smokey-hued
you're like a room
hardened by whiskey and sweat
the floors worn out by the heels
of Hate and Love

Shinning in the lights
we carve our ways
passing shift work

The lines rising
your legs thin
hurrying to arrive
and hurrying to leave

Your eyes like a mountian
stream...the curve of its
mystery, the light
surrounded by darkness..

man of the hill
I know nothing
but I remember
your summer
hand upon my
chest

I’m sorry I can no longer hide it
In my dark mind from the start
Forced to deal with the violent
Fires of my once cold heart
You torched my world aflame
To dance among the embers
Now I’m shouting to exclaim
Love that everyone remembers
With stories of burning passion
That may give you the identity
I am your demons’ assassin
And your closest extremity
For this dream is just a lie
Leave the scene I say goodbye

Everything is fading fast
While I beg for it to freeze
To slow down
To stop time
And let it all be

Why is this retreat so quick
No fleeting grasping hands
Or soft spoken words
Each second more separation
Between two that used to be one

There are no words left
No warm soothing touches
Just cold harsh air
Replacing where intertwined pieces used to rest

This seems to be the goodbye
That was never supposed to be
This is the loss we were
Never supposed to feel

Let it be
that hatred is the venom
you spit out
before it poisons
your heart and soul,
that your faith remains
fresh like the morning dew
when the day begins
as you live your life anew
and the smile that you wear
is not a hypocrite's lie

If you give them an inch
And they take a whole mile
Give of things squirlish
Unholy and vile

wit
...
.......
is d shit
that won't fit
in yr everyday coffin

>coughing sound

hey this one's still alive
...
thrive
i
dare
u

Light!

There is no white light
All colours combine
and bring about sunshine.
V I B G Y O R
Violet is like flowers are violet and blue
I love you!
Indigo is the colour
with which clothes are washed
and they then glow

Blue is the colour of eyes
all love but few know
they always lovers ignore,

Green is the colour of leaves and trees
till autumn arrives and nudifies
then we always say
grass is greener
on the other side
of the hill

wear our footsteps
like the hush
now
the history against us
we were the current
the spark that spun
and dazzled the
dizzy dapple
in fat summer
the black shade
crept through us
the spirits like a ripple
fast
and free

hunter eyes now
wary and skittish
more beautiful

It didn’t take me long after leaving Creel behind
I eavesdropped at a few partly open hotel doors
yeah waited a while and watched for a host
to take me to America's wildest shores,

Ah! A rich man and his sweetest whore

I imagined I’d like to join in the fun
I entered the richest bum, as he played his game
his eyes turned bloody red not seen before
by the woman of the street, dirty littlest whore.