Cloning perfection

Ironic love
Lasts when others fail
Not mocking yet a little sarcastic

Looking to the future
Three doors down
Planning for failure

Cloning perfection
Passing it around
Watching it flow

Leaving it unsaid
Three little words
Changing people’s worlds

Ironic life
Lasts when others die
Not shocking but a little shy

Looking at the future
Painted in sarcasm
Hoping on promises

Adrenaline ideals
Merry go rounds
Watching perfection

When it is cloned
Through editing rewrites
Knowing is the art

Starting new
Worrying future failure
Emptiness standing alone

Cloning perfection
Painted in sarcasm
Sultry purple hues

E man Round up

E man round up
Jetting out of the water

Three man standing
Discussing mankind

Nards the Dragon
Waiting in limbo

Wishing for Norway
And sweet desert

E girl asking
“Can I be in these words?”

Sunsets on Montague
Salads in hand

E man round up
All in fun

No branding iron
Or rope

M in between
Jett pulling on a prairie plain

All three giggling
Sounding insane

Thinking of an exit strategy
But not to plane

Charming life

Things can be charming
Even in disgrace
Tropical flavours
In bright sunshine

Things are never as bad as them seem
Nor as good as them appear
Mountain tops in shadows
Streams with a killing touch

Charming smiles upside down
On display in markets and town
Wandering a little here
Mixed metaphors

A gift of pleasured regret
Minds see what it wishes for
Erasing what it doesn’t make sense

Things can be charming
Even in decay
Rusted heart s
Amongst the broken parts

Things can be charming
Even at the end
Of long ennui train rides
Watching life slide by

Numbers counting back

Comfortable conversations are never easy
Consciousness thick as ice in winter
Bitter and a little sweet

Numbers counting back to zero
Dust to dust
Five years from now will it matter?

Hunger content
Pain always bitter
Anger painted on gutterily thick

Temptation digits away
Alluring ones soul to keep
Planning an impulse
Finished in a corner

Artists chip away at the marble
The rock speaking only to chisel
Guiding the hand
Master piece fatal chip away

Words without rhythm
A myth in a shrine
Finding meaning

Some words have meaning
Only from with in
Touching one or two

Some words can change
A world one brick at time
One word can bring hope
For a few

That one word is different
It can be lost in translation
Yet it can pass the test

Will it matter in five years?
What is that one word to you?
Tension thick

What is not

What appears is not
What is not is
Reality can be an illusion
Smoke, mirrors and indecision

Friends fading like the morning sun
Gone before noon
Seeking to be free
Like this migraine

What is not is
You are all alone
What appears is not
I am here for you

Comes like new moons
Pages of a cheap novel
What appears is gone
Meaning hidden in the refection

All chrome and no sentiment
Parts on the floor
Assembly required
Reflected in the chrome

Looking up

Looking up
Eyes meet mine
Through the window

As the Face pulls away
What could I say?
The train was gone

Next day I am on the train
Looking for a face

Looking out the window
Eyes meet mine
Through the glass

Train pulls away
Would could I say
She was gone

The next day
I am looking in
For that face in a crowd

Looking through the glass
No eyes meet mine

Train pulls away
What could I say?
So I turn around

Eyes meet mine
I say hi
She says about time

The train comes to a stop
Waking me from sleep
The Train is empty

This is my stop
I get off the train
Alone

Pulsating Reason

Decadent reasoning
Frying on an open heart

Wishing reality
Hoping on conscience

Running in the rain
Washing ones soul

Receiving nothing
Waiting on Paris

Wipers working over time
Silence the knock on the door

Mojo models
Hanging on threads

Dancing over the floor
Images screaming

Voodoo dolls Pulsating
Muja pins