Pages
leaves from my book
they're falling out a page at a time
scattered all over the place
filled with things that cross my mind
its all for show now
the things that I've never ever said
lets see how much gets walked over
and lets see how much gets read
pick up the one's you like
they're yours for the taking
I'm lying between them now
scattered like them but breathing
featherhead
a spring in my step
i'm reaching up
running my fingers through clouds
sprinkling rain along the way
i'm as light as a feather
gliding along
floating down mountains
flying over lakes
running up through the air
i'm rearranging stars
free falling through the atmosphere
my destination, everywhere
Blind
The Black Moon
the black moon, my ugly friend
stands out in the deep grey sky
yellow teeth and drunk red eyes
looks down towards me
the black moon, my ugly friend
i hate him, i cant stand him,
he's beaming down an ugly grin
a face changed over night
a highlight of white lingers behind
reflecting on the water below
ripples in the dark water
coming towards me
drink up he thunders,
swallow it whole
bitter it may be
its good for you soul
A world of hope
There's always hope. Love might make the world go round but its hope that it spins on.