Lies

Don't lie to me and tell me
That you're just the same as me.
I really don't appreciate
Your stinking fantasy.
I know we're not that different,
What with breathing air 'n all,
But there's nothing else
We have in common,
'Baby',
Not at all.
Your soothing words
Were razor tipped
With purple enmity,
So shove this
Where it hurts most
'Babe',
You're not the same as me.

Sing

Sing a song of summer sounds,
To
Bring a heart of stone around,
Then
Take your soul inside the song,
And
Harmonise 'til 's reason's gone.

Sometimes

Sometimes she got so
Very
FULL
Of things
Once more
Unsaid,
She feared the words
Would force themselves
Out of her skin,
Tearing a place
In the ether
With razor tipped
Fingers.

Because sometimes
There was just
NO WAY
Of saying what should
Be said.

Not without....... more.

But why did it burn so much,
That,
That,
Feeling,
That what was really meant was....
How
Dare she
Take the lid of her box.
Hmm.
Well guess what?
The lid was off,
And now,
Well now..

THERE ISN'T A BIG ENOUGH BOX.

A notion

It's only a notion
A spark in dark,
I can't help but wonder
Just where it will park?

For there's nothing to show
Where the process will end.
Just as long as it's clamp free
And calls me a friend!

All this wanting and waiting
Can drive you insane,
So I've cleared out the cobwebs
And hoovered my brain.

Now the notion has space
And a free reign to play,
And I'm hoping it's sunshine
Will brighten my day!

The Game

Don’t you say it again,

I can taste your disdain,

I am more than your words,

Really! STOP, cease, refrain.

Your new game's just the same,

Only now there’s no pain,

Not my rules, not your creature;

Not my rules, not my game.

In my heart what remains?

No more burning of shame.

Now the thing that defines me

That dull roar, that RAGE.

So go choke on your words,

I won't hear them again,

Not my rules. Not your creature,

Not my pain, NOT MY GAME.

There's a light..

At the end of the tunnel,

I saw it I swear.

Bye, bye gloom!!

Wait, light.

Stay there, 

Stay bright!

I'm coming!

Where did I put my bicycle??!

Insight

An ancient knowledge
was buried,
In times gone by,
By those afraid of the truths
And the powers that they hold.

But that knowledge still is.

Time cherished and freed,
Now a force out of hiding,
Leading the way
For those that it touches,
And draws out of the darkness
And into the light.