Reel me in
(2013)
Its nice to think that someone would toss you a rope if you're drowning. Some people see the splashing water and think you having a great time.
a salacious yearn forms a tryst fr… a pool that flows the floor about… as you hang and drip dry your wagg… drooling a mouthful of relaxed poi… to then recede your gaze to a tabl…
a voice of a long yesterday hands you a reminder of who you re… its cadence so soft and gently lad… the spine of its tome lives to adj… a shroud of a peaceful empathy
in your hands you hold a blade of… its a sharp and honed tool of just… and you swiftly stab into any back that holds a different view than y… how great and monstrous you must b…
it seems that my facial hair is ne… too long to be classed as stubble,… its in that grey area where the on… its the sensation on a partners sk… now do I shave and be whistle clea…
Recollections of a different life The lazy drip drip drip of old cri… Flake from its ceiling and float d… On my new mind it scratches, impin… Who was I when I wasn’t me, now
all those books they stretch across a wall a bookshelf filled with all sorts… all those books I’ve never seen you read
I can see ghosts in your eyes you carry them like hopes, clutched close and tightly held each one a knot in lifes rope, clouds form in and around the iris
it was less than heavy the smell was more subtle than str… an ethereal or angelic waft though my nose is often wrong, but I recall it so vividly
that floating lift, that marshmall… one pill and a day to a dosage on… its that certain kind of madness t… a toss of a bung away kink which c… you spoil yourself and all’s ok in…
Dark corners, smothering emptiness That turns the key that holds tigh… The pervasive resonance of bleak c… Corridors of patience, halls of wa… Dark crevices, smouldering embers…
father, my life has been hell you turned your back on me, the smallest glimmer of value I meant less than that to thee what revolution will you have me s…
you were a storm cloud raging though a calm storm, your electrical eyes venting high you could jump and fly, soar and lift to a thermal glide
I’m an open book you said You wear your soul on your sleeve You hurt too easily And give your love to free But I can see through
I had a dream the other night the sky was as grey as slate, and i knew only too well i was walking an astral plane, people here don’t know the truth
It seems as if its awoken Like a steadfast bulwark on wheels Plummeting down towards me Pious platutudes and cliches amass Sheer weight that grows dimmer as…