Lines of Sanity

Specks of old air fill the breeze,

While she dances on her naked toes…

I light the cigarette as she stops to look,

Her eyes looking at me like cold death.

I lurk in the corner of the room,

As she changes the song again,

Another moment lost to destiny,

Letting go of all control, I smoke.

I hold her by the waist,

As she looks around for him,

I let go and leave the room,

‘It is everyone and no one’, she smiles.

Daybreaks of being alone now,

Wanting to be feel lonely again,

A light strand of sanity to keep me awake,

Holding this version for another moment.

From all they know…

To all she doesn’t…

From an indifferent moment…

To feeling nothing…

Shadow of a Non-Believer

Bright morning enveloping the night,

Shades of dark lost in silver clouds,

I look into the mirror, still…

My reflection joined by pieces...

Not the sum of what they think of me,

Not the kind of food I eat,

Not the number of clothes I have,

Not the people I spend time with.

                                             

I lie on my bare back, my eyes closed…

Looking into the abyss of the looping sky…

Memories of changing shades over time…

Found in the cold corners of my mind…

Not the money I have,

Not the movies I watch,

Not the music I hear,

Not the way I speak.

I believe…

 All you know is…

All I told you.

Gravity

The lights were dimmed now,

The stage was empty, she was alone.

Throwing her shoes to the corner,

She tip toed to the centre of the stage.

Music filled the room,

Words moving in her veins,

She raised her hands and danced,

She defied gravity in her thoughts.

Not a soul looked at her,

Not a soul could look at her,

Dancing on the edge of the wall,

Floating with the chill of the breeze.

The city lights looked the same,

The society now beneath her,

The lust of love breathing in her,

She looked up at the stars.

Sealing her place amongst them,

She took a step and flew away,

Her mind plummeting head first,

Her lips moving to the song.

Love for another moment,

Love for another experience,

Love for another lust,

Love to prove gravity wrong,

Greed, my only Sin...

Shame

She stood by the corner between the light and haze,

Looking at the room fill in and empty out…

She looked at them together in her mind,

Falling like domino pieces in air.

Sipping her tea slowly,

She tugged harder at her skirt.

Her short legs exposed as she walked,

She pushed her socks down.

Moving her head to the numbing sound,

Sounds of laughter dancing to the music…

A hand pulling her by the waist,

She came face to face with him.

Dancing to the rhythm of our bodies,

His lips pushed against my skin hard,

He whispered in my ear lightly,

‘I can’t believe I haven’t met you yet.’

I pushed him back against the wall,

Trapped in passion enveloping us,

Liberated in that numb moment,

We let go in the garden of temptation.

‘You can think of him tonight’

He whispered in my ears.

I looked at him knowingly,

Another night, another stranger.

Born in the their wrong time,

Born in the their wrong place,

Born in the their wrong form,

Born every moment.

Love of a moment for every moment…

Higher than lust of one eternal moment…

Love lost in the wild greed,

Greed of another moment.

Shame in the love for greed,

Higher than lust of the material,

Not lost in the their need to stop,

No Shame...

To the Moon and Back

Tunes of another time

Of Love and Loss

Love of a night…

Lost in the daylight…

Tunes of another kind

Of Power and Greed

Power over self…

Greed to never stop…

Tunes of another life

Of a life forgotten

Life in a home…

Forgotten in the wild…

Tunes of another girl

Of a homeless world

Homeless by choice…

World of the wild…

Lost in the abyss

Of never knowing,

Kissed by the stars…

On the lips...

Found in the Garden of Eden,

Biting the apple…

From the snake’s mouth,

Kissed by the maker…

Lost in the web,

Of her making…

In love with…

Creatures of the Dark…

Found in the loss…

Found in every life…

Found in everything…

Lost when Found…

To every life at the same time…

To everything through nothing…

To every orgasm through every kiss…

To the Moon and back...

I Call it Magic

Sitting by a window pane,

Dreams about a life in dreams,

Rejecting time,

Broken between the real and the surreal.

I sit by the window still,

Looking at it all,

Looking at what I don’t want,

Looking at what I will never want.

And in their love and loss,

The fear of losing another one,

Greed of the broken winged,

Greed of a lost cause.

Passing through storms,

Lost and found,

Between the music and the musician,

Rhythm of the cursed…

No fear of the unknown,

Fear of the unspoken,

Big Realities…

Bigger Illusions…

Curiosity to a stranger,

From the unknown…

A life against rules of reality,

Moving to the surreal.

Dreams of another window pane…

Dreams of a swim in the open ocean…

Dreams of being lost in the surreal...

Dreams of a lost cause…

I sit by the window still,

Music of the free world,

Realities of a golden cage,

A life of taking flight.

Life as a circle…

In a square box…

I call it Magic…

I call it Truth…