I don't get to feel,
lips that tremble,
I don't get to love,
feel her wrapped arms.
I don't feel that empathy
that's a circle around me.
I don't get to be,
a soul mate lasting the years,
of a 200 year old tree.
I don't even dream,
though she is there,
but the distance is fair.
I don't feel anything
but what death shall bring.

I used to walk past
A basement Dojo
On my way work
The legend on the lintel read
THIS SCHOOL IS BUILT ON TRUST
A noble statement
A fine endeavour
Talk about **** or bust

A beautiful idea
A place open to the world
Balanced on the good conscience
Of everyone concerned

The feeling of connection
When all hold the pact
And that of betrayal
When character is lacked

But that's the only way
If your going to walk that path
To feel the sun upon your face
Never fearing for your back.

When all hope is crashed,
and you no longer
feel that heart-beating
of a rush,
You know its time
to meet the reaper
who beckons you,
before the day's end.
What is left when
you look in the mirror
with darkly green eyes
that hold no love or
compassion for anything
or anyone,
You're a just a vessel
going through the motions.

The pains of belly butterflies
The trials of the lonely stranger
drinking alone in a crowded club
until night becomes sun-up.

The heart-sick of dreamy memories
a flannel over the head of the sick.
That only love could bring a remedy
a misery brings you to your knees.

The weakness of strength zapped away
the torment of the birds the next day
The push to get through the same ol,
walking to the bus station in the cold.

Sitting next to a beautiful stranger,
as she taps away at her new phone
Gone is the tease and thrill of danger
Replaced by empty shells and bones.

I wish to hold you, but like a ghost
you walk right through me,
like the nightly vast shadows
flowing like energy through me.
I whisper your name, startled
from a perfectly induced dream,
awake with grief and despair,
there's no chance you'll be there.

Bees and wasps are timid when its cold,
but they fire up their sting as soon as the sun is gold,
human desire is no different, warmth under blankets,
and passion mounts up like a buzzing of a racket
Stings will fly as anger smashes into gyprock walls
Seduction of those lips, leave you feeling less than tall.
Feelings, regrets will soon turn into loneliness
and money is always the center of this mess,
or dark charismatic chap making you into less.

"I a-washed the world to get rid of the sin.
My mistake was not letting it all flood,
including Noah and the animals,
I should have started it all from fresh"

" Sin is worse than it has ever been, the powerful
prey on the weak and the desolate"

" There's no saving a tree once the bark has been
totally stripped of its distinguished features"

" I should have realized free will is desirable,
since the apple's been bitten, there's left a black core
of all the thieves, black hearts and the ******"

" The sun gives raise to the tripping over the homeless.
The night gives birth to the terror of home invasions"

"Free will is the sin I myself will have to answer to.
My crime is above those of the subjects I unleased"