At the grand party
Dressed in my best
I whirl round like a mad dervish
How to take all of the gold under my skin
All in just one night
I claw at the gates of eternity
Begging for another invitation

Have you ever felt so small and insignificant
Consumed by isolation
Severed from the world encompassing you

That feeling is a constant for me
Deep seated in the darkness of my mind

Catching breath below the pines,
we fall again. Stunted by
a view of ambition, killed mid-step
by a tongue my mouth can’t home.
It begs for yours, once a sweeter
denizen. Brief encounters.

Lower, in the midday pitch,
we play on dampened grass.
An old and broken home
morphs into tiny bricks –
layered perfectly for the second.

Now, under bright arches
we build and build. Push through:
pursue a touch of loss. Doors built,
splintering into a time that
screams too loud to hear recent tones.

A spin on the chapped path,
we dodge the looming break:
seconds to go. Swimming in
lightened patches on the grass,
we crumble sweetly as the stone.

Of late i think there's something wrong with my heart..
...i'm starting to wonder if it's functioning properly
..'Coz the emotions i'm supposed to perceive, feel and convey seem to get lost in translation
I think perhaps the fact that it's remained idle for such a long time seems to have impaired it in some manner
I've got to stop listening to my **** brain all the time
And start paying some much deserved attention to my heart
F*...how could i've been so selfish???

My eyes latch on to you, as I begin
to notice yours. Alive and wide open
to wonder. Stuck within a starry gaze,
one million tiny planets mirrored in
the fresh and newly gleaming galaxies
you hold. I start to feel you float away.
I watch you set your sails, with hope in hand
and wonder if I’d ever catch a glimpse
of eyes so honest. I would lap it up -
swim right along beside you, if I could.

Delusion tells me there might be a way
to steal those looks, at least for a few months.
A vessel for your future; my today,
but one of disappointment, all the same,
or so they told me once when I was young.
I guess we’d have to wait and see if I
would break the way they forecast that I could
or if I’d fracture how I always do.
Either way, that fear skips over you.

I won’t deny, a temporary peace
could be the perfect savior to my doubt.
That soft and gentle smile you’re posing now
could be all mine for just a little while.
I’d let you sweetly sway me off to sleep,
protect me with your life while we both float
away into that sky and I would be
the perfect vessel before my decline.