Music and Lyrics for Spiral Net and
Andrew Charman-Williams


  • Instrument Collection

    Andrew has a fairly extensive collection of musical instruments, predominantly string instruments. The major categories these are grouped by are:

    Acoustic Guitars
    Bass Guitars
    Electric Guitars
    Mandolin family
    Ukuleles
    Banjos
    Dulcimers
    Violin family
    Other Instruments


  • Music

    A selection of songs and instrumentals by Andrew Charman-Williams or as Spiral Net. Spiral Net produces mainly electronic music either instrumental or with virtual or computer generated vocals while songs and instrumentals using my voice and/or real instruments are normally under my name..

    As well as many of them (except for cover songs) being available here, music videos of Andrew Charman-Williams are available at https://www.youtube.com/@andrewcharman-williams and https://www.youtube.com/@spiralnet for Spiral Net or a selection including Andrew Charman-Williams and Spiral Net on Facebook.

    Audio is available at https://andrewcharman-williams.bandcamp.com and  https://spiral-net.bandcamp.com/ for Spiral Net. A smaller range is available on SoundCloud under each artist’s name.

    The full selection will appear below but to narrow the selection down the following categories can be used though at the moment there is a lot of doubling up so the same content may show in multiple places..

    Songs either by Andrew Charman-Williams or Spiral Net
    Instrumentals either by Andrew Charman-Williams or Spiral Net
    Spiral Net music
    Lyrics which includes most of the songs from above as well as lyrics where no recordings have been provided or that are unused


  • Walking Not Running lyrics

    Version 1

    Walking, not running,
    Through the tapestry of twilight hues,
    Where shadows dance on the edge of day,
    And the world breathes in a quiet sigh.

    No hurried pace, no frantic steps,
    Just the rhythm of a heart at ease,
    In sync with the whispers of the wind,
    A gentle cadence, a slow release.

    The path unfolds beneath my feet,
    A mosaic of earth and fallen leaves,
    Each step a story etched in the soil,
    Tales of journeys, both near and far.

    The sun, a fading ember in the sky,
    Paints the horizon in strokes of amber and gold,
    A masterpiece of the closing day,
    A palette of dreams, untold.

    I tread upon the canvas of nature,
    Feeling the earth beneath my soles,
    Connected to the pulse of the land,
    In this moment, where time strolls.

    Not a race against the hands of the clock,
    But a communion with the silence,
    Where the rustle of leaves and the song of birds,
    Compose a symphony of tranquil compliance.

    A mindful saunter through the sacred,
    A meditation in the art of being,
    In the slowing down, I find the essence,
    Of a journey that transcends mere seeing.

    So, I walk, not run,
    Along the path of quiet contemplation,
    Embracing the serenity of each step,
    In the hush of the world’s meditation.

    Version 2

    (Verse 1)
    Walking, not running,
    In the twilight’s gentle glow,
    Where shadows waltz on the horizon,
    And the world breathes soft and slow.

    No hurried pace, no frantic steps,
    Just the rhythm of a heart at ease,
    In tune with the whispers of the breeze,
    A melody of tranquility, a sweet release.

    (Chorus)
    I tread upon the canvas of nature,
    Feeling the earth beneath my soles,
    Connected to the pulse of the land,
    In this moment, where time strolls.

    (Verse 2)
    The sun, a fading ember in the sky,
    Paints the evening in hues untold,
    A masterpiece of the closing day,
    A palette of dreams, a story to unfold.

    Each step, a tale etched in the soil,
    A journey written in the falling leaves,
    I walk the path of quiet reverie,
    Where the heart finds solace, believes.

    (Chorus)
    I tread upon the canvas of nature,
    Feeling the earth beneath my soles,
    Connected to the pulse of the land,
    In this moment, where time strolls.

    (Bridge)
    Not a race against the hands of the clock,
    But a communion with the silence,
    Where the rustle of leaves and the song of birds,
    Compose a symphony of tranquil compliance.

    (Verse 3)
    A mindful saunter through the sacred,
    A meditation in the art of being,
    In the slowing down, I find the essence,
    Of a journey that transcends mere seeing.

    (Chorus)
    I tread upon the canvas of nature,
    Feeling the earth beneath my soles,
    Connected to the pulse of the land,
    In this moment, where time strolls.

    (Outro)
    So, I walk, not run,
    Along the path of quiet contemplation,
    Embracing the serenity of each step,
    In the hush of the world’s meditation.

    Version 3

    Walking, not running, through the quiet streets,
    Where echoes of footsteps blend with the heartbeat.
    Underneath the city lights, a nocturnal ballet,
    In the moonlit shadows, I find my own way.

    No rush, no race against the ticking hands,
    Just a stroll through a world where time expands.
    Street lamps flicker, casting a gentle glow,
    As I weave through the city, letting thoughts flow.

    The pavement beneath, a textured story unfolds,
    Each crack and cobblestone, tales of lives it holds.
    I’m a wanderer in the urban twilight,
    A poet in the symphony of the city’s night.

    Neon signs whisper secrets in electric hues,
    As I navigate the city’s labyrinth, wearing midnight shoes.
    A steady rhythm of footsteps on the pavement,
    In the stillness of the night, a silent engagement.

    Walking, not running, through the city’s embrace,
    Discovering beauty in each forgotten space.
    A slow dance with the urban serenade,
    In the quietude, my worries begin to fade.

    Gentle winds carry fragments of distant sounds,
    As I stroll through the quiet streets, unbound.
    Reflections in windows, a transient mirage,
    In this nocturnal reverie, I’m the sole voyage.

    The city sleeps, but my steps are wide awake,
    In the hushed alleys, dreams and reality intertwine.
    Walking, not running, through the city’s heart,
    A nocturnal explorer, making art from the sublime.

    Version 4

    Walking, not running,
    Beneath the silvered veil of night,
    Where the moon whispers secrets,
    And stars paint the canvas of quiet delight.

    No hurried strides, no racing beats,
    Just the cadence of a thoughtful gait,
    In step with the nocturnal symphony,
    A melody that transcends the hour late.

    The world, a silent observer,
    As shadows play on the moonlit ground,
    A ballet of contrasts, light and dark,
    In the stillness, a tranquility profound.

    Step by step, the journey unfolds,
    A pilgrimage under the celestial dome,
    Each footfall a note in the cosmic score,
    A serenade to the universe, a quiet poem.

    Through realms where time takes a pause,
    And the night sky cradles the wandering soul,
    I walk, not run, in the hallowed quiet,
    A voyage where introspection takes control.

    No destination set in stone,
    Just the path of quiet exploration,
    As the night embraces with open arms,
    A sanctuary found in the art of contemplation.

