Have you ever wondered why we see the world the way we do
With eyes so full of colour yet without a colourful hue?
Perhaps you’ve even pondered why an odour can be acrid
And if we couldn’t smell it, could we decipher the difference?

The ground falls away so quickly
As I teeter upon the edge,
I Claw the cliff so desperately
My finger-tips are torn and red.
My descending cry of terror
Overwhelms the serene silence,

If I had a chicken
Would it look toward the sky?
All the while thinking
Why the hell can I not fly?

If I had a chicken
Would it lay a thousand eggs?
All the while wishing

Death, is something life will bring
It never discriminates,
Death will come for everything
As a messenger of fate.
Death, itself should not be feared
As we have no influence,

Where the pastures are green, Midnight still grazes
The cowboys tried, on and on through the ages,
To subdue and confine, his spirit so free
One day the lasso brought him to his knees.

Somewhat over-weight

Maybe I had contracted

What I didn’t want?

3/03/08 Ado

Trembling cause of disillusion
Can’t escape without confusion,
Hunted by your own made pain
In time your thoughts will all be slain.
Soon your life’s controlled by me

There is a bloke I know, who’s shy and introverted
His caliber of character’s, never been asserted,
A BMX champion, who lead me through the fray
The one person in my life, I am proud of, here, today.
With incidents from Jinker Tracks, throttled saying HI!
Rusty cracking teeth, and a drunken; “Are you and Chris; right?”
To the weekends spent fishing, in our prized Haines-Hunter
She was blue, but she included the only best brother.

Seemingly normal

Birth given to flame of light

Immolate all seen.

A sturdy job
A brand new start,
The monkey’s, off
And tame thus far.
The ten-grand debt
Diminishing,
In tiny steps
It’s vanishing.
Obligations!
The legal kind,
Reparations
For minor crimes,
Are next to pay
With fathers’ loan,
Small steps again
Till I’ve atoned.

A ten grand debt and a burnt-out fridge
A few CDs and bugger all more,
This job arose like a granted wish
It helped to pin my feet on the floor.
The people working within the walls
Of this metal working company,
Inspired the strength, to quit it all,
Welcome to the other side of me... I am a victory!

It’s big and green
The rams are clean,
The stroke’s not right
This begins the fight.

It bends the sheet
But not complete,
Adjust the level
And grab the bevel,
Great at the ends

"Had fingers in my eyes, had needles in my veins,
a knife right through my heart... I am a victory."

These lines are borrowed from the Megadeth song 'Victory'.

NOW!!! The decision’s made.
To give it up for good,
HARD!!! An understatement,
To describe what it took.
SCARED!!! I may not make it.
My entire life shook.
THEN!!! I found these lyrics,
And they became my hook.

Had fingers in my eyes, had needles in my veins,
a knife right through my heart... I am a victory.

She was the queen of everyone I saw
She held my heart within her hand,
She could ask for anything and get it
I was a slave to her command.
She was a stoner just the same as me

Two different types of suicide
They look much the same from inside,
Two different types of suicide
Are they substitutes for our pride?
Two different types of suicide
My brothers’ alcoholic drives,
Two different types of suicide
And my own hypodermic highs.