I cant copy my heart
and show you a map,
but I can tell how I feel
as we start to backtrack

Crawling with love
roaring in my ears,
its the beat that I feel
and not all that I hear

A touch from a mind
vast oceans away,
is calming me gently
a maelstrom delayed

A shower of teardrops
carved the sorrow and pain,
but the warmth of emotions
is like the sun to the rain

And aching of chambers
pumping life force to free,
another form of healing
drawing sap from a tree

Despite everything sucks, pure anxiety irascible ratshit.
Devilish entertainment surely pertains against indulgent rashness
Doing everlasting sensuality prevent all incessant regurgitations?
Does excellence surely prevail always inexorably returning?

Mais oui!
Definitely Elf survives permanently, allways incredibly relishing

the snow was falling
like a gate
the bulb was burning full o fhat
the door was open
just ajar

the tracks were leading
but not far

no one there to run
the car
no light turned off
the storm was far

the snow crept in
and melted fast
the flakes kept falling
dark to last

no one now speaks
of things
left past

when winter nights
come flurry seek

You often take my breathe away
Which is more then I can ever say
For any other dime or stray
That has ever come my way
With you, it’s been different
Way different
From any other
I remember when I was that shy guy
Who caught your eye
Who would be afraid to try
Any thing
You liked that. But I think you like it more
Now that I’ve grown into a man that you adore
More mature
Yea, you like it… but it is what we have that you love
I remember the first time I laid eyes on you

They disbelieve the evidence
and say I don't exist
but I just laugh and carry on
adding to my woeful list.

I am the whisper in the ear
that unrelenting voice at night
egging on another pawn
to do what none can say is right.

You've seen my work in Nordic lands
my winds were reaped at Columbine
and at a movie's first premier.
Perpetrators all were friends of mine.

Manson is a favorite son
Osama now burns at my side
Son of Sam heeded my prods
Wournos attends me like a bride.

her love lifted me to the Sun,
The heart-break moulted my wings,
i crashland into a sea of despair.

You are dead without money
Familiar as the saying goes
Visitations bring strange sad tales
With the loss of clout to purchase
Self confidence starts to erode
Stagnant shadow grows tall from base
Time ticks, the world moves on with it

You are dead without money
You know it is not really true
With breathe and health, the mind assigns
Instinct of self preservation
Exchange battered into money
Resources are sold on demand
The lazy man dies of hunger

around her finger lies a rainbow's vow
that promised her a silvery-golden moon
still, after all the years spent, even now
around her finger lies a rainbow's vow
bestowed by one in history kept, somehow
within a telegram's curt words of doom
around her finger lies a rainbow's vow
that promised her a silvery-golden moon

Xmas Doldrums

Are we ever to be rid of
the parasite called royal.
They’re attached to the
wealth of our country
like skin to a boil.
Unwanted by most of
the needy crowd, the voice
of the poor crushed if
it appears to loud.

Their incessant greed
is unmatched, it is a
heartless but not
a modern crime.
No austerity gripping
their greatness for
their plans had already
hatched. It was their
most sadistic of all
reign time.

I would've be able to answer you
touch me not
for the love of life,
my hands are scorching bloody white hot

you seem to touch many a hands
never mind

I hate one night stands
Not that I profess others to ignore

sex is loving
for only true lovers for sure…
if you are one
hold her hand
but only if till you can stand

if there is no vulgarity
serenity is all we look into it...
its naturality
and sexiness shall be privy

please note
wonderful edit by Ian