''Noone Else''

Whatever you wanted to know,
I always hoped that you'd ask,
The people I've known,
The stepping stones of my past,
They got me here with you,
Your attention gleamed towards something new.

As we are taught from such a young age,
There is no love like a love forbidden,
The one we keep hidden,
The same ancient routines,
Falling in and out the same loops,
We are damned to repeat,
One after another,
Perfecting lists of remnants of just an extra lover.

Noone else would just stand and stare,
There's noone else I want to take me there.

Kicks to the teeth,
Will stop you smiling,
What boiled up underneath,
An optimism still driving,
You didn't know,
But did you care,
Was the helping hand,
To much to bare.

''The Snake Age''

Astral silence,
On a baron saturday,
Formed to compliance,
A sour face stares back through a keyhole,
A default picture of a thing unknown,
What lies concocted behind the eyes,
Of a grimmace standing on the water and its current.
Doubt of the past trapped on a moment.

Compressed to a story,
Storyteller of tall tales,
Faces pressed up to window,
Hide behind a mist,
Bullertproof belief,
Conviction creeps up around you,
Running round fog ridden fields,
Aware of all mistakes.

''Party Scene''

Gregory's got his girl,
He in the corner,
Chewing at her ear,
Pete is in the queue,
Flatting down his bed hair,
Licking on his fingers and repeat.

Sandy took too much,
Noone will convince here,
To go home and blah, blah and such and such,
Veronica is asking everyone at bar,
If they saw Pete,
As her eyes gently flutterby and come to life.

This light flatters the demon inside,
That noone knows,
He's bowling up and down steps,
Grasping at the method of undue stares,
He claps his eyes twice at Victoria then inverts,
He looks up again when she's gone he had deflated.

Where were you?
In a circle singing to The Only Ones,
The post punks moved from their offices,
Onto a spinning dancefloor climbing aboard,
Where Sandy's travel sickness left her floor bound,
She's out their swimming hoping not to drown.

''Simplicity''

I saw a simple man, With simple pleasures, Looking within little treasures, A simple man, Fighting complex thoughts, Trying to unlock open doors.

Ideals and morals, Can leave you with sorrows, Can get in the way, Designed and constructed, Taught as conjunctive, Just human just destructive.

She went back to her life, But she was mine, I'd strive to accomadate you certainly, Like I'd never accomplished previously.

''So''

To fall near love,
So hopefully,
The experience of an increasing landscape,
To share and feel new breathes so listlessly,
New stories and smiles,
Exposing a warmth so blissfully.

Grudging and churning,
A stomach filled with knots,
Butterflies who fly so aimlessly,
New glimmers of growth,
Progression and hope,
To the sound on the breeze finding you wistfully.

Anticipation so new,
Such bold aching,
The days feel like months while we're waiting,
With each atom and fibre colliding,
Each hair on my body arising,
So I jump.

''Gleaming Dirt and Sun''

Flicked through the light, dark,
Dirt and scum,
Gauged the beaming smile,
By the dirt under the nail of your thumb,
Here's and invincible deceit,
It sticks around miles not just for weeks.

You breathe obscene,
Innocuous haze made me dream,
Around your curse,
We took the hearse,
Down to the beach,
The sand it glittered but shred your feet.

Held a raven innocent,
In the palm of my hand,
Everyone took a peak,
But it had no feathers, nor feet or beak.
A pokadot metaphor,
That fulfilled its cause.

''Blondie''

Playing with the foam in your light beer,
Gasping under your eyes,
Turned into a sneer,
Stationary wondering why,
Pale like lightning,
Blondie and her girls.

Blood red eyes,
On milky tones,
Tatty t-shirt,
Its twisted sleeves,
Reveal the stories,
Bracelets of pearls,
Blondie gets all the girls.

Cigarette butts in the sand,
Burnt to a crisp,
Yellow stains on her hand,
Scars in the twist,
Delicately unfurled,
Blondie and her girls.