    Walking, not running,
    In the hush of midnight’s embrace,
    Where the world sleeps, and dreams unfurl,
    I find solace in the unhurried pace.


  • Lost Without You lyrics

    The morning light creeps in
    As I lie here in my bed
    My thoughts drift back to you
    And all the things we said

    Oh my love where have you gone
    I’m lost without you can’t carry on
    I long to hear your voice again
    To feel your touch to ease this pain

    The days are long the nights are cold
    My heart is heavy my soul is old
    I wander through the streets alone
    Wishing you were here to guide me home

    Oh my love where have you gone
    I’m lost without you can’t carry on
    I long to hear your voice again
    To feel your touch to ease this pain

    I know that I’ve made mistakes
    And I’ve caused you so much pain
    But if you could find it in your heart
    To come back to me we could start again

    Oh my love where have you gone
    I’m lost without you can’t carry on
    I long to hear your voice again
    To feel your touch to ease this pain

    So I’ll wait for you my love
    And hope that you’ll return
    Until then I’ll sing this song
    And let my heart yearn


  • Weight of the World lyrics

    Verse 1
    I’m sitting here with my guitar
    Strumming chords in the dark
    Trying to find the words to say
    All the things that are in my heart

    Chorus
    Cause I can feel the weight of the world
    Pressing down on me
    And all I wanna do is find a way
    To set my soul free

    Verse 2
    There’s a pain that runs so deep
    It keeps me up at night
    And I’m afraid if I don’t let it out
    It’ll consume me from inside

    Chorus
    Cause I can feel the weight of the world
    Pressing down on me
    And all I wanna do is find a way
    To set my soul free

    Bridge
    So I pour my heart out through these strings
    Hoping that someone out there feels the same
    And maybe we can find a way
    To make it through another day

    Chorus
    Cause I can feel the weight of the world
    Pressing down on me
    And all I wanna do is find a way
    To set my soul free

    Outro
    I’ll keep playing this guitar
    Until I find the peace I seek
    And maybe one day I’ll look back
    And see how far I’ve come from where I used to be


  • Chance to Breathe lyrics

    Version 1

    Verse 1
    Finally alone, a chance to breathe
    Time to relax and find my peace

    Chorus
    Take a breath, refresh my soul
    Time to relax and be alone

    Verse 2
    The quiet fills me, no need to rush
    This moment’s mine, no one to push

    Chorus
    Take a breath, refresh my soul
    Time to relax and be alone

    Verse 3
    Gather my strength, prepare to go
    Grateful for this time alone

    Chorus
    Take a breath, refresh my soul
    Time to relax and be alone

    Version 2

    Verse 1 
    Finally alone, a chance to breathe 
    To take a moment and take in my peace 
    Let go of all my worries, no need to grieve 
    This is the time I’ve been longing to receive 

    Chorus 
    A chance to breathe, a chance to just be 
    Enjoy the peace and regain my energy 
    A chance to breathe, a chance to just be 
    Enjoy the peace and regain my energy 

    Verse 2 
    No need to rush, I’m taking my time 
    Letting go of all the things on my mind 
    My worries feel so far away 
    Now I can find some peace and stay 

    Chorus 
    A chance to breathe, a chance to just be 
    Enjoy the peace and regain my energy 
    A chance to breathe, a chance to just be 
    Enjoy the peace and regain my energy 

    Bridge 
    This is the time to just relax 
    Let go of all the stress and take a break 
    The peace that I’m feeling is so sweet 
    Letting go of all the burdens I have to meet 

    Chorus 
    A chance to breathe, a chance to just be 
    Enjoy the peace and regain my energy 
    A chance to breathe, a chance to just be 
    Enjoy the peace and regain my energy


  • Beauty of Solitude lyrics

    Verse 1

    Alone I sit, in peaceful joy,
    The world outside I ignore
    A moment of peace I enjoy,
    Without a need for more.

    Verse 2

    The sun is setting in the sky
    The birds are singing a sweet tune
    A gentle breeze is in the air,
    The beauty of nature in bloom.

    Verse 3

    I take a deep breath, let out a sigh,
    My worries far away
    In this moment I’m content 
    As I start a different day.

    Chorus

    The beauty of solitude,
    It’s a pleasure I embrace
    It’s calming and serene
    In this moment I have grace.

    Verse 4

    The sky is turning from day to night,
    A starry sky above
    A peaceful calm I feel inside,
    A feeling of utmost love.

    Verse 5

    I look around and take it all in,
    The beauty I can see
    The peace and joy I find in solitude
    Is a gift that’s meant for me.

    Chorus

    The beauty of solitude,
    It’s a pleasure I embrace
    It’s calming and serene
    In this moment I have grace.


  • Loving my Solitude lyrics

    Verse 1
    I’m feeling free and content
    In my own space and my own time
    I’m embracing this solitude
    And I’m feeling just fine

    Chorus
    I’m enjoying my own company
    I’m loving my solitude
    All the freedoms it brings to me
    I’m loving my solitude

    Verse 2
    I’m letting go of all the noise
    No distractions, just me and my voice 
    I’m finding peace in being alone
    And I’m loving it more and more

    Chorus
    I’m enjoying my own company
    I’m loving my solitude
    All the freedoms it brings to me
    I’m loving my solitude

    Verse 3
    My own space is my paradise
    I’m taking this time to be kind
    I’m free to express who I am
    Unhindered, unafraid

    Chorus
    I’m enjoying my own company
    I’m loving my solitude
    All the freedoms it brings to me
    I’m loving my solitude


  • Time Alone lyrics

    Verse 1
    I’m an introvert and I need some alone time
    I can’t be around people all the time
    I’m not trying to be rude, I just need some space
    Can’t you understand, take a step back and give me a break

    Chorus 
    Give me some time, to be alone
    Let me take a break, away from the phone
    I need time to breathe, time to be free
    Just let me be, let me just be me

    Verse 2
    I don’t want to be rude, I just need to be alone
    I need a break from the noise, from people talking on the phone
    I just want to be away, no need to explain
    Just let me be, don’t try to make me feel ashamed

    Chorus 
    Give me some time, to be alone
    Let me take a break, away from the phone
    I need time to breathe, time to be free
    Just let me be, let me just be me

    Bridge 
    I know I’m not the only one
    That needs some time away, needs some time alone
    Just let me be, don’t try to make me feel ashamed
    Let me find some peace, and just let me be me

    Chorus 
    Give me some time, to be alone
    Let me take a break, away from the phone
    I need time to breathe, time to be free
    Just let me be, let me just be me


