The look he gave was one of such disdain
As if he caught a whiff of open drain
He promised he would never come again
I stripped the sheets from bed where we had lain
He thinks that I’m to blame for his desire
That somehow I ignite eternal fire
That burning in his groin will not expire
But I am just a fan to take it higher
The thing he can’t abide is found within
Discomfort lurks beneath that perfect skin
And what I think is beauty labelled sin
He sees himself as lost for giving in
Compassion is the love that I will show
This hate of self a pain I also know


My inner space so when did you appear
Intruder uninvited on my plane
For lonely gripped my fingers in your sphere
Your angle’s not conducive to my aim
A vacuum mother nature does abhor
But I am not your mother little boy
And you plus me’s not what my line is for
So I’ll divide and leave remainder joy
Subtracting you negates the need to cry
The algebra of love’s insanity
My x will never equal, don’t ask why
We shoud not meet until infinity
An integer still single in my prime
What matters is I have my space in time

Pressure Drop

The rain it came today
A fall in drowning mire
It drenched my mood as if
The fates somehow conspire
It’s hard and falls so straight Percussive on the roof
A hammer horror day
As if I needed proof
The rain will stop today
My mood is lighter sky
My melancholy washed
A pressure drop then high
Cambodia you take
My life and rinse it out
Alive in every sense
Of that I have no doubt

Nowhere Left

He’s talking to himself he doesn’t cease
The manic man won’t look at others much
The voices in his head shape his belief
He’s bad and must deny the human touch
Reality it died some years ago
Was forced to leave his children and his wife
He’s not all right but nowhere left to go
Delusion has usurped his other life
His paranoia nothing but despair
The voices have such difficult demands
They see contamination everywhere
The hundred times that he must wash his hands
No longer sure what’s real and what is not
But voices are the only thing he’s got