The Goods

finally its down to the goods
the real stuff
down to essence
to sense and self
to all and else

“Hate the sin but love the sinner”.

observant but just

sabres flash before my eyes
and battle for existence
as i stand by watching
cuckolded by my sanity

lasting notes dissolve
whats left of my ego

as i retain my right to an awe inspiring end
and a peaceful past

and so i look longingly
at the trail i left behind me
to find a gaping entrance to a future untouched
but plundered by thoughts of selfish love

the hell

nothing like a cold beach to make you dead again inside

are you sick of me?
sick of the whipping ice cold assaults on your person?

are you desperately wishing i was gone?

so that you neednt feel tempted to touch me?
so that you neednt keep stopping yourself mid sentence?

i know how hard it must be
because ive been there before
one too many times
and its all just all too familiar

its just not right
what will people say?
what will people think?

the hell

live forever

......and you know its not forever
but who cares
when it feels this good
and this real right now

the one true thing in my life.
clearer than love
gentler than pain
true as rain

the most intense nothingness
you will ever encounter
on this ragged plain

like standing on the rock you know so well
at the beach you love so much
and having a tidal wave
of warmth ........of security
and of absolute death
come over you

it surrounds you,
it drives down your air passage
and deep into your soul.

and then first thing you realize again,
is the cold.
but you no longer care

its trying to do something to you
trying to make you uncomfortable
but it just makes you happy
because you know it just can't do it.

nothing can touch you
you are invincible
but without the arrogant energy

close

are you close?

cause i could easily wait a while longer
i just wanted to waste time anywhere
till you came

because i know there is life still
at the edge of the world
and down by the sea bed

and i know there is soul searching still

even after dawn

and i know there is still finding
even after all has subdued

just like you know there was us
even if there wasnt

so are you close ?

honey flavoured poison

how is it that every time i start to rhyme
its got something to do with you?

why is it that when i try to sleep or calm my mind
you eyes are there, and shining through?

when will i try for the extra mile
without you being my dragging mule ?

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you know everyone says they love the sea
but do they really?

they look at it
and its beauty and majesty even
captures their soul

spell binds them

but loving the sea
is only complete
if you love everything about it

the sea bed
and all of its inhabitants
as well as the treachery of a storm

a lot like adoration

i loved everything
about that ocean