  • Solitude lyrics

    Verse 1
    When night falls and the stars align
    I take a moment to step out of time
    I choose to go within and explore
    The beauty of intentional solitude

    Chorus
    I find peace and stillness there
    The beauty of intentional solitude
    I find solace and comfort there
    The beauty of intentional solitude

    Verse 2
    When I’m ready to open my heart
    I take a moment to be still and start
    My journey within, to find a new way
    The beauty of intentional solitude

    Chorus
    I find peace and stillness there
    The beauty of intentional solitude
    I find solace and comfort there
    The beauty of intentional solitude

    Bridge
    In this moment of stillness and peace
    I find a way to reconnect with me
    To find my center, to feel my own bliss
    The beauty of intentional solitude

    Chorus
    I find peace and stillness there
    The beauty of intentional solitude
    I find solace and comfort there
    The beauty of intentional solitude







  • Eastwood Classic Tenor electric guitar

    The Eastwood Classic Tenor is an electric tenor guitar with a semi-hollow body and two humbucker pickups. Like tenor banjos tenor guitars can be strung and tuned in different ways including the fifths tunings CGDA and GDAE/GDAD or Chicago tuning DGBE. This is currently in 5ths tuning.


  • Realist RV4e electric-acoustic violin

    Realist RV4e acoustic violin with built-in pickup.


  • Breakneck bowl lute – 8 course

    Breakneck bowl lute which is an 8 course renaissance lute made in Pakistan. Renaissance lutes generally had between 6 and 8 courses with the highest course being a single course and the rest double with the lower courses often strung in octave pairs.


  • PRS SE Paul’s Guitar electric guitar

    PRS SE Paul’s Guitar electric guitar. Stoptail bridge, TCI “S” pickups with coil-split, 635mm (25″) scale.


  • Ibanez RGT1221PB electric guitar

    Ibanez RGT1221PB electric guitar with hardtail bridge, DiMarzio Air Norton and The Tone Zone pickups, neck-through Wizard III neck.


  • Katoh ALEX/CS classical guitar

    Katoh Alex/CS classical guitar which is a modern interpretation of some 19th century style guitars. It is a small body guitar with spruce top and rosewood back/sides.


  • Anuenue S20 Featherbird Classical Guitalele

    Anuenue S20 Featherbird Classical Guitalele with pickup. Guitaleles are a hybrid between guitars and ukuleles with some being more like a ukulele with six strings and others a short scale classical guitar. This one probably leans more towards being a short scale guitar.


  • Waxen Form

    the wick runs short the 
    candle fades
    then flickers
    and goes out

    how many people
    has she warmed
    how many
    shared her light

    though with the wind
    and with the rain
    her flame
    nearly died

    she overcame
    everything
    until finally
    there is no more

    now she has
    no use no 
    beauty she 
    lies still cold

    darkness surrounds her

    is this the 
    end or the 
    beginning
    of something new


  • Voices

    Voices
                from the distance
    Voices
                muffled indistinct
    Voices
                no recognisable words
    Voices
                an indistinguishable drone
    Voices
                occasional bursts
    Voices
                almost understandable
    Voices
                fading back to the hum
    Voices
                before words can be caught
    Voices
                continual endless
    Voices
                sounds of pain
    Voices
                images of sorrow
    Voices
                raised in ecstacy
    Voices
                laughter to tears
    Voices
                through the walls
    Voices
                seeping in
    Voices


    Then suddenly silence


  • Violated

    I

    man
    strong violent
    forcing striking manipulating
    anger brutality fear pain
    hiding flinching dissembling
    frightened bruised
    woman

    II

    T
    HE
    THRUS
    TO
    FT
    HE
    KN
    IF
    E

    Pure
    Crystal
    Glimmering
    In the handle
    Of the instrument
    Designed for pain
    Agony
    Torture
    Death

    III

    Lust
    Passion
    Uncontrolled
    Male dominance
    Abuse of power
    Taking without asking
    Forcing upon the victim
    Completely unwanted
    Fully undeserved
    Violated
    Traumatised
    Defiled
    Rape

    IV

    She said
           no
    She whispered
           no
    She breathed
           no
    She said
           no

    She said
           no
    She pleaded
           no
    She implored
           no
    She said
           no

    She said
           no
    She shouted
           no
    She yelled
           no
    She said
           no

    She said
           no
    She begged
           no
    She screamed
           no
    She said
           no

    SHE SCREAMED

    V

    Pain 
         Anger
              Agony
                   Brutality
              Agony
         Anger
    Fear


  • Unexpected Elegy

    The doctor
    he told me
    don’t worry

    it is a 
    quite normal
    usual

    reaction
    there isn’t
    anything

    any need
    or reason
    for concern

    why will he
    no longer
    talk to me


  • Under the Stones

    Buried beneath the multi-coloured stones
    She sits waiting to be found and captured
    Captured for her incredible beauty
    A beauty that is so rich, so unique

    Undamaged by the pressure of the stones
    As they are moved back and forth by the sea
    The sea which is her mother and her home
    Now both protecting and threatening her

    Frail and strong, hiding underneath the stones
    Waiting timidly for the right captor
    The one that will give life and love to her
    Who she will trust, risking herself for it

    He comes and so she releases the stones
    So he is able to discover her
    He gently raises her, held in her thrall
    Will she be crushed when she loses control


  • They, the Voices

    And then I heard
    The voices
    Calling to me
    Tormenting me
    I wished to return to
    Silence
    Silence like it used to be
    Silence where I could
    Hear myself
    Be myself
    Be at peace
    Constant
    So, so constant
    Attacking me
    Condemning me
    Shut up
    For God's sake shut up
    They
    They listen in on me
    On my feelings
    They
    They know everything I do
    All about me
    They
    They know
    Everything
    Every thing I do
    All about me
    They
    Damn you go away
    I am no longer safe
    I can no longer keep
    My privacy intact
    They
    They invade my mind
    Pervade my being
    And it never stops
    Even when the voices
    Go silent
    They
    They are still there
    Watching
    Listening
    Being
    Slowly
    Killing me

  • The Question

    Born in stillness
    Out of nothing
    The question appears 

    Living in thought
    Scaling the wall
    The question is found 

    Growing stronger
    Full of power
    The question remains 

    Flying higher
    Delving deeper
    The question searches 

    Dying in pain
    Out of despair
    The question is lost


  • The Letter

    Contained 
    In the clean crisp
    Cover

    Seven
    Neatly folded
    Pages

                   Carefully
                   Worded

                   Substantial
                   Reasons

    Cover
    Now discarded
    Garbage

    Crumpled
    Paper lying
    Scattered


  • The Colour Green

    I

    Rain in the mountains
    Flowers, trees
    River rushing through

    Peace, serenity
    Music of extraordinary beauty
    Subtlety, variety

    Trees towering above
    Hundreds of years old
    Enormous ferns below

    Rainbow colours
    In the sky
    Rainbow birds, flowers

    Granite boulders
    Rocky outcrops
    Gnarled, twisted trees

    Keep, preserve
    Not destroy
    Earth’s natural beauty

    II

    sounds full of glory
    visions grand and majestic
    rainforest beauty

    III

    Whispers in the trees
    Distant sound of water
    Running around rocks and boulders
    Through the deep, green, ferny gullies

