Union Groove

You would elongate and emphasise the writings on the other side of everything. You would try and make THAT difference, you would try and bring a change. YOu would try and hold it all together. Unify.


You would sieze the day, you would sieze the money, the children the cars the holiday bonus, the justifaction, you would try and sieze it all. You would try and bring it all together. Unify.


And then


Its over.


Ah well it wasnt that much fun anyway. I ned to spend a bit of money and have my insides checked for wires...

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Dreams to Sing About

I had it so close the edge was feeling lucky to still exist and in my space the things kept coming one after the other one after the next and everyone had questions everyone had answers to those questions before i could even speak, and what am i supposed to say? what am i supposed to do? Everywhere i look i see a reason to say no a reason to stop and just start again and why not? money? patience? i dont know what they have to do with it anymore, and the then we have the otherworldly feelings...the ones that do not go away, the people who make a difference and my unholy need for understanding of the them and what they mean to me.

an unholy understanding? what am i at? there is no reason to make such rediculous statements are there? for if this is the one surely this unholy-ness is irrelivant!?

if it is the one tho? what am i to think? what am i to do? the lights will tell me one thing, they will tell me to go for it, it makes sense it makes everything fit? everything will be perfect, everything will be dandy....

and then the blackness feels alone? feels unwanted? used up and pointless? after so long, you treat me like your own then you find the light and throw me away. are you sick of that false light? the one that called to you and made you "happy"? the one that you used to check out, to fix your broken things? what am i to say? who am i to understand?


I broke that a long time ago, a promise a song and those prayers


I havnt got the dreams to sing about
i havnt sang the words you scream about
whats over there but happiness and lies
and over hear is the truth that makes you cry

As We Look Into The Sun

I wait for it to come to me, I don't want to but i expect it.. like an inevitable event that must happen because it is natural. I tried the other night, surrounded by friends, surrounded by music, by drink, fun, excitement, anger,evil thoughts happy thoughts, lust, envy and hope I tried but to force it seemed wrong, even if to others it is natural i just want to know you. I want to be able to get to THAT point when you know when i know when the whole fucking Universe knows Then the Universe can lay back into it, i can get used to it, we can enjoy it, and all is good Hope is home Lust is gone Happiness is surrendered to Bliss and the animal is asleep The zoo keeper has gone home, there is no longer disruption from his guests silence is the gift of patience, patience is truly costly worth it let it flow some day it will be over, and the animals will awake, the keeper returns, lust springs up from a hole in my heart, i will deny it i will deny that even and i will be sitting in a bar, surrounded by friends, surrounded by music, by happiness, by lust, by drink and drunkenness, by ups and downs, by envy and i will try again and i will find myself sitting here writing to oblivion hello oblivion I know how you must feel, for i feel empty too, i feel it deep within, screaming at me with nothingness. the roads have no cars, the tracks have no trains, the sky has no birds, the trees have no leaves, the grass no green, the dirt no roots, the roots no food, the food no minerals, and all because the sun doesnt shine in oblivion. We create oblivion, we create its friends, we need to create this, but why and where and why not? We deny sunlight....we create Oblivion. As we look into the Sun, we burn a mental image that will haunt us in our future darkness. We need to prevent this.. oblivion lacks hope.... as we look into the sun remember its hope hope destroys oblivion, hope creates leaves on trees, cars on roads and green on grass as we look into the sun we look into full . I wait for love, i got someone on my mind, i wish i had that, i wish she mae me wait, i have time, i hate it! When the band comes in....when the beat drops and the head explodes with light, my eyes drift into this oblivion, and it is this time and only this time that the light, the light of the sun is removed from my mind, because i am the sun and creation is in the music, movement is in the body and my eyelids hold the map to enlightenment. I follow it with every beat, the thumping drum is a call to the source, where music is spewed out raw, regardless of timing or volume, music is elemental. A string. A gust of wind, a tap... This bollox that i talk is simply to fill up the requirement.....i am eager to revisit the land of false reality and unquestionable truth! Music - As i look into the Sun