I Dream

I dreamed a dream of the night before,

When I awoke I was craving more.

T'was purer and truer than any real thing,

Where the people, they dance and the birds, they sing,

But a song of peace and a dance of love,

A happiness shining down from above.

When I awoke, oh my eyes, they burned,

Denying the truth that I had learned,

The land that appears in my own dream,

Does not exist, or so it would seem.

The world where I live is not one of peace,

You can plaster a crack, iron a crease,

But the scars of this world, remain forever,

My life is devoted to this endeavour.

To change for good, I'll find peace only then.

Or perhaps I'll just go to sleep again.

Silhouettes

Flown from the Angles on July fifteen,

A triple sided commune, the plan pristine.

But plans they can change, as people sure do,

So evolve and adapt, and come up with a new.

Make camp near the Rock and try to survive,

And better our future, for this we strive.

Analysing the past with each careful move,

With eyes on the future, we look to improve,

The situation around and the situation we're in,

Working smarter, not harder, that's the way to win.

Don't surround oneself, with a simple 'here here'

Be called to account, by those who remain near.

Self affirmation, is taken to extremes,

But very little comfort can be sought in memes.

Without the people to back up, the ideas and insight,

Knowledge and wisdom, we use to enlight,

The world we inhabit, and the people around,

We mustn't forget, that we are all bound,

By subjective experience, and collection shared,

Intellectual interpretation, that should be aired.

This is for old and new, faithful friends,

For those who've helped us through The Bends.

For the family we're given and the family we choose,

For whose in our corner, whether we win or we lose.

Appreciation is present, indeed it's sincere,

Know we are close, even when we're not near.

Images in my mind, memories start to crack,

Melancholy overwhelms, when we look back.

'Cause your faces are so clear, this feeling is stark,

But we're just silhouettes, silhouettes in Stoke Park.

Reminisce on occasion, more than I'm certain,

See us again before the final curtain.

Souls altogether, not a single one bored,

Truth in my heart, we'll always have the Ford.

In time things'll change, again and again,

Stop to look around, every now and then.

Forward with conviction, don't delay,

Maybe you'll see us on the way.

Enjoying the now, 'cause I know we'll soon be,

Silhouettes once again, silhouettes by the sea.

Smokescreen

Do you want something to get the words flowing?

I ask myself, but even that's a lie.

If I didn't have this, I'd be going,

Out of my mind,

Thinking too much,

Feeling too much,

Dwelling on past things that can't be changed,

Swamped by self pity,

And angry murderous thoughts,

Kindly popping up when I find myself alone,

Waiting for a time I can return home,

But home is just a dream now,

A distant memory,

The occassional nightmare that slips in a startles me,

For all the things I've done, and all the things that scare me,

My monster from which I run, can't even defend me,

Because I've taken to hiding behind a smokescreen.

Look deep enough and find,

The gods of Olympus,

Or any gods for that matter,

Mine was Anubis,

The god of death,

Something I feared,

Something of dread,

But my eyes are open now, I see the truth within,

There are no gods, there isn't even sin,

Only the projections of mankind,

Personified to extremity,

Compensating for weakness, lack of control,

Crying out that we have a good soul,

Just misunderstood, and misinterpreted,

All this I forgot, when I took a few knocks,

More than a few, I hit the rocks,

So I put up a smokescreen.

I moved from place to place,

Sometimes intentional, sometimes forced,

There were those who had faith,

And some who endorsed,

The monster of my own creation.

That overcompensating creature,

A backlash of oppression,

Who would have thought, that an actor as such,

Would forget his life, and live in the script,

Engulfed by anger, at those not playing their part,

Trying to laugh through a broken heart,

And then came the green,

Such a beautiful colour,

A great state of mind,

With the tendency to smother,

Everything else.

The smokescreen.

There's something that guides me,

When I feel alone,

The light of the moon,

She guides me home,

But it's not a place anymore,

Just a feeling,

One I haven't had in a long time,

One that expels the nightmares,

And the murderous thoughts,

She invites my demon to dinner,

We all reconcile,

It's hard to believe I haven't felt,

This good in a while,

She makes me happy,

She's made me clean,

And she's helped me put down,

The smokescreen.

Ignis Internum

Hand me a whiskey, or vodka, or gin,

Awake Ignis Internum: The fire within,

Who doth dwell down deep, deep beneath the skin,

Is it a sin? If I win? Using violent means?

I don't think it is, Ignis agrees.

Self justification is a dangerous vocation.

He taunts me of course,

This malevolent force,

Cutting people down with no remorse,

Poking at the wounds, waiting to be let out,

He's dying to come and have another bout,

He rears his ugly head, he catches me off guard,

Just waiting for the next cunt who thinks he's hard,

Waiting for a time when all hope is lost,

Are we there yet?

Could it be? That it's just me? Or a pseudo-personality?

Like some unholy trinity?

Or has time just fractured  my fragile psyche?

Study some basic psychology, and I think you'll agree,

This isn't quite normal, but no-one can see,

No-one can see Ignis the way I do,

When my thoughts turn to words without my social filter,

I know I'm in trouble, slightly off-kilter,

And then my thoughts are no longer mine at all.

The longer I live, the more I am tempted,

To give Ignis the key, to let the demon drive,

To say 'fuck the lot of ya', I know I'll survive,

A smile on my blood soaked face, shows I'm alive,

The owner of the blood, maybe not so much,

But fuck him too.

They can lock me up again, but they'll never be free,

Of Ignis Internum, because he lives in everyone, not just me.