Blue Skies

I felt the hairs on the back of your neck,
Prickling in the wind,
Resplendant in todays air,
Struggling with future wars,
Peeling art into wallpapers weakness,
Disecting the pattern to the door.

In the nights institution,
With fluorescent midnight gardens,
We'll return for you dearest,
When the horizons clearest.

Fluorescent torrents an occupying treat,
My daisys I beleive has a sweetness,
Is this a seminary, What can I see?
Am I departed? Am I really me?

Registering coastlines,
Sabotaging breadlines,
I was told of your goosebumps,
I've seen the courage take hold,
And it made me sad,
You taught me of blue skies, I saw them in your eyes.

Names Will Not Be Changed To Protect The Guilty

No names shall be changed,
To protect the misdemeanors,
No prints shall be removed,
To protect there sticky fingers,
Leaves a bad taste in your mouth,
The repugnant feeling that lingers.

Riddles

Saw the night arrive,
Kept it in a headlock,
Breathing in,
Blurting out,
Encompassing and forlorn,
The night played out till dawn.

Riddles outwithered,
Blessed and intwined,
You kissed the air in frustration,
Dragged out the door,
You wanted to teach him a lesson,
We said nothing more.

Lips split from the riddle,
Engulfed in gloss,
Getting dragged away,
In a haze of loss,
Glitterbombs and stars and stripes,
Riddles in hotpants.

Time Be Kind To My Friends

May your horizons be bright,
God give me chance to reprieve,
Let love shine a light,
A reason to beleive,
There will be no rapture,
Sent to distract you,
Time be kind to my freinds,
Each and everyone of them

The lord is laughing,
Or is it just me,
The creases align,
For miles to see,
The horizon breaks open,
And were sailing out to sea,
Time be kind to my friends,
Each and every one of them.

Blemishes they fade to the floor,
Like the best days,
There will be more,
The horizons a wish away,
While your walking on water,
With the wind on your face,
Time be kind to my friends,
Each and every one of them

This Is My Spark, Where Embers Remain

Uncertain tides encompass my feet,
When getting by gets old,
Under the sand buried deep,
Go the secrets untold
When history repeats,
Whilst your feeling cold,

This is my spark,
Where embers remain,
Now its gone dark,
Remember my name.

Standing oblivious,
Blank to the world around,
Colours evaporate within each other,
Never to be discovered,
The prickly feel on your skin,
Blend in where the backgrounds begin.

This is my spark,
Where embers remain,
Now its gone dark,
Remember my name.

To Elizabeth

To Elizabeth,
I saw this and though of you,
I cascade in the dark,
As you light up every room.

This afftecionate scene,
Located anywhere,
Captures me,
I want to be there
On the silver screen,
At the top of the stairs,
In sequence with a dream.

To Elizabeth,
You're everything I've seen before,
Its not enough,
I wander to your door.

Among the grass that's green,
Recollections reimagined,
Dreams already seen,
Presence captured,
Reimagintions agleam,
Grasp the enamoured,
Portraits and daydreams.

Man On The Moon

I'm an entity formed from space bacteria,
So are you,
Thus distinguished hysteria,
Towards the man on the moon.

My friends celestial,
A captivating extra terrestrial,
She is a marble and the moon,
A solar flare in the room.

Upon blackholes reborn,
Among the debris between,
Through the milkyway marauding,
Bouncing around to the stars colliding.

Space dust in the ice,
Evolution of mars bacteria,
Captivating together one and another,
The man on the moons hysteria.