I'd like to capture a rainbow and
stick it in a big box so that, anytime
you wanted to you could reach in and
pull out a piece of sunshine.

I'd like to build you a mountain that
you could call your very own. A place
to find serenity in those times when you
feel the need to be closer to yourself.

I would like to be the one who is there with
you when you're lonely or troubled or
you just need someone to hold on too.
I would like to do all this and more to make
your life happy.

I don't want to feel anymore
I can't take the pain 
I don't want to care

I don't want to feel anymore
It sears and it burns
Creating hell.

I don't want to feel anymore
I can't cope, anymore
I can't take the strain

I want to Switch off
I can't mask my inner turmoil anymore
Switch off the insanity

 I dont want to feel anymore

I hear Him, when He whispers
and, the air around me suddenly turns warm,

not like an epiphany
more like the air has thoughts, and it takes a different "form",

I'm allowed to know all, the reasons, "why?".

My soul awakens,
allowing the pureness of His energy to take hold,

as if I had a choice to resist,
then, I'd miss the message my spirit's told;

and I feel love, enough, to cry.

I hear His whispers,
they have a way to "clutch" my throat, if when I talk

The land of pyramids
and ancient civilization
a contrasting country
....of floods and desert
....stability and strife
....tolerance and dogma

The place of Pharoahs
and strong leaders

Blows now the winds of change

Where a wise Sadat made peace
and was murdered for it
where Mubarak brought stability
thus allowing democracy's growth
amid neighboring dictators
....kings
....theocracies
....and anarchy

through silent corridors and open doors
I hear dripping taps constant as a
ticking clock, repetitive splotch on the
quite side of a nocturnal dawn.

'tis way past midnight shall
soon sleep on dreamed up illusions,
it's a happy day that light wakes me
from such confusions.

I liaise my static pose
poignant thoughts cling
beneath this veil, untold
tales that fail to fade.

the night she knows
my ailing and woes
requite my retraction
as I nestle in repose.

A hearse stands patiently,
no hurry, no worry...
Low dark clouds reflect a mood
of imprisonment in solitude.
The soft rain washes away muted tears,
attempting to soften hidden fears.
Circling over a freshly dug hole,
an eagle, with wings stretched wide, awaits the soul.
A lonely group of mourners
stand close, in repose,
oblivious to the wet dreary day
and quivering in the grey.
No hurry, just worry...
Damp lawns extent to the edge of the trees,
where willows are weeping ill at ease.

this is an angry little word, in your ear…

I sit here quiet and still, but deep anger burns.
Watching the life of my fellow man,
lorded over by a festering lot,
so undeserving their saintly heir.

You turn away! when I’ve just started, and have no intentions of stopping.
That book I hear about, that’s so bloody great,
put it up for our attention.
I throw down the gauntlet bring out the book,
I say it is no more than a story, of what the poor can dream.
Certainly not a honest read.

Dancing like fire, we spin like planets
In that moment we froze like ice
Paused, momentary illusion
I looked through the mirror, into another reality

As the mirror shows my true heart
I quivered like prey
The room wept with me
As the angels feathers fell lovely on the floor

And in those feathers, I felt her soul
So stunning and tamed, yet violently wild
She spun stories of love around the men’s heads
In her hourglass, a web of souls wait for their ends

Why, do I love you, so?
That's the question you ask, each day;
and, it seems as though,
I don't even know,
because I can't think of anything, to say!

It occurred to me to try...what the hell!
I will answer the question you ask;
in deep love, I fell
so, I am, pretell,
the only one, who could accomplish this task.

Impeach

You're Beelzebub's minion, 
The devils disciple don't
tell me of your long arrival
your crucifixion revival gone wrong

A life given up to a drug induced
death song the lonely wasted
belong, I don't concede to weakness
for the eternal damnation of this soul,
my belief swallows this whole.

My essence your toll I'd rather walk on
burning coals than carry your scorn,
still refusing to belong, have yet to
hear your resounding gong