Inside My Head, My Mind ~ iii/v

It just floats there in space
Round and round in an orbit
I get the theory but man, that’s out of sight

I will always look at the moon
Just as I do the stars
But not quite as hard and long

The draw is magical
It pulls strong when it’s full
That’s when I think of you

With moon dust in your hair
It would glow and shimmer
Kisses being blown with the wind

A comets tail flys by
Saluting your beauty
With heart, in glory

Angels wings would appear
Gliding down from heaven
You my dear, bring me to tears

Pray I do for the next full moon
With it comes
The thought of you


Inside My Mind ~ ii/v

Dressed in flowing fabric
Black or white
The two together, never apart
It swings the mood
Left or right
To become what feels right
Days as one
Wishing to be the other
A boy with a cock
Who wishes he had a cunt
Bright and cool
As the coolest kids
Never a loner
He just has a boner
To put on dress
A gown fit for a princess
Out on a pitch, practicing volleys
In the study, reciting poetry
A wonderful life filling with memories
But he hides the truth of his misery
He loves a boy, he knows very well
His best friend
Whose in love with a girl
Teenage love can crush a heart
Sometimes feelings get lost
Can a boy love a boy
Any less than a girl loves a girl


hey gang. i used the C word, I hate that word. i know someone else who does too. sorry for that, but it just fit right, πŸ™β€οΈ

Inside My Head ~ i /v

Always scheming,
at finding a way
To take from others,
who’ve worked for it every day

A devilish jokester,
with a jesters grin
A belly full of laughter,
with a touch of grim

Why so serious,
it’s just a game boo
Let’s play but he whispers
the jokes on you

Follow the trail
to where it may lead
Some call it a dream
where many bleed

G’man sits up top
looking down with a crop
Tap tap tapping
collecting taxes

High rise demons with money
paying off the government
Buying souls for the devil
burning trump hot, on pavement

A colourful strip
lays frame by frame
The ups and downs of life
a villain against a hero

The end of the game
comes with a grave
Ya might as well make it worth while
and live it up mother fuckers


Grey Β  ~ Β  i /vΒ 

These things will slowly kill me yet
That’s a bet you can take to the bank
How many other fucking cliches can there be
About all that harms me
As a little boy I’ve sucked lolly pops
And jerked off till it popped
What little boys do when there’s nothing else
Better than getting beaten up by a man called father
Year after year in the month of June
Praise be given to the hand that rocked the cradle
Happy day sung in songs by little children in schools
Where they’re taught the steps of life by fools
Trapped by a government on what’s right and wrong
Blind to a boy who suffers being alive
How can he learn his abc’s
When his heart is deaf from tragedies
Living in lies, fueled by pain
Sharing the same grey as Eeyore
As sweet as Poo is, he’s a pain in the ass
Living in storybook lessons
Where real life lessens 
Lost in the grey that’s the in-between