    Stunningly beautiful
    Small and pure white
    Hugging their hosts
    The orchids on the trees

    This is the land I love
    Cool and moist
    Unforgettable smells
    Rainforest


  • Short Poems (R – Z)


    shadowed figures against the dark

    dark black
    empty
    the space
    appears
    slowly
    a light
    blue cold
    is seen
    shadow 
    bodies
    enter
    the glow
    figures
    one two
    moving
    spinning
    turning
    leaping
    the dance
    begins


    Sister Moon

    She glows so brightly
    So pure, round and white
    Shedding light upon
    Friends and enemies
    Lovers and fighters
    Fully unbiased
    Remaining aloof
    Coldly distant
    But in her coldness
    Is beauty and love


    So Blue

    So bright
    So alive
    So blue
                             sad
    So cold
    So pale
    So blue
                             is
    So distant
    So removed
    So blue
                             so
    So moving
    So expressive
    So blue
                             blue
    So hurt
    So sad
    So blue


    So nice

    Delightful
    Irresistible
    Alluring
    Nubile
    Nymph-like
    Erotic


    So sss….

    shining
    stretched
    silver
    strings
    splitting
    smooth
    shining
    surface
    sensual
    soft
    supple
    shape


    Spider’s Lair

    Intricate
    woven nets
    delicate strong
    glistening
    silvery
    soft and shining
    dirty brown
    sticky filth
    covering walls
    opposites
    or are they
    both the same thing


    Temper, temper

    Earthquakes
    Volcanoes
    Floods
    Cyclones
    Droughts
    The earth
    Gets its
    Revenge


    The Book

    I tried 
    to read
    the book
    but it
    was closed
    to me
    no matter
    how I tried
    I could not
    open it
    to find the
    joys the truth
    the images
    that lay inside
    I could only
    imagine what
    experience
    I was missing


    The Cat Sat on the Mat

    Sprawled
    Across the
    Fluffy white carpet
    A small black
    Cat


    the chicken or the egg

    Should
    the content fit the form
    or
    the form fit the content


    The cigarette

    A wisp of smoke
    arises from
    the cigarette
    left neglected
    in the ashtray
    slowly burning


    The Ghetto of Love

    A slave to love
    Addicted to love
    Forced into the emotional ghetto
    By potent powers
    Too forceful to
    Deny or control
    When these forces wane
    The choice comes
    Commitment
    Or dissolution
    Until a new situation
    Creates new forces


    The Prowler

    Hovering out of sight
    walking the hills
    Searching a position
    to see unseen


    The Quest

    Endlessly searching through all the old books
    Attempting to find the question’s answer
    The question that is in an unformed form
    Searching for a clue a key to open doors
    To expand to enlarge the boundaries
    To attack and break down the barriers
    Walls that separate the known from unknown
    Unknowable from the easily found
    Looking for what may have been overlooked
    Diving delving into strange untouched realms
    Places of fear hope love hate life and death


    Tightrope Walker

    Treading 
    the fine line
    between
    two terrors
    balanced
    opposing
    evils
    equally
    painful
    one for a lifetime
    the other


    Time Span

    Past
    Present
    Future

    One to regret
    to remember with pain
    One to endure
    to lessen the pain
    One to fear
    to expect more pain

    Yesterday
    Today
    Tomorrow


    Waiting

    Subdued light
    flickering on
    the upturned faces

    Calm, patient
    expectancy
    all waiting for what

    Sudden hush 
    indicating
    event’s arrival


    Waxen Beauty

    Glistening white
    on the pitted
    rough surface
    reflecting light
    from the yellow
    red blue flame
    glowing orange
    through the green walls
    strange contrast
    immense beauty
    variety
    as it burns
    functional art
    so complex yet
    so simple


    Well I don’t, not today anyway

    Irritation

    Desolation
    Obligation

    Negativity
    Opposition
    Turbulence

    Bitterness
    Exasperation
    Lethargy
    Isolation
    Estrangement
    Vehemence
    Enmity

    Inquietude
    Neglect

    Loathing
    Outrage
    Violation
    Embitterment


    What Is, What Isn’t?

    Life is
    Love is
    Joy is
    Bliss is
    Lust is
    Fear is
    Hate is
    Rage is
    Pain is
    Death is not


    Where did it go?

    Clutter
    Bits and pieces
    Scattered
    Confusion
    Disorientation
    Carrying within
    Something clear
    Vital
    Lost amongst
    Peripheral
    Unimportant
    Signals


    Willing Slave

    You
    because
    you have such
    a wonderful
    and incredibly
    sensuous and sexy
    body to caress
    have the power
    to fully
    control 
    me


  • Short Poems (J – Q)


    jump on the merry-go-round

    nlifelifelifen
    olifelifelifelifelifelifeo
    wlifelifelifelifelifelifelifelifelifew
    hlifelifelifelifebeginninglifelifelifelifeh
    elifelifelifelifelifelifelifelifelifee
    rlifelifelifelifelifelifer
    elifelifelifee

    lives
    running off into
    nowhere
    starting from 
    the beginning


    Leaves on the breeze

    In all directions
    Blown by the wind
    Buffeted
    Without
    Choice


    Life’s that bad, is it?

