You are a bad habit

Heads all across Coloured, raised or bowed. Rushing through the street By the moment By the clock By the rules One was me, the other was you when we bumped, destined by nature not to be one. You liked cats I loved dogs You looked to the hands And me to God. I was Ganges

Being Exposed

The secret trunk,Locked with keys one many.Each time, in privacy of my beingThe trunk opens to me,And a stranger who won’t reveal,So I wish to believe. You love me for what I am not.There is no way to tell,Unless a day the stranger is you.And you won’t reveal,So I wish to believe. That sting of

Love of same kind

  Love me soft, love me tender, you know where it hurts, the ache and sweet pain the mounts, plateau and plain.   I can’t tell but you don’t need to be told, that’s the beauty of love with the same kind.   I don’t bare my heart, do i need to? I am yours

Epiphany (Reprise 1)

Dawns With crush of death All that was gained and lost All that was saved and squandered All that was loved and despised All that was accomplished All that was destroyed Life is neuter And we measure by Black and white High and low Far and near Love and hate.  

Epiphany

Indulged in deluge of modern life’s broadcast Propaganda of the way and of not the way That which is right And that which is mine What ought to be And what is possible Not of what we are capable But what we desire Of methods and processes Of wills and choices Of what we choose