Falling fast
From high above
The dawning
Delirium
Faltering
from Ego
Bitter In Taste
Sweet in Action
And this is
When
You must
Jump
Knowing that
Soon
The Ground
Will meet
You

I like the way your last night skin
Burns the iciness,
When the first reddish ray of sun
Penetrates each pore of your bare back.
And every time I touch
The mocha colour of your skin,
Fragrance of caffeine
Seeps in through my nerves
To make me intoxicated.
Now, there is no doubt left, that
My morning is going be good.

China white,
two lines of coke
Northern lights
blinded by smoke,
it all seems broke,
I'll just resign
find some more time
and one more line
feeling alright
with China white.

Jukebox plays
yesterday's songs
nothing new
nothing belongs
a rainbow of oil
no colours to spoil
back to the foil
two lines of coke
more China white
blinded by smoke
feeling alright.

When the lights run through
my head
laser guns
thinking me dead,
I go back to
things that I knew
nothing to do
falling in blue
with two more lines
these are the times
China white climbs
into my bed.

seems we have not been to all the mills,
never will. some are gone, yet we have seen them.

seen things that are never there. lost our way,
if there ever was one?

there is a book, we did not buy it, perhaps
a need to find out for ouselves.

it has become a metaphor, a place to be lost in.

he said they bolted the looms down, we disagree.

sbm.