''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.

All I Want To Do

Sit down and graze,
As they talk about you in reverse,
Still spinning plates,
Your aesthetics a curse.

Fill your face with due haste,
A replacement for food,
Don't gather a taste,
Just a colour of a look.

Seeing things periphally,
Little numbers hiding,
Simple misgivings,
Thrown in the deep end.

Counting on and off,
Just to settle,
Seeing the beauty of a rose,
With the wrong number of petals.

Sending out a kiss,
Floating cartoon lips,
Towards the chosen door,
And all I want to do.

''Blue Eyes Be My Bride''

Marry me,
Take my initial gesture,
This is no joke,
I'm not that appealing,
But I know this is now,
And this brings to me something daring.

Give me your hand,
This is us taking love back,
To its integral ingredients,
The meadow and its daisies,
I seen you with abundance,
And pondered new ages.

The fields and daisies,
Magestic behaviours,
This is our unity,
A blessing of purity,
I guess you are unsure,
But for me this is easy.

''Cry Yourself Clean''

Cry yourself clean,
Dream yourself thin,
No chances regained,
Impure not insane,
Keeping it together,
But granted its not forever.

Spending years on your own,
In a house of closed doors,
An expression turned to stone,
For the aid of pastures pure.

A disgrace on tradition,
That heart discerned,
Those close decisions turned down,
Crept in the memories initially burnt.