    Trying to avoid
    Facing reality
    By finding different ways
    Drugs or fantasies to escape


    Light globe

    Glowing filament
    Fading slowly
    Power spent
    Leaving
    Black


    Lines

    Straight
    Lines
    Curved
    Lines

    Lines going nowhere
    Endlessly circling
    Or directly to
    Their destination

    Thin
    Lines
    Fat 
    Lines


    litrse

    wot duz
    it matr

    f i kant
    spel

    mi pernts
    didn no

    y shud i


    means to an end

    twist
    bend
    strain
    cook
    doctor
    rig
    fiddle
    juggle
    fake
    act 
    bluff
    cheat
    LIE


    One plus one

    One 
    Person
    Cannot love
    Fully without
    Interaction with
    Another life
    A second
    Person
    Two


    Patterns of Light

    Myriad
    Reflections
    Splattering
    Diffusely
    Producing
    Latticework
    Creations


    Perfection Lost

    It was something
    exquisitely 
    beautiful
    delicate

    A perfect
    example
    of the artist’s
    ability

    Now it is lost
    shattered broken
    split apart
    smashed destroyed

    Forever
    disabled
    There are some things
    That can’t be fixed


    Personal Taste

    small
    petite
    perfectly
    smooth and silky
    immaculate shape
    more appealing
    than other
    larger
    ones


    Pornography

    dogeared pages
    marking the places
    that are frequently
    turned to
    in the book
    thought of by some
    as indecent
    degrading
    disreputable
    scandalous
    but by others as
    celebratory
    artistic
    beautiful
    erotic
    perhaps
    it is both
    perhaps
    neither
    perhaps
    a position of compromise
    all dependant on
    the philosophical
    or moral
    base
    that the individual
    viewers
    ideas
    spring from


    Predator or machine

    Deep within the rainforest
    Hidden in the valley
    Unseen unseeing
    Still able
    To cause
    Death


    Probably not

    I sat down
    to write a
    poem of
    happiness

    I finished
    with one of
    hate despair
    emptiness

    If I tried
    to write one
    of chaos 
    destruction

    Would I write
    a poem
    that is full
    of love joy


  • Short Poems (A – I)


    A place of dreams

    Open space peace
    serenity
    water slowly
    dripping onto
    the mossy rocks
    vast cavernous
    cathedral like
    in its beauty
    its majesty
    a place to live
    a place to love
    a place to die


    Beauty in Grey

    the grey
    scruffy
    floppy
    clothing
    trying
    to hide
    but not
    able
    to hide
    the slim
    sexy
    body
    beneath


    Cause and effect

    Differing
    Sensations
    Floating in
    From outside

    Altering
    Reactions
    Rising up
    From inside


    Contained

    enclosed by walls
    forever circling
    travelling the same path
    yet remaining contented


    Dear Jane

    How can I tell you
    That it is over finished
    Without hurting you
    Making you responsible
    For a fault in me
    My lack of ability
    In relationships
    My needs for personal space
    Outweighing my need for love


    Definitions of Self

    Who
    I am
    An attempt
    To embody
    The complexities
    Of personality
    In a clear simple manner
    An impossible task
    Any attempt is
    Compromising
    The essence 
    Of my
    Self


    essences of existence

    life
    breathing
    warm
    love
    glowing
    passion
    death
    crying
    cold
    hate
    burning
    anger


    Fantasy – Reality

    Horror stories
    Not always
    Fiction
    Fear


    First Date

    I found her attractive
    She gave enough signs
    That she wanted me
    But I
    For reasons unknown
    Make no advances
    Leaving her with
    Thanks for the coffee
    And a kiss on the cheek
    And so today
    Have regrets about
    What could have been
    And an incredible aching
    Pressure


    Flickering in the light

    Dancing figures
    Flitting around
    Sensual
    Ecstacy
    Hazy
    Shadows


    From below

    churning
    bubbling
    heaving
    finally
    surfacing
    bringing
    pain
    fear
    memories
    of death
    loss
    of self
    reliving
    destruction
    devastation
    defilement
    of hope


    Greenie

    we have no environmental problem
    we have 
    social, political 
    economic problems
    causing 
    environmental damage
    Treat the illness
    not the symptoms


    Hot Buttered Crumpet

    Seeping through the holes
    Flowing down into the base
    Warm golden liquid


    Impenetrable Veil

    Dull grey
    walls
    shutting me in
    creating a barrier
    between me and 
    other people
    the outside world
    protecting me from
    harm but also causing
    pain by not allowing me
    to get close to
    anyone or
    anything
    outside the walls


    Inseparable Opposites

    Love and hate
    bound together
    so closely
    that they cannot
    live apart
    cannot survive
    without or
    with each other
    resulting
    in confusion
    disorder
    bewilderment


    Insignificant Drip

    Insignificant drip
    creating ripples
    expanding outward
    influencing much

    Insignificant drip
    slowly eroding
    moulding reshaping
    solid rocks below

    Insignificant drip
    affecting many
    perhaps not quite so
    insignificant


  • Shadows of Sleep

    I

    death
    peaceful
    eternal
    final
    sleep

    II

    sudden flash of light
    erupting from the muzzle
    one more statistic

    III

    An endless sleep
    A sleep without dreams
    Without fear without pain
    Sometimes 
    The prospect 
    Can be very
    Appealing

    IV

    ripples disturbing
    the surface of the water
    as life slowly fades

    V

    small
    round
    and white
    they lie there
    strewn across the floor
    the bed
    the table

    blank 
    white 
    rectangle
    note pad with no words
    sleep
    solution for one

    forever

    VI

    the blonde locks of hair
    are now falling to the floor
    splattered vivid red

    VII

    he is hard to see
    this small dark shape 
    etched against the night sky
    hard to notice until the shape
    is silhouetted against the brightly lit
    windows of the concrete tower

    a shadow 
    moving past
    the white squares
    getting 
    gradually 
    larger

    flashing 
    blue and red 
    lights
    seen through the crowd
    of shadows in the night


  • Room

    There is a room
    Full of colour
    Buried
    Deep inside
    The grey brick building
     
    A room
    Full of colour
    Not because of
    Decor or
    The room's quality
     
    Full because of
    The life
    The spirit
    Of the person
    Who inhabits it
     
               *
     
               The
     
               *
     
    Was I ever happy
    Yes I was
    Once
    For fifteen minutes
    I was
    I was happy
     
               *
     
               Room's
     
               *
     
     
    Everybody
    Has to die sometime
    It is no use
    Crying about it
    Excuse me for
    For laughing it's just
    It's just that it
    It helps hide the pain
     
               *
     
               Colour
     
               *
     
    When I went home
    My parents
    Wouldn't allow
    Me to use
    The swimming pool
    And when I
    Gave my sister
    A kiss she
    She wiped it off
    Yes that hurt
    That hurt that did
     
               *
     
               Gradually
     
               *
     
    Living corpses
    Nothing but bones
     
               *
     
               Fades
     
               *
     
     
    He said
    If he was in
    My position
    That he would
     
    He would
    Commit
    Suicide
     
    I'm not
    A problem
     
    Am I
    He made me feel
    I am
    A problem
     
               *
     
               To
     
               *
     
    I'm tired
    Tired of pain
    Tired of seeing
    Healthy people I
    Want to die this Sunday
     
               *
     
               Grey
     
               *
     
    Don't cover my face
    With a sheet
    I wouldn't like that
     
     
    

  • Ode to a Massacre

    Gate of Heavenly Peace
    immaculate concrete tiles
    red stains ever expanding as
    blood flowed and bodies fell
     
