I want to get lost in translation with you, breaking boundaries.

The Foundations fall through the floor and the sound is a howling for a second,
then more of a scowling thought.

No words, as fingertips speak for us
and you learn the contours of my back with your palm.

We trust in each others arms.

harm is a million miles away from here with its feet in concrete at the bottom of a pier.
no fear...no tears...

Kiss away my sadness and share some ideas,
help me fill this blank pad as the end of our time together nears.

I want to get lost with you,
into the wild then out to the open blue where my mind and heart can bloom,
where wide eyes can tell the truth and there's no need to exchange or prove a word with
or to you.

I want to get lost.

I want to get lost in translation with you.


cumshots and kebab shops

Compassion, cruelty and cold feet... a sour mixture
evidently clear to all that bother to glance.
Broken women and
Bastard men.
daughters with out mothers and government b and b's!
Hail to the job centre,
a hands down successful method of keeping you confused,
and dumb as fuck.
A kind heart can make a day.
A headline can haunt the night.
A women with a mobile phone and an opinion
meets a man with a big heart and a heavy hand,
but who can put a price on love? love?
Empty churches call for funerals,
weddings and fools...
Scented candles give head aches homeless men don't feel.
death, joy, sex, drugs, love, pain,
pride, mistakes, men, women,
children, crime, cumshots, guns,
kebab shops, guilt, faith, the sun,
the moon, the soil, the good days
and the bad...
'in life a man must come to terms with everything
or nothing'.