Will you be the one that adds the music to my lyrics, sings my songs at night in campfire light, through star lit nights together

afraid of failure he pressed pause the ungreased cogs stopped turning a lifeless machine left to wither all quiet - bar the silent beating of his heart.

I will try to Explain Through metaphors That building towers Without Solid foundations And A plan While trying to find the Purpose Will take you far and Away Maybe you’ll get to see Stars and Swim the diamond pool but Eventually The wind will rise From the east and Your tower will Crumble - along with Your Dreams

There is only one me what you see here is what you’d see meeting me I can’t pretend or fake or become anything else but me - unfortunately

Another stair   Climbing up Another stare   Falling flat Another star   Shooting back Another stir   Giving up - for good.

We Barged once On canals like Veins through The Fens In Silence bar The Engine and The Rows Stuck at night Rescued but Never quite right Wanting more Dreaming Hoping Wishing for a safer shore

As you were As I wish As you are I diminish Slowly

Take me to the Lochs Barren lands and Ragged crags Cook me up a Brew to thaw my Frozen hands I hear The Highland’s calling

With Every Moment of Dissatisfaction Grasping My Throat I Breathe a Little Less Shallow. With Every Moment of Regret the Calling is Pulling Me Down Alleys Anew With Every Moment of Rage and Hidden Tears the Void of Darkness Expands Fills Like Liquid Feels Like Death Approaching

detach the cord feeding the stars black as blackest night behold. winter solstice turning tides surfing waves of tomorrow’s delight. trace the grey in clouds above none be found darkness abide. hand in hand desire ablaze harbouring the Essence of Grace

I’m leaking from holes I didn’t know existed. Patience once abundant now nearly depleted. When dried, crumbled and brittle, the tiniest of sparks wreaking havoc in me - the dust never settling.

Forging bonds immaterial, a volcanic eruption  of the soul, the divine hand whipping the  interstellar cream - hard

As days grow longer and the darkness recede, life returning to gardens asleep, cover me with kisses from roses and tulip cover me with blankets of love’s abiding truth

Bring me pills to cherish laughter dance on ice shouting - roller coaster! spin and flick through glossy adverts pretending life is good as gold.

It matters to me not as tears to broken hearts bleeding silently leaving traces of void and unfulfilled promises It matters to me not as silk on silk spooning hard wet skin on skin and nights in ecstasy It matters to me not as full moons on cloud free nights scattered stars high above It matters to me as dreams pass by new days arise and this is all that remain

Twitching legs beneath a quilted layer of solitude. Perspiration wearing down brittle bones. Breathing cold air through rattling teeth. Sleep absconded with my dreams

Raised among thieves and stray-dogs Hardened by fires in cities on flame Sharpened the skills on fields of death Primed and ready for anything - but Her

I let opportunities pass floating slowly by on the river of time of which I play no part just observing them among the rest of the debris

Try Fail Try Fail Try Fail Trifle - life’s fickle destiny

I told her to kill him in not so many words and by mutual consent we ended up in torment, never to be the same again.