If seeing is believing
then I guess you will be leaving
every emotion, every feeling
that you were receiving
behind.

For every person you have ever loved or even hated
you once shoved or even dated
was just a lie
as love and hate are just emotions
a state of being
a set of notions
that don't involve seeing.

A blind man doesn't need his eyes
to see the truth
on them he does not rely
he just needs the proof
as through his minds eye he can realise
because his minds eyes are his real eyes.

For he does not see the wind
but feels his coat being pinned
to his very skin
and can't visualise electricity
but with his real eyes he does see
that the power it generates
is real to he.

Now even though we can't see God
doesn't make him a concept of mans mind
dreamt up by all mankind
all you have to do is read
his very word through the bible
then you too will believe
and be liable to see.

The truth from fiction
the reality from prediction
for every past conviction
isn't a contradiction
as some would have you believe
because they only use their eyes to see.

Now even though you're reading this with your eyes
you're now slowly starting to realise
that believing comes from the mind and being wise
for the eyes are just deceiving
and seeing isn't believing.

My ego craves attention
there's no smoke without fire
so give me your affection
of it I will never tire
tell me I am handsome
tell me I am kind
let's just have some fun
whilst you play with my mind
call me intelligent
say I am gorgeous
my ego is evident
my ego is porous
soaking up your compliments
letting it expand
keep stroking my ego
keep feeding it so
it's not really me though
just so you know.

I will rock your world
take you to unseen places
make you feel like a little girl
I will be your oasis
come let me quench your thirst
and satisfy your hunger
it will feel like your first
I will make you feel younger
hurry though because I'm in demand
there's a queue outside my door
so lets not pretend
you won't be wanting more
I will be your addiction
your selfsame drug of choice
about me you will write fan fiction
whilst I leave you moist
you will want me in your bed
you will want me to come knocking
but remember everything I've said
its just my ego talking.

I hate the word suicide
probably because I can relate to that pain inside
so whenever I hear that word
I pretend it's something else I heard
like vending machines
or if those that vend can also dream
do machines really dream of electric sheep?
and instead of snoring do they actually beep?
is the food not dropping another form of rejection?
even though it's taken my money into it's collection
these are the sort of things I question
as I think of vending machines
instead of my suicidal tendencies.

I borrowed another man's wife
just to see what it was like
she felt like an old sweater
I wish I had never met her
wearing someone else's clothes
but that's just how this story goes
a tale of twisted deceit
of two people caught in heat
stolen embers of a dying marriage
that relationship died in Paris
a bitter sweet honeymoon
they sealed their love in the catacombs.

Two wrongs don't make a right
yet still their passion did ignite
an unused match created a spark
on something new they would embark
but this relationship was doomed
from this maidens voyage
for jealousy did all but consume
because of one bad choice
let this be a warning I share
over a misguided affair
turning something blue
just to try something new.
I left her at Piccadilly station
waiting for a train
there's no way this relation
could ever happen again.

I need not be loved
only to give it
it cannot be rushed
you have to live it
it is not jealous
or filled with pride
its not what you tell us
or what we confide
its not a concept of our mind
this could be the hardest lesson
for true love is blind.

It asks no questions
and needs no answers
Its not about feeling
its just about being
for every moment that we are existing
its only love that we're resisting
so let go of preconceived notions
you don't need any love potions
just allow your heart to radiate
for any time you hesitate
or live in hate
you deny your true calling
as its about faith
and not about falling.

True love is giving it all
as its unconditional
love isn't about holding on
it's about letting go
it's not about right or wrong
or what you know
it's not about what you receive
its about what you show
which is why I now must leave
so we can grow.

My twisted fantasies
wrapped in cotton candy
so sickly sweet
eyes closed
beneath the sheets
just you and me
tracing lines
inside your thighs
spirals out of control
edging closer
each playing our roles.

Him and her
her and him
lost in limbs
where mine end yours begin
skin on skin
sweat on sweat
our own special cocktail
something wet
love on the rocks
already cocked
as I start to dock
bed rocks.

Creating waves
waving away past misfortune
our bodies slaves
under the moon
May it never end
June would be too soon
watching your body bend
like a reed in the wind
how you roar like a lion
screams mistaken for those dying.

I'm not even trying
this is just the beginning
the sweat soaked linen
******* beneath us
caught in our lust
an innocent bystander
of him and her
her and him
of their sin.

I have so many voices
so I speak for the voiceless
the ones who believe they're worthless
because they too deserve this
to experience love never ending
so let's stop pretending
that it's just for movie stars
on the silver screen
men are not from Mars
we are all in-between
this rock and a hard place
a rose between two thorns
all part of this human race
since the day we were born.

Let's stop running and stand still
for if we truly look
then we will truly feel
the greatest gift ever given
is the fact that we are living
in every moment we are breathing
this magical life we are receiving
for it can't be bought or sold
it's worth more than precious gold
yet this gift was free
didn't cost a penny
so let's give as we receive
then we can all have plenty.