when i used to go to the park,
i'd sit on my mothers' lap.
and she told me not to play with the angels.



content in discerning
the values of
being alone

reprisals of fools
rewards, for all you've attoned.



these beats are my only weapon
my words my best defense

one down - 6 billion to go

all the truths you're told
are filtered
centralised
planned

you don't think that you're naive
but well,
whatever they say, you believe

if you weren't told
would you have figured
st. nick was a hoax



all my thoughts will breathe
all my lies deceive
sold my soul
to sell the earth.



i'm happy with the nothings that i have.



we'll sit and talk a while
about all the wonders that you are
you deny it all
but we all know

that you're the one

each time touched,
with mind, such perfect flesh.

all the passing time
just keeps on,
getting closer,
to far away.



sometimes in keeping company,
you keep yourself hidden.
by choice or by thought.



hearing voices in dreams in broad daylight.



it's time to move on
from this temporary fix
to this temporary glitch

who's eyes look on
from this broken heart
isolated
desolate
an uncommon choice



watching all
two by twos
and one by ones
in a row

feeling / i feel
too cryptic

for my own good

spines and riddles
a metaphor in every word

somehow too old too soon



i'd think about it every day
just to keep my
memories
awake
to keep my fingers tied
i swear i tried.
don't make this go away.



words of promise,
long ago
forever,
never lasts that long.
for whatever it's all worth;
what times we've had.
the times we'll have.




and so it shone,
ever brilliant this time
as if, almost,
time had stood silent and still.



i see it.
wha they don't see.
on blank pages.
in invisible magazines.



words don't fail me
thoughts and worries
guilt and hurries.
those are my killers
those are my secrets
only for me.



now i've got my head turned on straight
your time is running long
i've got all your lies
and memories and goodbyes
i can't hold on.