life in a moment

put a message in a bottle
looking to leave this island
send out the warning signal
we are rotting on the inside
time to make our way clear
start plotting our journey
the engines at full throttle
in the distance they understand
send out the warning signal
we are allotting our lines
in sand footsteps disappear
start to track life’s journey
pour me a drink from that bottle
we aint leaving this island
set back that warning signal
do yet another white line
until all reason turns to fear
life’s stands still no journey
put an message in my bottle
i am loving my private island
saw the sign not the signal
in my head i am doing time
until brain cells disappear
life in a moment is not a journey

freedom from mental incarceration

taking time only to look for ones self
too concerned with change to leave on the shelf
hedonism is a new found religion
apathy is a life course not a decision
trying to run fast from stereotype
that we become predictable an in line
revolution becomes common place
individualism has lost its face
life has lost its colour and its shine
not out for love just to get mine
self centred pride burns your heart
knife entered side and turns the start
raping your minds eye looking for doubt
murdering your soul just to get out
image is everything when the surface is thin
giving is nothing unless you’re giving in
life is in an instant quality is lost
love still is distant freedom at cost
when fashion is the ideal of poverty
when you’re trippin with a cup of tea
safe the earth with fake sincerity
just looking for your 15 on tv
hating money makers whilst you get rich
life happens when you are acting the bitch
tie up your mind in fake knowledge of life
entrap your heart and guide it to the light
get me freedom from mental incarceration
we lock up our minds in selfish validation
of our own lives trying to look for a meaning
when reality sits and realise we are dreaming

AMKED

AMKED
cetamine in your blood stream

nicotine colours your eyes

whisky give you the dreams

vommiting last night goodbye

roll out of the club a 2am

hold ya-self up by all means

arms round someone named ryan

know not what to believe

morning and ya mind feels like led

wakeing up in a strange place

last nights guilt fills ya head

look t'ya right not recognise the face

head pounding need caffiene fix

your stoumache wrenching acid

mind spinning rooms doing trix

and your madhood feels to placid

not sure where you are or how you got there

are you close or far

so that you can disapear

search to fill your blood stream

and re-address the balance

nicotine, caffiene even cetamine

anything you'd take the chance

clothes missing no indication

strange markings on your back

your host might need lubrication

unless you are on the attack

find clothes stumble down stairs

never knowing what you might find

head sensitive to music that blares

coffee being brewed by the kind

stumble out into the fresh air

mind speeding from last nigts shame

walking south but not sure where

running now only yourself to blame

pounding pavement looking for answers

to the direction you need to go

people look at you like cancer

judging the person they don't know

hairs a mess face unwashed

looking like your death warmed up

pocket full of cheques uncashed

your cups spill when half full up

sleep as your walking finding your way

somehow you wind up at home

you climb into bed and there you stay

until you realise your not alone

you see a face as you turn right

someone that you recognise the face

from which you took flight

now in your bed lies

then suddenly you see

that the place you ran from was home

and things aint as they seem

now how to get yourself alone?

the man who killled the devil

the devils skull lies screaming
out on my porch
i met him in memphis
we didn't stay in touch
i lost my heart
to the other side
i sold out for wisdom
and a young mans pride
i sat there drinking
an the beast needed a shave
i wasn't even thinking
as i spat on the devils grave
in tears he cried out
for the love of my soul
i sold out Beelzebub
for a pot of gold
he stood there screaming
asking me why
i turned my back on hell on earth
and never said goodbye
i broke the devils heart
when i turned him down
i broke evils spirit
as i turned with the frown
i met the devil at the cross roads
and i tore him apart
he knelt down begging
for me to give up my heart
the beast he had seven heads
all in need of a shave
the devil packed his suitcase
and headed for the grave
i met the devil in memphis
and i kicked his ass goodbye
his demons they did beg me
and asked me why
i sold out satan
and shot him in the back
i took him to his maker
and let out the attack
i met the devil
or should i say he met me
if he had let me alone
i would have let him be
i killed the devil
and i took his crown
i will finish what he started
i won't let him down
peace on earth is nothing
i haven't lost my touch
the devils skull is left screaming
out on my front porch

my secret rendezvous

my secret rendezvous

look in to those eyes
and touch that hair so golden
make a life i despise
when i look i'm withholdin
touch those lips so red
touch deep inside
touch you deep within
trying to make you mine
covert breasts so sweet
and skin so soft
lie naked in your glow
never giving it up
behind closed doors
we hide our love secret
behind closed doors
i have no regrets
you turn my head
with everything you do
never leaving the bed
i'd leave it all for you
hot and sweating we
part for air
your loving consumes me
even when your not there
i want to spend the night
to hide from the world
hold you in my sight
like no other girl
you are my secret
your my addiction
your my heroin
my welcome affliction
my secret rendezvous
my night of lust
into each others arms
we have been thrust
you are my escape
from my reality
in your bed of chains
you have set me free

the search goes on

take a sip form the devils cup, of water that never quite fills you up, it slowlydrys, cracks an splits inside, until on atorture stake it swallows your pride, thirst for knowledge led by insecurity, look for salvation in a glass thats empty, knock ongods door but he's never in, the lights maybe on but no ones listening, the wheels areturning but no engines inside, grab your torture stake swallow that pride, looking for meaning to life itself, of inner peacewashed down with some wealth, looking forspirit and some security, funny how freewill never quite set you free

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