Natural you.

The whole universe in unrivaled motion

all that it contains grow from the sun's rotation

like dust in the light. I'm a moth locked in fascination.

The whole galactic code explained

through the knowledge of the unknown's name

found when eyes see, the individual candle first inflamed.

The whole wide world is here now

touch caress the skin of a lifelong vow

a red sky, illuminates the bodily glow.

Soul mind and body, your beauty surrounds all three

natural depth is this that and beyond, one day we'll be free

infinite we'll just be, roaming the grounds of an everlasting reality.

Inspiration.

1,2 that's my muse

tighten the mental screws

slow motion, peruse every point of view

to never be found wanting with something to lose.

Growing old in the glow of your inspiration

yet ever lost in, insufficient translation.

An evasive presence

yet when present, a heavenly present

a gifted blessing

left absent but stayed ever pressing

stayed cold alone, though your luminescent essence

pleaded for acceptance

It's this, that left you stuck in adolescence

and for me, it was a reluctant lesson

that left a haunted impression

to lay shattered pieces, within a hollow expression.

Right left walls.

Right, left a blooded mess

then what is left, is wrong

then the end is right or what is left

and if the end justifies the means. why the trumpet song?

Where we end up, down is anyone's guess.

The end is nigh. Not well hope exists

there'll be trees with seeds beyond the mists

for the ones who came before, already explained this.

The more walls that erect between us, the more to destroy

how long until the rock on which we walk, turn to man-made brick

and the construction, destruction is what left us keeling over sick.

Minds home.

A shadowed mental spot

a faded presence for companionship

a mind that's used to the rot

a view of the ships, left derelict

a curtain so the sight is blocked

a chair to sit, watch the bare brick

a door for my wraith to knock

a bulb for light to emit, soul enrich

a key for the door that's ever locked

a bed to rest and dream off script

and a mirror, to check if that lock has been picked.

Breathe.

Been alone scared, scarred

been put on constant guard      

held down the gift of a retard

held down the painful scream from afar

drowned in the fire able to recharge

drowned in smoke, lungs coated in tar

been fucked unpaid, like an amateur pornstar

been held down, drowned, now restart.