get me,
Because I am salt and I am ice,
And you can't see the storm coming,
By then the destruction will be.
And the slithering smile
But a lonely seed in the sand.
And the sand the desert.

No longer the flesh and bones
Of life, you no longer human,
And find the water,
Please follow those footprints
In the sand and in the water;
Let a conscience be your ballast,
And may it keep your head beneath.
And not even the fish
Would nibble at your flesh.

You beautiful lie, you beautiful lie,
Just hiding a hideous truth,
With your sweetness, and blasphemy
And some doctored proof.
Just look what you have got
And nothing is worth a smile,
Because nothing is really truth,
And you are all alone.

Letter To A H.Keller

Can't you see,
That I'm sick of this day;
Can't you see, That I only ever want
To go out in the rain
When it isn't raining;
And go for a jog when I'm busy.

Can't you see that I'm a fake,
That I don't fit in;
Can't you see, that I don't
Value myself, how could I
Ever value you;
Do you see what I'm saying.

Can't you see that I love,
That I want to love,
That I want to be loved,
Can't you see;
There is beauty, even in that
Which hurts the most.

Can't you see,
Can't you see,
That it was no more
Special than the rest,
Can't you see that
It was all an act;
Even I believed that.

Can't you see, that true love lasts
Forever, and our love
Is over, and never was,
And never should be:
Don't blind yourself
From what everyone can see.