For A Friend

A smile worth a thousand lives,
Cheering up a billion souls
Feeling pain in the torrents of fire
One sweet mistake in the flush of youth
Madness of hellfire burning, seething
Voices in the vines, feeling, feeling
like unwanted melodies, merging.
In symphonies unyielding,
playing the organs of fate,
twisting around the unwritten tales.
Ironies fester like an open wound..
Wishing for a life, an unbroken sound.
Dreams of a glade, untouched by taint
Reality stares, falling, breaking.

DOPE

I have had one too many cigarettes
lit by the promise of insignificant days
Heard the whispers going around,
Tipped up too many empty bottles,
too far in madness have I drowned.


Too many butts have I stubbed out,
While I waited on a traffic light
that never turned green.
Blown the dust of books never opened
Like a long dead face that's lost it's sheen.


Choked too many thoughts to a late death,
In the poison of a thousand burnt ashes.
Feared the days when I couldn't get a fix
On fleeting desires milling about in the wind.
Like a lighter giving false clicks.


Too few unspoilt dreams remain,
the fragments I have thrown away,
Forgotten in the broken pipes, left to rot
Disjointed noises have woken me up,
Drawing the last straws from the pot.



FIRE

Fanatics Fight their heads, and the story wins.
Charging on, Fleeing truth, bound by minor sins.
Knowing lies, trapping speech, it never ends
No pain to feel, just walking on, like unborn twins.

Reading signs, blinking tears, smiling just like
a fool wandering the desert of dirty sands,
feeling fire in his eyes, looking at a red dawn
fanning desire bound by madness, in insane lands.

Smoke rising from distant stars, burning out
their lives in a futile imitation of bright souls
churning and hearing voices in my head, ghouls flying ,
tearing at unseen flesh, drinking from blood bowls.

Two birds pelting the air with screeches, in the
heat of the moment forgetting to change their mind
Not smiling to please, listening to noone, learning
to fly and die the way they choose, rejecting destiny.

Never open the eyes of brevity, expand on the wall
on which is written an ode to the useless chatter
that abounds. Tell me what I am looking for, feeling
my way like a blind man turned loose in a riot of colours

Flowers bloom in the distance, of greed and hate,
look all too familiar in the twilight streaming through
old, rotten curtains, in my eyes, a film of dirt and grime
They wither and die, and I feel sad, for the loss of greed.

I am here, trembling in fear, the land bows to me.
Darkness takes my heart and I rejoice in the chaos of
gore and madness. Visions come and illusions go,
soothing, unravelling the fabric of life and death below