Rain falls for an eternity in my mind,
A consciousness I can't seem to leave behind.
An outlook clouded by clouds I cannot see
A permeating melancholy emanates from me.
But tears behind my eyes I do not hide,
I've a barrier from my rain clouds, however wide.
I've an impermeable shelter from the storm within my head,
An umbrella forged of emotion, love not lead.
For though my days are endlessly grey
Extreme emptiness is not a price I pay.
For I never feel hollow, alone or unloved.
With you, my shelter, all around and above.
When i'm in your arms nothing can find me
And anywhere I go you'll always be near.
Down any path you're right there beside me
So i've no reason to run, no reason to fear.
With our love blooming I feel myself growing
Inside and out to the girl I deserve.
I can only hope that one day I'll be worthy,
Intelligent, beautiful and in all ways superb.
So behind the clouds rainbows are forming
And street corner bands perform "our song".
While I know in my head that this Eden's reality
It'd hard to believe this is where I belong.
Coloured pills of wonderland generation
Psychedelic schizophrenic universe
Locked within a mini capsule,
A rocket, flying you out to space,
Out, out among the far flung stars
Out of your mind.
Into another, one more insane
Wait!
Reverse and oppose
Take the chemicals to banish the tainting moon
From your midnight twilight sky.
Why waste time talking, interpreting, discussing,
Constructing theories to explain your problems?
Take a pill and make it all go away,
Blow away, fly away on moth's wings.
Once you pop you can't stop
Dosed up in a state of
Synthesised perfection.
Numb to reality.
Heaven forbid they wear off!
Leave you in the jungle of autonomy
Without the movie-star gloss
That made everything sparkle
Like the nightshade shine on your glassy eyes.
Distant windows to nothing
Distant windows to nowhere
Reflecting only the emptiness of your life,
Your culture.
I work in city business and my desk displays my name.
As a PR guru I need my daily coffee to keep me sane.
Naturally the establishment I frequent is unique,
My friendly local Starbucks, open every day, all week.
At eleven in the morning I arrive and hold the door
For the hurried, hassled housewife cartingbuggies and kids galore.
Of course, she is too busy to notice my display,
She rushes past, coffee in hand, and heads off on her way.
Once I get through the door I'm overpowered by the smell
Of excessively roasted coffee beans, an aroma naught can quell.
Various syrups and sprinkles complete these classy drinks,
The price of one worthy as the riddle of a Sphinx.
For who'd begrudge two forty nine for a White Mocha to go?
Or a Grande Skinny Double-shot Caramel Macchiato?
And then, of course, accompany it with the muffin of your choice:
Golden Syrup, Caramel topped, obese of the world, rejoice!
Now to get your coffee, instruct the Barista as she goes,
It'll only take ten minutes, you'll have it before they close.
Authoritatively she announces it and hands you a sticky mug,
One sip and synthetic sweetness bits you like a drug.
The warm-ish buttery caramel drink, made with minimal care,
Doesn't scald your hand as you spy eagerly for a chair.
Andonce you've found your sofa, sat down and been engulfed,
It's comfort will distract you from how stained it is and scuffed.
Further to enhance the mood, soft jazz is made to play
Over the split stereo speakers, to recreate Arthouse decay.
Today it's Dean Martin followed by Sly and the Family Stone,
Complimented beautifully by Suits chatting on the phone.
Yes, Starbucks truely is the domain of the elite.
A place my sort of people come to meet-and-greet.
If only once could take this divine experience home,
It;s just as well they have more stores than Catholics in Rome.
Perfectly content with the conflict within,
Set myself nine rosaries-cleanse all my sins.
Closer we get my resistance wears thin,
Sublime sensations of you under my skin.
But I'm already his possession
Mind body soul-merely concession.
Slowly draining to comfortable obsession
My perfect image allows no confession.
Yet now I'll break all preconceived notions,
You've got my heart in fatal commotion
I don't see an end to this flood of emotion.
Your starry eyes turn my world to slow motion.
But this rhinestone tiara is tarnishing fast
I can't tell how long this immiation will last.
Hearts a Soul more brittle than glass,
Better act before the runes are cast.
* * *
So much for our counterfeit reconcile outing,
Watch me standing on the altar shouting:
Why must I spend my entire life doubting?
His hallowed commandments I find myself flouting.
Win, draw or lose, which one will take me?
Which one of you has the desire to break me?
Who's not afraid of the discord within me?
Who out of you is truely akin to me?
"Neither" I hear and "neither" I feel
I'll turn my back now, while it still feels unreal,
To the corpse in front of me, gracious, I'll kneel,
Mourn my losses to the Bell's solemn peal.