Begun

Tread carefully

I'm so used to walking in the gutter that placing my feet on level ground has become Somewhat of a privilege. Ironically though, I find that my feet fumble and move around, unable to find even footing On the flat surface I now find myself on. I aim for the cracks Just to find Some resistance. Maybe I should Just stay in my place, And not seek things above my station To forever crawl in the dirt Realise And accept The struggle The comfort In the uneven surface of my life

Still sailing

The reef cracked my hull Yet I sail on My hold has begun to fill Yet I sail on The cabin is splintered, destroyed Yet I sail still Strakes fractured Sails are tattered Yet on I go And as I watch the last slow match fall I pray none of the powder is dry

Lioness

I was disappointed

Disappointed in a way I never had been before

I gave you my love and support

And you gave me your best

But your best

Through no fault of your own

Could not contend

You were robbed

Of what should have been yours

And despite what happened between us

You still have

Me

Burden

I am sick Of the knowledge Of your thoughts Of the potential decision That you could have made Of the responsibility You place on me To look after you The finger That you point at me The moment I don't The moment I'm not there The moment I take for myself I stand accused Betrayal they say Disrespect A lacking love The noose around my heart The dead weight on my shoulders I cannot give in Or give up I do not sell myself as a hero Or even a good man So do not blame me For when I do not do What's right by you. I am sick Of the knowledge Of your thoughts Of the potential decision That you could have made Of the responsibility You place on me To look after you The finger That you point at me The moment I don't The moment I'm not there The moment I take for myself I stand accused Betrayal they say Disrespect A lacking love The noose around my heart The dead weight on my shoulders I cannot give in Or give up I do not sell myself as a hero Or even a good man So do not blame me For when I do not do What's right by you.

This kinda talkative is bordering On lunacy Clearly overheated synapses Lazy caps firing firing firing Who rigged this circuit board Bored So bored of this wiring Cut the red cut the blue What the fuck does this one do Zzzzzap Now I feel a bit strange I taste all blurry Was the ground always this furry?

Closed, go away

Too much duvet In the way Thinkings not allowed We're closed The mind opens at 10 Come back then Wait outside if ya have to Just don't expect any Privileges for being keen Sharp as a stone The mind opens at 10 On The Dot Just five minutes more Just five Minutes more

Do I exist if they no longer see me Am I the tree In the proverbial wood. Do they forget what they no longer view In the stream Like the fish within the herons shadow. Do I leave their thoughts Like the night As soon as the sun has risen. Am I out of my mind When I am out of theirs Was I out of mine To leave.

En résponse à l'amour

La mer Mon cœur,

A most placid violence A savage calm A longing stems from that place A most elegant love A most crippling fear One boys fascination Becomes a mans obsession Growing and changing And boiling and writhing Until Until Still. Back to that time Remember The time before the start Before the first ripples spread Before the tempest that is both terror and euphoria takes hold. You are quite simply ‘Freedom’ Expressed most paradoxically.

Être immobiles mon cœur battant.

The spectator

I feel Old And through that age I feel Alone Yet not lonely More like I've been taken somewhere I never asked to go And left there But still in full view Of everyone

Blerp

Everything was different, I wish I could say Now it's all the same, But no such luck Or maybe that is lucky. It's hard to tell When it's all in flux. Gains and losses Can't be measured Using any known system Only the feelings of Pain and joy