Poetic Licence

Let your thoughts be free.

I lie to me

The tooth hides a truth Though the tongue wields a proof That we're all in pursuit Of a life formed in youth Is not proof that we're lost When we feel we're accost

Ascension

The velvet sky it reigns me in Held am I yet closed from sin From deep within a spark ignites The cosmic gestures hold me tight Beneath I feel a sudden shift Gentle though but must insist

Catch 23

Can't afford not to Can not afford too That's what's now known as a 'Catch 22' Drive without insurance raise a premium or two “No worries can afford it” “Read the papers it's true!”
Cherry

Celestial Puppeteer

The devil never really need fear For good is good for which it adheres If right is wrong and wrong is right It's finally time to call this fight. A no holds barred, jugular throat spar

We are All the Wars Wounded

A man cries out “I shall not be beat” Whilst clutching an injured child at his feet The troops they swarm to seize control As the tears mix in with the crimson below

Visible Love

Can You find it? Or have You already?

Reflect My Pain

The pane is set As the rain is swept Before my eyes Peering I'm spied Frosted effect Makes me reflect The stark distant night Whilst lightening ignites Blue auras are traced

The Voice under foot

Forever an age I've been around A home to many a base a shroud Within I house a fiery glow Of molten rock black gold that flows At times I build colossal gas

Dream A Reality

I place myself in debt In order to debit my financial strain Nothing to gain as I dig deep in red The crimson of which I’m bled purges deep Parasitic beings latch onto my seams

Tears of a Clown

I am the performer A clown within a mask The humour I portray Is a smoke screen I dispatch I hide in plan sight Behind a painted veil For reasons that unknown A concealed life is reviled