Her breath was halcyon
We were my axiom;
I was her peace

Piecing pictures out of nothing
Pretty words, I caught her bluffing
Then the release

why is it my tears only slip?
never fall
never pour

they slip the sadness out of my heart
they slip out in laughter
they slip me into surrender.

and i fear the helplessness of their slipping.

who will be the one to watch me slip i wander?
and like the first time i skated,
will i be laughing or crying?

my tears
have slipped between the cracks i've been meant to believe i've fallen through
they're slipping colour into the ink as i write
they've slipped silently in the shower to render them invisible
and i hate it when i'm on fire and they slip down
like a fail-safe to an active volcano -

what good do they do?

even when i shut my eyes
they slip through.

they make creeks out of me in my hysteria
slipping me in and out of the flux
they're the grease, the oil that drips through the fulcrum
that teeter-totters laughter and sadness

they slip like sugar in the morning light as
i pour my coffee to start the same day over again

they slip onto to the floor where i lye
out of the bottle and into the glass
as i listen to music and float away on voices and waves
they slip out the words i could never say

but my favourite place to slip
is out in the rain,
and for a moment i can entertain
the pathetic fallacy that
the sky has fallen,
and the world is slipping with me.

Life is that which is all
When set aside pain and
Pleasure, loss and gain,
Taking passage into a dream,
And finding the magic, in awe of
Everything just beyond the sight
And lose all fear and float into the light.

grab your bags
let go of your inhibitions
and let's leave.
leave this town
leave this city
and break free from our shackles, our chains.

we'll run by fields of gold
bask in the warmth of dusk
wade through the weeks of cold
and reach the crossroad of life.

together,
all the way.

F         a     d                  e                     m        e

           i   n                   a                   n     d           o    u                   t

o    f                       r      e           a   l  i                   t        y . .      .

I wanna l
                  e
                     t
                                            
                       g          
                       o  
                                
Of this world                          ...........                     of this life......

I WANNA FEEL

                  A           L                I             V                     E
                      A           L                I             V                     E
                A           L                I             V                     E
               A           L                I             V                     E
                         A           L                I             V                     E  .    .     .     ?

once electric and new
        your strings put up a fight,
but now our ties have dwindled down
        and they are no more than strands of hair.
my counter is in disarray
        broken tiles lay at my feet,
but my rock is sharpened
        held in my hands waiting to strike.
now i just need to think
        am i about to be free
                or make my biggest mistake?

Like a song, I waited to be heard,

Till' they lent their ears and offered

The gift to listen to a voice

That gave clear insight from all the noise.



Throughout the epochs of hearsay,

Eons of complete mental disarray,

Ages of false images,

And unclear periods of distress.



At last, my voice was hearkened.

The truth has soared and shined,

To illuminate the path for the blind

To enlighten the false that had me bound.