                         While
     
               No blood no freedom for China
    
     
                         Bullets
     
    For one hundred and twelve minutes the soldiers
    held their fire
    then they pulled their triggers
    and squeezed them tight for
    just a single minute
     
                         And
     
               A twelve year old girl
               they kicked and kicked until she died
     
                         Tanks
     
               A girl - Morning Sun
               I am not afraid to die
     
                         Can
     
    Twice the soldiers opened fire
    twice cargo cycles hauled away their bodies
     
                         Kill
     
     
               A four year old girl
               killed by a bullet as she held her mother's hand
     
                         Individuals
     
    The third time the soldiers held their fire
     
                         They
     
               In the crowd a girl heard that
               her younger brother had been killed
               she lost her composure
               ran towards the soldiers
               attempts to stop her
     
                         Cannot
     
    Troops opened fire
     
                         Kill
     
               Seven times she was shot
               even while she was crawling
     
                         The
     
    Were they sickened by shooting their countrymen
     
                         Spirit
     
               An eighteen year old girl crushed by a tank
     
                         Of
     
    Were they simply too tired after a night of horror
     
     
                         Protest
     
               He was choked to death by metal chains that
               soldiers had hidden in hats for crowd control
     
                         Or
     
    A white helicopter
     
                      The
     
               Soldier hanged from a bus
               burned and castrated after killing four
     
                         Struggle
     
    Orders passed
     
                         For
     
               They don't care how many people die
               butchers
               executioners
               murderers
     
                         Freedom
     
    Shots cracked
     
                         That
     
               How can they kill their own people
     
                         Is
     
    Again line formed
     
                         Something
     
     
               They set fire to corpses
               we hurried to try to collect bodies
               but students and medics alike
               we were beaten back
     
                         They
     
    Again soldiers shot
     
                         Cannot
     
               There is no more time
               we can't let any more blood flow
               we must leave
     
                         Do
     
    For three weeks and one day it was
    their patch of democracy
    and they wanted it back
     
                         Forever
     
    Proper response to counter-revolutionary violence
     
               Proper response to counter-revolutionary violence?
     
                         Proper response to counter-revolutionary violence?!?
     
    While bullets and tanks can kill individuals
    they cannot kill the spirit of protest
    or the struggle for freedom
    that is something they cannot do forever

  • Love Poems I – XVIII

    I

    soft silken pressure
    lying against my body
    warm moist inviting

    II

    delicate softness
    enveloping enclosing
    exquisite pleasure

    III

    shining greenery
    flowers on the furniture
    bodies twined in front

    IV

    breathing slowing down
    exhausted bodies fulfilled
    pleasure’s aftermath

    V

    release of tension
    sign of the pair’s union
    melding of being

    VI

    a chance meeting
    a glance a look
    eyes catching eyes
    communicating much with no words needed
    an exit
    a drive
    doors open and close
    lights are on
    though not too bright
    some music perhaps
    a drink
    they sit they talk
    hesitant at first
    still unsure
    although they are both there
    for the same reason
    then kisses 
    short soft
    followed by deeper more
    passionate kisses as they embrace each other
    hands touching each other’s bodies
    as they slowly sensually
    strip away clothing
    exploring and observing
    they move to a bed
    now fully unclothed
    hands and mouths caressing
    all over as they 
    give and receive pleasure
    with their bodies

    VII

    one night of pleasure
    creating by lack of care
    weeks of constant pain

    VIII

    open hands spread out
    both arms fully extended
    pleading for some love

    IX

    do i want someone
    purely for my own gain
    my own comfort
    or
    am i prepared
    to accept them
    for who they are
    and help realise their
    wants
    needs
    comfort

    do i know what i want
    or is it
    some impossible
    mixture of qualities
    that i want at different times
    that can never
    exist purely
    in one person

    can i stop
    putting expectations
    on everyone i meet
    and just
    accept
    them
    for who they are
    without reservations

    X

    Eyes catching eyes
    Hands searching hands
    Lips touching lips

    Arm feeling arm
    Leg coiling leg
    Tongue circling tongue

    XI

    Is the satisfaction
              the ecstacy

    Worth the constant demands
              the exhaustion

    XII

    Two small rooms
         Gleaming metal
              Cold shiny surface

    Varied size
         Holes in the wall
              A voyeur’s delight

    Largest hole
         Used for nameless
              Faceless liaisons

    Through the walls
         Hands and mouths give
              Perverted pleasure

    XIII

    Bang
        Grind
            Lash
                Poke
                    Hump
                        Mount
                            Scrape
                                Score 

    Violent words
              Is it always a violent act

    l
    o
    v
    e
    l
    u
    s
    t
    s
    e
    x

    XIV

    Lash of the whip
    Striking again
    Holding leather
    Wearing nothing
    Red stripes appear
    Crossing the flesh
    The body writhes
    In agony
    Strapped to the bed
    Vulnerable
    Fully exposed
    And yet strangely
    Aroused erect
    The whip is dropped
    The body squirms
    Held in suspense
    Rigid hardness
    Enters between
    Flaming red cheeks
    Agonised screams
    Of pain and bliss
    As spurts of white
    Splash on the red
    Pain for pleasure

    XV

    soft melodic phrases
    arise from the instrument
    that is perfect in its smooth rounded curves
    the amazing juxtaposition of the
    complexity and simplicity of both the instrument
    and the beautiful music arising from it
    it is joined by another instrument
    in its search for a perfect expression
    of the things it is trying to convey
    an instrument that is hard and long without 
    as much softness in the shape of its body
    but precisely the correct instrument to be set
    against the first instrument
    different in many ways from it
    but totally and fully compatible
    as they grow accustomed to each other
    the playing becomes more intense
    and far more varied
    at times the tempo is very quick
    at times quite slow
    the mood of the music also varying
    finally arising to an intense unified climax
    before gradually subsiding to stillness

    XVI

    if only tonight
    tomorrow will seem empty
    drained of all purpose

    XVII

    The glowing embers of the fire
    Providing the only warmth in the cold empty house
    The fire and soft music the only signs of life
    In the house – empty except for one
    Alone again gazing into the fire
    Thinking of who
    Or how
    To help fill the house with warmth
    With hope
    With life

    XVIII

    Torn away
    Before there was anything to tear

    Split apart
    Before we were even together

    Why do I 
    Feel drained shattered lost alone unloved

    Why must it 
    Hurt so much to lose something that I

    Never had
    How can I forget when there is so 

    Little to 
    Remember why should I long for what 

    Never was
    And what will now not ever happen


  • I Heard You Call

    I heard you call my name
    I do not know where from
    Nor the reason for the call
    But I heard you all the same

