''Excess''

His integrity he plunders,
Without grace,
Hitting the floor in fields of thunder,
Glimpse his disgrace,
Looking down your nose,
Doesn't suit your face.

 Shake your finger,
At the indulgence,
Its no distress,
From here looking up,
In no state to impress,
The literal face of excess.

More self righteous an entity he had never known,
On his route to the palace of wisdom,
So cast the first stone,
But you'll probably miss,
No eyes will wince,
From the face of excess.

''Flyaways''

We can only be,
The concoctions in love that we truly perceive,
There's no relevance in deceit,
Just grace in defeat,
It may be us against them,
There's no solutions without problems.

Dont rip me off emotionally,
And expect a kiss on the mouth,
Just behave freely,
What I adore dearly.

I didnt get clearance from the father,
To be the safety net for his daughter,
Now I'm wearing my feathery wings,
And flying south for the winter,

There's no solution to impulse,
No register for change,
Just problems and compulsions,
Just brains and slipstreams,
Close enough was nowhere near,
Just me and you dear.

The Coping Cloak

The Coping Cloak

Eloquence in a burst of rage is hard to get right,
No subtle riots or gloves in a drunken street fight.

You cant shut us up we've got nothing to say,
You try to ignore us but we just walk away.

The brightest light there has ever been shines from the greatest love you've never seen,
Await and commence and be everything you can only believe.

The voices in my head really get on with my nerves,
They poke around the synaps without the credit the deserve.

Reclusing me, into my ever decreasing sleep,
Into my gardens bird box, Just to hide in peace.

Sitting on your bones and resting on your laurels,
Counting out ten pound notes disgracing all you morals.

Scrubbing away at my sins into industrial biffa bins,
Leave's just me and the psalms of my vulnerable.

The Wind Around The Butterflies Wing

Each step is cataclysmic,
Like the wind around the butterflies wing,
Every daisy chain we make,
Falls to earth with a shudder,
Paw prints left in the sand,
Shape a colossal structure.

Self destructing leaves,
On well worn paths,
In an optimistic queue,
Seven smiles,
Are six and another,
Wonders of the world.

What you want in everything,
Is hidden,
In the bottom of the wardrobe,
So you fly around,
And hide till your bored,
Pouring out irreverant subversion.

Like the wind around the butterflies wing,
I see the stars colliding.

''Let Me Go''

A frumpy lack of inspiration,
Squeezes its way through the crack in the windscreen,
Breathing my oxygen,
Erupting within my personal space,
A bloated facade,
Flicked the child locks on.

Let me go,
Allow me grace and dignity,
Let me feel heat when its freezing,
Allow me to breathe,
Or suffocate in peace.

Your t-shirts animated,
As I bounce of the ceilings,
The fear in mirrors,
Is exhausting,
Finding reflection becomes less appealing.

Let me go,
Allow me grace and dignity,
Allow me to breath,
Keep Britain tidy.

The Barn

Scowl at the moon,
As the tide rides you out to sea,
The blames closer to me,
Remind me where I've been,
From the days i was told to forget,
Putting on two pairs off socks,
To face the cold,
The jaw grinds your teeth away,
As it slips into another day.

I got back to see noone was there,
Swapping sensible for strange,
The car rolls on into the farm,
Forgetting the handbrake.

You said goodbye with a compliment,
A suffice responce to the hello,
Under a breath theres a comment,
Getting washed away as the storm blows.

A goat chews its way through the plans,
You concocted in the barn,
Writing in your mittens.

''Watch Out For The Iceberg Lettuce''

There was a knock at door,
I came too see,
But noone appeared,
I ventured and finally became ensnaired,
Then the sun came out,
And blew us all away.

Yes,
She said,
Underneath her hand,
Underneath her brain,
The trapped sentiment,
Hidden behind the window pane.

Come on in,
Said the hinges squeak,
Pull the blind behind you,
We need to speak,
Turn on the light,
Turn it off and repeat.

On the front of the newspaper,
That skated under my body,
While I slept,
Was You,
Printed in pristine,
Just you.