Each year you hope will better last
As your dreams continue rolling forward
Your desires remain unfulfilled
Each new heartbeat replacing the last
That new smile causing a deeper line
Another sigh extends that ever growing frown
Every breath moving you further from the start
Each moment of sleep seeming less glorious than the one before
You worry when you’ve no need to
As you begin to understand
That nothing is ever as you wish
Nothing will ever match that dream
That your life is not measurable
It shouldn’t be one of comparison
Nor qualified by collectibles
Stamps in passports are simply stamps
It’s the memories that count a hundred fold
When you smile inside as well as out
When you can sense your soul skip inside your mind
As it dances amidst the recordings of the past
Whilst you feel a sense of love
Not a love for what you’ve got
But a love of what you’ve had



I must have missed the sunset
Has sunrise ever been
Today’s a day of awkwardness
I see the nothing seen

For I’ve no home inside this home
Its doorways hide the tale
That nothing seems as though it seems
I’m stuck inside the whale
Whose whaled walls aren’t touchable
Where darkness hides the dark
The echoed cries of every breath
Each stumbled fall so stark
This tepid air through tardy cloth
My sense of feeling wrong
That I’m the cause of everything
A virus can’t belong

I try to be the me I should
To reach the freshest air
But hope is fading far too fast
I’m lost in my despair



She is woman, the creator’s creation
Intelligent and lean

Sexual and clean

Teaching and warm
My only advice, watch out for her storm


Lost and found

She’d no idea how much she’d missed
The lava flow of being kissed
The tender force of nature’s touch
Trapped within its lustful clutch

The hand that ran behind her neck
The rocks that caused her ship to wreck
As helpless now as she could be
In came the tide, in came the sea

Electric darts now twist and spin
As each new one shoots down her skin
Her fall could last forevermore
She’d found that kiss, and wanted more



100’000 heartbeats
That beat with us no more
100’000 laughter’s
That we will hear no more
100’000 bursting smiles gone
Those smiles that we’d adore

100’000 messages
That they won’t read no more
100’000 families
Are torn up and much more
100’000 lovely people gone
They’ve gone forevermore

100’000 grieving hearts
That need to grieve much more
100’000 promises
Were promised so much more
100’000 why oh why’s
We all expected more

100’000 funerals
My God, how many more?
100’000 broken dreams
They’d dreamt of so much more
100’000 words of shame
I just can’t write no more



There inside her secret drawer
The drawer that hid her treasure
Were noisy things and quiet things
But all are there for pleasure

For she would sync with her machines
On journeys in her mind
Where she would often close her eyes
The pleasure better blind
The pleasure set atop her bed
That sometimes had a judder
As in her dream when at the end
Her treasure brings a shudder

Then back inside her secret drawer
Those secret things would stay
To wait for other fantasies
Those dreams she likes to play


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