    I heard you call to me
    I must be mistaken
    That you are no longer here
    I cannot refuse to see

    I heard you call once more
    In tones so soft and sweet
    Attracting my attention
    I try so hard to ignore

    I heard you call again
    Just like you used to do
    Forcing me to remember
    The way that it was back then

    I heard you call my name
    But since that day long past
    That you were lost forever
    It can never be the same


  • His Book

    She held his book so tightly in her hand
    As she entered into the world within
    The world bringing memories of her past
    Memories that she would rather forget

    She held his book so tightly in her hand
    Her eyes transfixed by the yellow pages
    Yellowed with age, a portion of her past
    A past to remember and to forget

    She held his book so tightly in her hand
    Lost, thinking of whatever ways she knew
    Ways to lose the memories of her past
    As she tried desperately to forget

    She held his book so tightly in her hand
    Her hand that was now so cold, pale, rigid
    Becoming like a statue of her past
    Cold, hard, stonelike, in order to forget


  • Haiku I – XXIV

    These are poems in the syllabic form of Haiku but otherwise they make no attempt to be authentic Haiku.

    I

    haiku strong simple
    complete poem in three lines
    five seven and five

    II

    cheeky wattle bird
    outside the grey brick building
    playing unconcerned

    III

    red white blue and green
    yellow and orange and black
    oils on a canvas

    IV

    purple blue and grey
    thrown together without thought
    an artists’ nightmare

    V

    blue sky above me
    below a concrete jungle
    blending or clashing

    VI

    mist rolling away
    normality returning
    replacing stupor

    VII

    rapt concentration
    the extraneous ignored
    the artist at work

    VIII

    bubbling from beneath
    filtering slowly upwards
    churning the surface

    IX

    soaring high above
    going where the wind takes it
    free and unfettered

    X

    Just a change of state
    or loss of vital essence
    evaporation

    XI

    night following day
    nightmares following daydreams
    death following life

    XII

    G’day ‘ow are ya?
    What ya doin’ tonight luv?
    Same to you ya bitch.

    XIII

    Little black boxes
    lying in discarded piles
    waiting to be filled

    XIV

    One energy filled
    One ready to fall asleep
    Aftermath of love

    XV

    Thousands of fine strands
    Woven together to make
    A thing of beauty

    XVI

    The ticking of the clock
    Reminding me that I
    Live according to time

    XVII

    Breaking the silence
    With painful intensity
    Eerie haunting cry

    XVIII

    Angels and devils
    Vampires spirits and wizards
    Mythic existence

    XIX

    Precise dogmatic
    Highly opinionated
    Officious bastard

    XX

    Fitting together
    With absolute precision
    So compatible

    XXI

    Logic emotion
    Existing together or
    Forever apart

    XXII

    Flowers on the wall
    Distractedly merging with
    Designs on the floor

    XXIII

    How incredible
    To find that what was a dream
    Has become a fact

    XXIV

    Corners compartments
    Forced into their own niches
    A pattern of life


  • Fields of …

    Stretching unto the horizon
    Disappearing from view
    Spreading out in all directions
    Lush, green manicured fields

    Saplings growing daily stronger
    Springing from seeds they grew
    Developing shades of silver
    Shading the sun washed fields

    Bursting out of the fertile earth
    Flowers of gold and blue
    Daffodils and violets give birth
    To multi coloured fields

    The lovers washed by golden rays
    Their bond so strong and new
    Relaxing in a cocaine haze
    After sex in the fields

    Laid in even spaced lines and rows
    For what they thought was true
    The young men take their last repose
    Under the white crossed fields


  • Droplets

    Drip
         one
    Drip
         by one
    Drip
         the droplets
    Drip
         fall
    Drip
         onto
    Drip
         the carpet
    Drip
         from
    Drip
         abstract
    Drip
         red flowers
    Drip
         to
    Drip
         larger
    Drip
         mosaics
    Drip
         then
    Drip
         slowing
    Drip
         and turning
    Drip
         brown
    Drip
         as they
    Drip
         slowly dry
    Drip
         as
    Drip
         droplets
    Drip
         finally
    Drip
         stop


  • Dreaming Reality

    I

    then suddenly i was falling
    plummeting down into enormous depths
    of nothingness
    the fall seemed endless
    becoming merely a void
    no sound
    no feeling
    no light
    no pain
    no sensation at all
    no time
    for time too was left behind on the surface

    II

    waking I regret
    dreams are nothing they cannot 
    hurt me anymore 
    but the daytime with its old 
    and new terrors dumps
    me in continual hell
    until no longer
    can I bear the suffering
    in dreams is safety
    the pain is held at bay by the 
    distance given by dreaming

    III

    fortune and fame come to greet me
    i am lost and alone
    in a wilderness of lies
    but time and space 
    are not only to be blamed
    but also the everchanging
    fear that comes with the dark
    or with the unknown things
    that haunt us forever
    hounding us until at last
    they go
    drowned in a sea of darkness
    of blood and fire

    IV

    Dreams twist into nightmares
    Nightmares force upon the light of day
    The day turns into nightmare experience
    Silken threads of dreams
    Become heavy ropes that bind

    V

    And so I wait 
    and dream and hope
    wait even when 
    there seems no hope 
    in waiting

    VI

    I
    dreamt of
    a crystal
    a red crystal
    shattering apart
    into a thousand flakes
    sharp needle pointed slivers
    scattered over the ground
    slicing everything
    then melts away
    leaving thick
    blood red
    sap

    VII

    And so it goes on
    From day to day
    Sleep to waking
    Confusion
    Uncertainty
    Pain
    Cold
    Dull
    Grey and lifeless

    VIII


    discover
    the perfect partner
    magnificent in all ways
    quintessential, consummate, ideal

    and
    then
    I
    wake
    up

    IX

    Although I have developed 
    an immunity
    to the pain from dreams
    so that they cannot hurt me 
    anymore there is no real 
    satisfaction in 
    dreaming it is in 
    some ways worse when the dreams are 
    good as eventually 
    I have to return 
    to reality
    returning to realise 
    these things I have dreamt are not 
    likely to happen to me 
    ever

    X

    Reality 
    pain, fear, boredom
    these things are real for me
    not success or pleasure

    Everytime I 
    return from dreams 
    into reality
    the injuries are worse

    XI

    And so 
    I dream
    And wake
    To face reality 
    For another day
    Trying to find ways 
    To help me
    If not enjoy life
    Then at least 
    Endure it
    And to make the attempt
    To lessen the pain 
    And heartbreak
    That life is 
    For me at least

