Love can be capital.

Rain drops on the eyes of lovers,
fires in cinemas
and propaganda pasted to the windows.
The forsworn oath to rise against,
to walk the opposite
and weigh each other up,
right down to the soul.
Sirens from unknown sources,
babies crying in religious wars;
that steal a mothers right to love their own.
In a trance I saw an end,
that shattered the sky as light drew in
from a hidden cloud
that drowned us all
in a final flood of impurity.
They've got me holding onto wires,
they've got me voting for a liar,
they've got my insecurities on file.
A shower of sun, to warm the seeds,
to start the thoughts that slur the speech,
the simplest of life's journey
is to wake anew and try to eat
when the birds tell me its morning.
No hock-shop here to pawn my love,
so I'll trade it for coin on the streets of dust,
from a balcony, she opened up
and watched my attempts of getting capital.
So I just close up shop, keep walking on,
with my forsale sign and my borrowed trust
and i have no hope, to help recover "us"
so i just keep re-writing this story.

a song i just wrote and i'm working on,

the owners away, we got the house for a day and you still havent even come round,
i've been feeling awake, but all my bones ache, from sleeping so long in the ground.
and the children they play, at the neighbouring gate, they swing from the gaps in the trees,
the faces they make, make me smile in a way and sometimes i think its all that i need.

this front door wont lock and i'm worried, i'm lost it's not easy to feel at home,
when your clothes in the bathroom lay aside every afternoon and swallow yourself with the cold.
holding your breath as you think, start to fill up the sink, you count all you have on your hands,
the things that you love; somehow just arnt enough to balance the scales in your brain

so the garbage goes out and you cover your mouth, people talk till their black in the tooth,
they just cover their trash, turn their dreams into ash and never concern themselves with the truth.
the people chase stations, send text messages and victims never really wear loose shoes,
because when it comes to the chase, white powdered by face, the advantage of escape is secure.

your partners dont listen, always touching and kissing with people you don't want to know,
no trust and new issues, no reason to argue because your point can never be shown.
so you start swallowin pills, drinking till you get ill and the pictures all start to blur,
you play cards with the law, tell your teacher their faults and pretend you dont ever feel hurt.

well now you do.

I'm going to try use this more,

for my own sake, as much as yours.

Perfume

I've got that cold feeling once again,
I'm not good enough,
I don't mean as much,
I'm not worth loving;

and every lack of love,
just burns and twists,
on each inch of skin,
that burns as it does.

I would get a shovel,
and dig my self in,
but I'm weak from patches;
that never quite stop burning.

There's a field full of roses,
on a hill not to far,
I can see it quite clearly,
but it's red beauty is vast,

It spreads like bed,
laid and untucked,
that I could fall asleep in,
with someone I love.

If they'd come on up.
If they could show me i mean enough.

I tripped on a leg
somewhere a long the path,
i fell over forwards,
and felt sick as she laughed.

It lingered on her breath
that smells like the dead,
it seeped out slowly
and restrained as it does.

It interlocks my fingers,
and nestles in my neck.
I sort of feel sick.
I sort of feel dead.

What happened to the beauty,
her roses so pretty;
hung round her neck,
as the wind blew them gently.

I cant feel my fingertips,
they're numb and untouched.
They feel like a strangers,
and they move with their push.

I need to rid this cold feeling,
lift my hands up to the sun.
Check my vitals and breathing,
run, run, Run.

I wish you'd just show up where i live,

rather than try every other way to talk.

Ribbon.

I just wrote this tonight. Just then. I want to record it, badly. First song ive been happy with in a while.

I hope you enjoy the lyrics.

Got a daisy field from a strangers smile,
that stopped me this morning and asked for the time,
and it was second glance, thats all that took.

It scuffed me deep, and got me hooked,
it was the ribbon strand that held the knot,
it was the coil in the wind up clock,
the rung before dawn.

So in innocence, i made a cake,
took a penny from your piggy-bank,
and invested it, into someone new,

And the shadows of what used to be,
grew up tall from forgotten seeds,
I sowed once young, before I learnt to love.

I saw the moon dance slow for a love he sorely lost.
I saw a mirror crack and settle with the dust.
I found a cure, but it wasn't worth the cost.
I've found the truth is always worth the loss.

I got hope wrapped tight beneath my sleeve,
I've been writing out what i cannot speak,
I've learnt i cant change what wasn't meant to be,

I've been so broke i've sort charity,
I've found myself ask you politely,
To please.... please come home.

I found myself, when I was on the road,
figured out the things I needed to know,
met too many hearts that'd grown far too cold.

Learnt to stand up straight and hold my tongue,
if you swim you don't sink and you keep hanging on,
to nothing, cos nothings all we have.

I saw the moon dance slow for a love he sorely lost.
I saw a mirror crack and settle with the dust.
I found a cure, but it wasn't worth the cost.
I've found the truth is always worth the loss.

Sometimes i don't know where i'm heading

but i've got my foot on the gas anyway.