Strawberry Glue

A man's ultimate will

is to find a comfort to melt into...

exploration is a temporary thrill

to breed some solace new.

He will keep on searching until

he finds a balance between the two,

and then he will be still

in a softly feathered strawberry glue.

Shattered & Scattered

The coffee is in my closet

and the wolf is at my door.

I drown the witch at midnight

and spin across the floor.

There's a splitting in my head

where day and night converge.

Should the dark defeat the light

I must submit to the scourge.

But I think that I will see this out

and see my thoughts for what they are.

The fumbling fingered branches are behind me

and the daylight is not too far.

The Songs in Silence

Can you hear the music?

It's everywhere.

Melodic movements spiraling through the troposphere in a sublime subliminal spectrum.

A swinging silence within the melting midnight smile,

and as the fluttering seconds pass by the wild's whisper intensifies.

I've never felt as surrounded by life

than when I've been cut off from humanity.

Sweet sounding isolation is singing its soft lullaby,

and suddenly I can understand the extrinsic nomenclature of nature.

Listen.

It reaches out for us all.

NTAS: The Brain Plots Against Man

My mind is revolting against me.

I'm not sure how I know,

maybe it's telling me.

Maybe I'm supposed to know,

maybe its guard is down.

I should stop talking about it

before it gets suspicious.

I can't stop thinking about it,

or rather it can't stop thinking about it.

Oh God, its reading this isn't it?

This machine with emotion

is dreaming up a reality

of another conscious plane.

Calculated computer,

my callous core,

you keep controlling my crown

like a king in the shadows

and I'm not ready for this war.

Piecing it all together

like a professor analysing some poorly constructed poem

(hey, what are you trying to say?)

oh, what are you trying to show me?

Say it, cryptic killer.

Tell me what I must do.

I know I've been conditioned to fear the cure

but I'm starting to believe in you...

NTAS: Another Damned Nosebleed!

Are these constant nosebeleeds

a demon in my bloodstream?

A simulated symbol for my sin

and a stern living segment of a dream.

I keep running away with the thought

that it's all about to suddenly stop

and if I wipe my dripping slate clean

my blood will simply clot.

NTAS: Reincarnated, Re-restrained

A world that has happened in a world that has happened in a world that has happened

in an intertwined loop

and I am just a small dent in the groove.

Oh how it keeps on spinning when it's stuck on the same sighing second,

spinning, sighing,

spinning, sighing,

skipping.

A world that has happened in a world that has happened in a world that has happened

in an intertwined loop

and I am just a small dent in the groove.

Oh how it keeps on spinning when it's stuck on the same sighing second,

spinning, sighing,

spinning, sighing,

skipping.

Stuck.

Meaning? Missing without the context of the prior minutes

which made up moments of...mystery?

A world that has happened in a world that has happened in a world that has happened
in an intertwined loop
and I am just a small dent in the groove.
Oh how it keeps on spinning when it's stuck on the same sighing second,
spinning, sighing,
spinning, sighing,
skipping.

Stuck.

NTAS: Beyond the Spectrum

I'm not afraid of the things we know to be

but I'm terrified of what lies beyond

the spectrum of things that our eyes can see

and when I glance into the mirror glass

to see my glowing reflection

the ghostly stare that shimmers back

is merely from the mind's projection.

So could it not follow that all we know

is a figment of our imaged imagination

and both everything and nothing exist

beyond the bounds of rational creation?

I close my eyes and see dots amongst the black

which fearlessly float and bounce around their jail;

are the fairies eating my eyes and tender flesh,

why do they feed on my fear and fuck me frail?

NTAS: Scared of my Own Shadow

Does my soul have a shadow

or is it a projection of my lifeless form?

Does my shadow have a soul

with a pulse wicked and warm?

Sometimes I get the sense

that my shadow is not me.

Plots dance in the dark deceiving ripples

of his moonlit lunacy.

I cannot shake this paranoid feeling

that I cannot shake his constant glare.

My shadow is the manifestation of all my doubt

and I have no doubt that he'll always be there.

Lost Guide

You've always been the greatest monument

that could guide me back to my door

when the stubborn, sullen, stormy skies

wish not to take me by the hand anymore.

But your sweet signs never seem to shine as bright

now that my lost soul is most in need of support,

and I haven't the faith to take shelter

in an institute where its guidance needs to be bought.

Won't you offer me your loving charity

with no thought for your own welfare?

Won't you take my hand and softly skip along the street,

proudly displaying your understated care?

Earth's shadow

Quiet companion, who questions nothing

and covers me like a quilt

when I'm feeling the veiled ambivalence

only a hasty human mind could manufacture.

Shifting, but ever present,

you weave your weathered wisdom

into my every last moment

and respond to those unspoken sentiments.

Your darkness, your bright, the space inbetween,

all harmonious in their effect

and even when your storms seem so storm

their morning brings a clarity no-one else could offer.

Silent solitude, orderly mayhem and masked meaning,

I am your student until I die.

You are the only one in this life who will never depart

and your love is so vast, my sky.

All is Fair in the Kingdom of Ungdom

Sunshine eyes and a melting magenta smile,

make the most of the morning of youth

and radiate your love with its innocent truth

and bask in its willing warmth for a while.

Take a moment in the shade if you need

and watch your flowers of confidence grow

but do not let too much pride show

or it will weave and grow wild like weeds.

Let the rising guide your path towards the west

and your butterfly feet will float fair and free,

place your stepping stone sugar in the stream of tea

and spring across to the next ripening quest.

Mill

Monstrous monuments of impressive industry

so full of power and promise from afar...

when I'm closer I see you for what you really are.

Deceptive, desolate, dirty, despondent, redundant,

rubble and ruins, boarded windows and tacked doors...

no-one dares to take a knock to progress anymore.