    XII

    For 
    I am
    I become
    another person
    another persona
    in a new situation

    I
    create
    something grand
    out of nothing
    hallucination

    Find
    new strength
    coming from
    a delusion

    See
    my thoughts
    unravel

    Dreams
    become

    Lies


  • Daddy’s Home Again

    I am a child
    I was once happy
    I don’t understand
    I loved my Daddy
    I do not want this
    I scream silently

    I start again

    I am a girl
    I use any drugs
    I search for more sex
    I buy the first one
    I find the second
    I scream, agonised

    I start again

    I am a wife
    I try to accept
    I attempt to please
    I am not in love
    I avoid his touch
    I scream futilely

    I look for a means
    I want an end


  • Daddy’s Home

    Innocence of childhood
    Waiting . . . waiting with fear
    Of what will happen
    Dreading those terrible words
    Daddy’s home
    And what comes after

                 I start again  

    Dingy bars, street corners
    All of the men alike
    Each experience
    Echoes those terrible words
    Daddy’s home
    And what came after

                 I start again  

    Wedding vows, pure white dress
    Could it be different
    Again what happens
    Mirror those terrible words
    Daddy’s home
    It still comes after

                 I start again


  • Comparable Hardships

    loneliness
    though painful
    can be borne
    it is something
    that is constant

    rejection
    is harder
    different
    resultant pain
    something to fear

    loneliness
    easier 
    to cope with
    than the risk of
    the rejection


  • Cardboard Cutouts

    Tracing the shape
    Onto the sheet
    Carefully cutting
    Around the outline
    Cardboard cutouts
    Almost finished
    Ready to enter
    The world made for them
    Battered and bent
    Abused by time
    Straightening edges
    Repairing the tears
    Faded and torn
    Old and useless
    All are gathered up
    Tossed onto the pile
    Tracing the shape
    Onto the sheet
    The process restarts
    New lives to create


  • Broken Images I – VII

    I

    A collection of words
    Representing
    Ideas and Images

    Sometimes reflecting me
    More often not
    Inspired by others

    Misinterpretation
    Adding meanings
    That are not really there

    Placing expectations
    That a poem
    Reflects the poet’s life

     II

    Fragments
    coming from
    who knows where
    going into
    my mind and then
    off again
    to someplace else

    Fragments
    of a conversation
    skipping around
    in my mind
    an unfinished dance
    ballet of words
    meaning what

    Fragments
    of music
    too scattered
    broken up
    to recognise
    as a coherent
    complete entity

    Fragments
    thoughts
    of love, hate
    whirlpool
    of images
    faces
    I don’t know

    III

    distorted picture
    seeming two-dimensional
    a cardboard cut-out
    the perfection of the day
    making an unreal image

    IV

    My
    Poems
    Reflecting
    Influences
    From what impinges
    Upon all my senses
    What I hear taste touch see smell
    Not always from experience
    Or reflecting my beliefs
    My opinions my life
    Dispassionately
    Objectively
    Portraying
    Unknown
    Lives

    V

    Per    in        in       im      I       mis    sen   pic     dis    por    sli     the    of    al
    ver   ven     com   age  cons   rep     ta    tures   tor   tray   vers  stra    ac     i
    ted  tions  plete    ry     of       re     tion    of     tion   ing    of     tum    tu    ty

    Perverted inventions
    Incomplete imagery
    Icons of misrepresentation

    Pictures of distortion
    Portraying slivers of 
    The stratum of actuality 

    VI

    falling
    like snowflakes
    unable to 
    catch them

    without
    destroying the 
    form the exquisiteness
    of them

    leaving
    untouched
    distances me
    makes them

    unattainable
    hard to appreciate
    too far away to perceive
    with accuracy

    striving 
    constantly
    to get close
    enough to

    study
    their perfection 
    without harm
    reproduce 

    them in a less
    fragile form 
    while maintaining
    the essence

    of their charm
    their appeal
    my attempts
    only producing

    very crude 
    imitations
    of original’s 
    delicateness

    unable
    to make the 
    breakthrough to form 
    them into a

    precise and
    self-sufficient
    representation
    of the image  

      I
       m
        a
         g

           e
            s
          b
         r

       o
      k
     e
    n

       b
         y
        t
       h

      e
       a
         t
          t

            e
             m
              p
               t

             t
            o
             c
              a

                 p
                  t
                   u
                    r

                      e
                  t
               h
             e

          i
         r
          b
           e

             a
              u
               t
                y

    VII

    lights
    flickering
    in the darkness
    my mind

    from
    thought
    to thought altering
    constantly

    images
    flash
    through and are gone
    vanished

    lost
    somewhere
    for ever
    unless my mind

    can retrieve them
    call them back
    my fears 
    hopes

    reality
    all
    occur
    within the 

    flickering thoughts
    then one by 
    one the 
    lights

    go out


  • Boxes

    Black
    Boxes

    Empty
    Boxes

    Filled
    Boxes

    Dark
    Boxes

    Large
    Boxes

    Small
    Boxes

    Stacked
    Boxes

    Piled
    Boxes

    Useful
    Boxes

    Useless
    Boxes

    Harmful
    Boxes

    Dangerous
    Boxes

    Chaotic
    Boxes

    Peaceful
    Boxes

    Relaxing
    Boxes

    Unusual
    Boxes

    Unexpected
    Boxes

    Surprising
    Boxes

    White
    Boxes


  • … of …

    Fields of darkness
    Cells of light
    Seas of aridity
    Deserts of water
    Summer of hate
    Winter of love
    Spring of pain
    Autumn of joy
    Fires of ice
    Air of dust
    Music of silence
    Silence of noise
    Pain of joy
    Happiness of agony
    Rivers of blood
    Trees of clay
    Forests of emptiness
    Plains of confusion
    Skies of black
    Birth of nothing
    Life of death
    Death of life


  • Unspoken Love – lyrics

    I didn’t mean to fall in love with you
    I didn’t want all the pain it’s put me through

    Unspoken love
    Though I’m sure you knew
    Unrequited love
    All I have with you 

    My feelings for you are easier left unsaid
    But it’s a battle between my heart and my head

    Unspoken love
    Though I’m sure you knew
    Unrequited love
    All I have with you 

    I’m sure you know how I feel in my heart
    But I’m glad it stays unsaid so we’re not pushed apart
    Cause your friendship is so special to me
    Wouldn’t want that wrecked for something that can never be

    Unspoken love
    Though I’m sure you knew
    Unrequited love
    All I have with you 

    How I wish it could be another way
    But it can’t so it will always stay

    Unspoken love
    Though I’m sure you knew
    Unrequited love
    All I have with you 
    Unspoken love
    Unrequited love