There is no vending machine for love

You cannot find a vending machine for love

you cannot pretend it’s real love

My heart is on fire

is it a liar?

is all love is smoke and mirrors

if so can I forgive her

I check my change

you are everything I desire

my hearts ablaze

but is this only a phase?

love maybe a chase

but not a vending machine case

I haven’t the money to give

to choose the love I need to live

you are a beautiful woman

but I will never have you or own your soul

at least Love is fair in that respect it’s not out of control

I can put my money into the machine

but I will never be your dream.

Christmas is cancelled

Tear down the tinsel

put the Christmas tree in the skip

rip down the rope lights

make the Christmas fairy take flight

Santa is in debt

his company in administration

so Christmas is cancelled

the kids will drive us to frustration

but this economy is to blame

so stop making your Christmas pud

let the turkeys run free

stop buying presents from Tesco express

and get the kids a cardboard box instead

let their imagination run wild

Christmas will always exist in the heart of a child.

The hero is known as the villain

The hero is known as the villain

Schizophrenia is chilling

in my mind

unkind thoughts strain

hurt by incandescent pain

A voice that chains my soul

yet in the distant soul an angel calls me

the only way I can get to you is time

and living out this life of madness and grime

Ghost FM

The radio booms on speakers

it’s enough to wake the dead

zombies re attach their heads

ghosts clammer for attention.

What’s this dissenting dismal story

breaking from the ordinary

it must be the radio news.

This towns a ghost town and we are out of sight

dead ravens take flight

like they have been reanimated by Edgar Allen Poe

the word nevermore repeated.

Disco lights dance in the dusty ghostly radio station studio

the presenter moves his skeletal hand

and slides the controls to the peak setting.

his voice a long forgotten recording

playing jingles old songs and adverts

for a town where no one is around…

You are darkness

You are darkness

but there are stars shining in that darkness

the night gives the stars room to shine

and heaven is a heart that mines

all the diamonds in the sky

for us when we die

you cannot have the light without the dark

you cannot have light without a spark

which illuminates the dense darkness of night

we gravitate towards the light

we need it’s warmth like a beacon

otherwise we weaken

but the dark is place of growth also

and we grow in the dark towards the light.

A man filled to the brim

A man filled to the brim

with importance like a full pint

waiting to have his glass smashed

and the contents on the bar room floor

in a bar room brawl

or drunk or consumed

by time

I unlike have had my confidence dashed

my pint glass gone it’s contents drunk

I skulk in the background

I was only ever a lemonade man

in the shade never seen or scanned

by eyes

my life never pretty lies.

I love you beyond

I love you beyond the life I lead

Beyond the daydreams I had as a child

Beyond this cage of bone

Beyond the words I pray

I love you beyond the fabric of dark matter

Beyond the earth which houses my body

beyond belief and believing

beyond the sands of time

beyond gravity which holds me down

beyond the demons of desperation

I love you beyond separation

Beyond my eyes which gaze

beyond music which sings out

In the blackest hope I will find you

and I will grasp your hand

sit with you and make you understand

Are you burning bright or burning away

You’re gold?
Yeah gold plated
What’s underneath your skin?

Abbreviated 
Silence longing 

Life sold cheap

You reap what you know 

Selling yourself

Where is it getting your mental health?

To be a make up covered scar

Instead of a star

Chain smoking to fill your time

Life is lived through the eyes of grime

We are in your little band

Miserable we still don’t understand 

Life in conflict makes a good story

You tell yourself I don’t want to be ordinary

Debt ridden though and poor

You’re fighting your invisible war

and yet the people and the politicians don’t care anymore

You tell yourself it’ll get better
The glass half full to aspire

Lights your fire 
are you burning bright

Or burning away.

The mirror (possession)

The mirror

The antique mirror which was your late great aunts
Stands before you and plants, an image in your head
A frozen image of woman not unlike yourself but with white pupils
Without an iris just a spot,like a dot of ink on a page
The image shimmers until all you can see is you again although you are feeling strange.
But you look again and your eyes have turned
White, your body your frame is racked with pain
As you feel nails break and black claws burst free of cuticles
You lose you balance and fall grabbing your stomach
You don’t know what happening an your terrified not just flummoxed
Panic sets in as skin and bone crack
Metamorphosis is not holding back
As your feet and talons burst through your dainty high heels
To reveal huge hideous monster toes and claws on show
Your legs are growing too not showing signs of slowing either
As your breaths become more and more sudden
You roll about the floor
Your clothes tear at the seams
You’re becoming a monster like in those horror movie scenes
Legs break and bend like an animal on tip toes
Your back arches and cracks as your spine shows
Then your spine extends as you scream
A tail has formed writhing and waggling out of control
Animal instincts start to take over your soul
Horns sprout from your skulls temple
As your screams become mental
Your teeth grow sharp your tongue extends
Your face becomes a muzzle you growl
You can smell every scent in the air
As your nickers tear
You howl a lustful howl as hairs stand on end
and grow into fur as you roar a beastly roar
Cursed you want more
Flesh lust and craving
No one is safe from your beastly self
We are all meat to you on a consumers shelf.