It is so hard to comprehend,
a way in which I could defend
mine home, mine heart, mine joys, mine fears
that some do hope will disappear.
The river runs an open course,
the flowers bloom their own discourse.
The world revolves, it carries on,
though I do witness things done wrong.
I eat some yoghurt with dismay,
I cry a little everyday.
But moon by moon my heart regrows,
and soon forgotten are those woes.
To moving forward raise thou's cup.
If you feel down please do cheer up.
The sun is here, the sky is clear.
Let's murder those who won't shut up.
We will move on, we will be glad,
for now's no time for all that's sad.
With
A boy in a river
He stands three feet tall
He weeps like a flute
Though his music is small
His cherubic face
Is contorted with woe
A rain storm surrounds him
Then rain turns to snow
And the boy keeps on standing
In a river that rages
And his tears keep on falling
For ages and ages
Though the storm comes and goes
And the sun sets and rises
And people bring gifts
Of all colours and sizes
The boy stands his ground
In his ways, in the water
So the people trap the boy
In a statue of mortar
They make him look happy
And he plays in the wet
He looks to be cheerful
So the locals don't fret
They say that he wept
For the sake of
Monsters lurking in your room
all they can recall is doom
hidden deep beneath your bed
monsters lurking in your head
awaiting fear awaking fear
the monsters crawl into your ears
they bask in anger and distress
and to the shrink you soon confess
their powers strong you've lost control
they are soon dining on your soul
you're crying out too easy beat
to beat the monsters quite a feat
but gasp, your soul, your lifeblood's taken
until of sudden you awaken.
Chipped nail polish
broken dreams
flickering neons
splitting seams
hereditary failure
losing streaks
devastated escort
quietly weeps
Never loved
used for lust
future lost
less then dust
then one night
disappears
insignificant
unshed tears
Long forgotten
soon dug up
long examined
then thrown out
name unknown
poor jane doe
long forgotten
decomposed.
They say it's all
inside my head
Shall I imagine thoughts instead?
Imaginary thoughts
become imaginary doubts
And Imaginary fears
can last imaginary years
Imagine what might happen then
imaginations outrun men
the men trip over, and as they do,
they realise they're imagined too
Imaginary chaos
and Imaginary wars
Imaginary prejudice
imaginary flaws
Imagine what would happen if instead
our years went back,
If this is all inside my head,
then how would we keep track?
LIVING IN THE AMAZON
SWINGING FROM THE TREES
EATING ALL THE FALLEN LEAVES
DRINKING ALL THE SEAS
WHEN THE CLOUDS BECOME THE SKY
AND WE BECOME THE STARS
THEN THE WORLD WILL MAKE GOOD SENSE
WE HAVE TRAVELLED FAR.
Hidden in my mind is a mysterious creature,
lurking, lurking in the dark.
And when he comes around I think
"Mysterious creature, what is it you do when I am out?"
My dreams, my dreams, they're whispering to me,
many unbelievable things,
My mind, my mind, is dreary and I sleep
but He will conquer soon if I don't see.
His army is growing, and slowly I am going,
into a world where I may never dream.
I'm losing my control, but no-one hears my calls,
the thing that hides inside is really me.
I'm broken, afraid. I have no-where to lay
my imaginary head when all is dark.
So when He's asleep deep inside I'll creep
and lurk until My arm