The Troubling Times of Mr. Thomas

2009-10-13T04:34:00.000-07:00

I'm just a shadow
In the dawn of a solstice day
Standing at the gates of
Atlantis,
In her silent eyes
I'll rest and reside
To be her pupil,
and she can teach me
By the candle light
Reflected in her iris.

If her mouth were a flower
It would be a Tulip,
'Cos her two lip
Part like a petal for the rain
I cast my heart
Into the wind again
A hope in vain
Destined to remain
Like a blood stain upon her pillow.

When i put into words
How I feel
I question if what i feel
Is real
In all that was
And all that will.

So to you,
First borne daughter
Of Water,
Earth
Wind and
Fire,
All my four seasons find their mantra
In this desire,
In rhyme but not in reason,
So deceiving is the clouded heart
But my sun still shines brightly
Through the storms
Of rejection and treason.
With nothing to lose
Except a little bit of face,
I offer these words up
In the hope
She'll accept them with grace.

2009-10-13T04:28:00.000-07:00

Oh no!!
I went and did it again,
Wheres my jacket
And whats my name?
I looked down
at myself
And thought...
Who's gonna take me home?
I tried to sleep,
Honest,
But i couldnt stop that banging
Inside my head!
So I got dressed
And went back out instead.
Do you mind?
I cant talk,
I can either dance
Or die....
Do you wanna lick...
My credit card,
You wanna get high?
I think I died this weekend....
But was way too fucked up to realise.

2009-10-13T04:26:00.000-07:00

so you wanna be high all the time...?
Well why dont you go and live up on a mountain...
The Eternal truth that you seek wont be found
in any hidden jungle Fountain.

2009-10-13T04:23:00.000-07:00

SPACE
S. P. A. C. E.

Specific
Proof
Actually
Confirming
Eternity,
The shape of a pregnant woman's belly
In relation to
The shape of the Earth
Should show us
The nature of our
Paternity.

2009-10-13T04:08:00.000-07:00

I wanna play her body
Like a classically trained pianist,
I wanna feel her heartbeat
Through her back
Upon my chest.

I linger on those thoughts
That then turn to dreams.

I kiss the wind
As I speak her name
Art builds from pain
And her words bare the scars
Of a hidden side,
Insain
In-trest
Love tests
Nails, Back
Nipple Mouth Brest.

I wanna play the blues
With my fingers on her skin
Strokin that flesh
Like i'm gettin notes from a string.
Listen to her
Wale and moan
I'd be playin that Devils music
All night long
If i wasn't sittin at home.
I'd sell my soul at the cross roads
To play that music with her,
When skin creates that friction
The vibration
Becomes an addiction,
It strums my soul
And like a breeze it blows every fibre floating around my
System