hat the cleverest –
end up the most depressed
and why is it those who say they are liberated
are the most sexually repressed
As One – Written Sunday 23rd December 2001 (Aged 26)
i cannot even trust a smile
it seems to come with such force
and i have a suspicion –
that it was learnt on a training course
Each Day is a Different Stop – Written Sunday 23rd December 2001 (Aged 26)
i know you can hide the harshness
of those unreliable feelings
the feelings that we cradle
that we drink by the largest ladle
Looking for Something – Written December 2001 (Aged 26)
everyone is looking for something
something to hide,
something to lock,
someone to get close
Unseen Hands – Written December 2001 (Aged 26)
i hear music
music never played
and i see –
the remnants of days
that will never fade
The Devil’s Midnight Window – Written Saturday 8th December 2001 (Aged 26)
The Devil’s Midnight the devil’s midnight window hold a candle, and see the shadows dance swap endless lovers for a…
Early Morning – Written December 2001 (Aged 26)
i woke up,
at 5.00 in the morning
some kind of sleep
was still calling,
giants in dreams,
Give Us Space – Written Wednesday 5th December 2001 (Aged 26)
i just want some space
somewhere to store
a pretty face
we do not get much time to ourselves
and we always seeming to be showing off
I Do Not Know You – Written Tuesday 4th December 2001 (Aged 26)
do you know jesus?
the look upon his face
as he surveys,
this tormented and false place
The Job – Written Monday 3rd December 2001 (Aged 26)
what are you doing,
juggling those balls
in the job,
they just treat us like fools
