Imagine if spiders were interior designers, Spare some time for our garden gliders, As natures chandeliers, Queens of Corners, Looms of beauty, raindrop ambassadors. How do our blue bottle snipers spend their hours? Finding flaws in our lux kitchen diners, Desperate to polish the heads of our showers, Silently judging you on your third shelf desires. Curb your curiosity to the ceiling drummers,...

I’ve been at the bottom of the valley With the dirt loose as dust I’ve been at the top of the climb When no feeling’s enough I’ve been lost in the darknessWith my hands on my eyes I’ve been blinded by light And only wanted to cry I’ve had my feet on the ledgeWith my heart screaming out I’ve been walking to bed Just to fall and break down I’ve been falling apart When my life’s made of gold I’ve ...

Sometimes I miss the harbor lights And the heartbeat of the sea Where longer days form longer nights And waves break instead of me 

We're the midnight daydreamers Leaving trails in the skyThe downtrodden believers Quick to fall for a lie But hold on for tomorrow Take a risk for the light Learn to grow from the sorrow Like the day from the night 

Do as your told Stay in your lane If you ask questions Clinically insane Robotically programmed to follow the order Think outside the box Youve got a mental disorderLookin all the way back to when I was a kid What I was told to do was whatever I did And the same thing is implemented as we grow old We have learnt from birth to do as we’re told Because someone’s always bigger and better than you ...

Endlessly spilling into place the salt of earth,The hurt of millions years of woundsWhich wept it all into existence;Enshrouding myriad unknowns In surfaces that glisten,Many taken from above in fists,Demanding we atone.And yet, benevolent she seems,When peddling her shells and stones,As keepsakes for our trysts.We don't believe it, but she knows,All will come back to the sea.

why do I ... cry, spit, pour, die, lie, drown, gasp, choke, spin, dance, breath, huff, puff, prune, all too soon. just for it to amount to nothingness. goodbyes, with a sweet kiss?

I have a heart made of diamonds held together by dust And it's scared of the silence so the beat's always rushed Like a prince made of bruises as the battle drawers near It runs low on excuses not to hide in the fear See the issue with diamonds, sometimes the pressure's too much And in the presence of violence even more turns to dust 

I have been the shore I have been the swells Always beaten apart And repeatedly drowned I have crashed into land In the dark of the night Praying to be found But always scared that I might I've repeated mistakes With a fear of the deep But every wave breaks When it's rushed to the beach 

There's a tale that is told, Across the land, to the youth. Shrouded in myth, Yet, remains the truth. The Sorcerers of Spring come, When the trees are stripped bare. Granting growth with their songs, As new life fills the air. Then come The Soldiers, Sent on beams from The Sun. Their weapons, light & warmth, dancing. 'Till the rebirth is done. Autumn Assassins sneak, As The Sun starts to du...