Be Still

Wait, what?

Little fingers never waited So long To be waited Upon Had to weigh out some Gold, or was it silver That had a lighter weight I can't wait for the answer Now that they're waited They can move faster But that's only after They've waited to have The weight lifted To become weight-less

Thirteen - a retrospective

The innocence of youth Left me then I understood That we all Co depend It might end my pain But It would increase theirs The fear had taken hold And entered my mind Overdramatising My situation in life It was bad But it would get better Now I had no need To write that letter

Marian

That kind of look that just breathes "I know what the fuck I'm doing, And you want it, You want to know". It captures me At the basest most innocent of levels. She stands Forever still In black and white. This wolf at my door.

On my way home...

Have you ever Felt so... Ethereal? A part of yourself And a part of nothing In touch but unable to, All that is you And all that is everything Is not anymore. Have you ever Watched yourself From the inside, An out of body experience Yet trapped in your own. Disconnected control Of your own self, You are you. But barely able to feel And yet remaining fully aware Just, Dulled Numb To all that is. Danger lies in that stillness Like quicksand It becomes hard not to sink To fall into And embrace That sweet nothing Because there is no fear Just a vague sense of acceptance Without question or answer

Yup

Esquire he's my idol But now Now Lets not get Carried away Swept A-way with the tide Weigh anchor dogs This whale wants us inside But we won't go down No we won't go down Not with this ship Not on your life No not on your lives Neither on mine

The cage

Who let you

Out of your cage?

Locked away,

Yet with no key,

So this could never happen.

Though how does one truly cage

The intangible.

I am you made flesh.

Perhaps I then am the one who should be caged,

Locked away together.

Perhaps to let you out

Would in fact hold you.

Perhaps this is your poison speaking already.

Subversive social commentary

...we’re fucked.

The eleven thirty train to sleepsville via stone heart town has left

How do you feel Because I don't know how To. I want to know But Don't lend me your knowledge Just let me know, Tell me Your side of the story Don't let me in the door Just let me peek through the window And catch a glimpse I don't have the time Or the capacity For it all

Questions of waiting

I find myself In a waiting room The real life Purgatory Realised With seats And nonsensical material With which to 'entertain' And pass the time. I'm Not free And not Accepted, Imprisoned, perhaps, But Just there. Between a boy And a beast Perhaps they symbolise me Perhaps that's why I find myself between And not beside. When they call my name Will we all rise? Or will they be left behind?

Smoke

This city makes me Angry Not at any one particular thing Or things It just makes me feel angry. There's a hostility to this city. And I'm not sure how much longer I can take it. I've realised I need the calm The open. I feel older after one hour here I feel threatened and on edge Eyes constantly darting, Checking light and shadow alike Fearful of nothing And the potential for anything Wolves in sheeps clothing. This is not living It's surviving But surviving to get by.