As the korean expose For real how do you not notice brass and steel, rigid corners with cold feel Throw eyes to the sky Throw eyes to the sky Throw eyes to the sky Throw body into river wide with bridges twined for the blind to walk, bump and wish, insincere as they whisk and flow through this Throw eyes to the sky Throw eyes to the sky Throw eyes to the sky Throw body into river wide

Hands purple cold Tributaries dry and old Heart pump slow Heart pump shiver and cold Fresh new replication Spring morning new green Trees tall and proud Me wilting in the crowd Bird nest, peaches and raindrops All so full and fresh All so full and fresh Cloud knows when to rain Tree knows when to spring Bird knows when to build And lord knows when to sing

Years pass notice the ones still family Views rest all forgotten, all forgotten old age need and old age wants to see whose going to be around after Ones of best intentions warmth inside, oh how I didn't see maybe the world plans for me. Stories keep some, no recollection to the unclear they were always there, family Man gave up circles everyone by thirty it seems but are they happy? Endless options kills the mind but life is long and full of fresh times to be had, to feel another why close off? why close off? Natural way maybe, maybe a fool or maybe a fear maybe a gift to the ones that gave, family

Theres an old tale Of sorts As old as time Man wants more than he has Sets out to reap Benefits that don’t come free Sets out to fish Lake of worth But just one wish Great mirth, with no work, And all play, Makes mere man anyway A minute at the castle Or a life in jail Harvest the geese And have no peace A Meal for one Or a drink for six Special day gluttony And drink until sick Grapes crushed As old as time This liquor runs through All these classic crimes Fishing for gold But It pulls you in To drown in all the liquid That you can drink Be it goose or carp

Take me out of orange light Take me out of moonlight plight Let me stay up to write Let me stay at desk upright Throw me into 9-5 prison cell Reception, primary and recreation Wire fence, windows and solid structure For second guessed checks, I cannot endure Who’d have thought Seven years of premature talks

Bore away bone A fawn to feast Months of meals Fawned for this feast Lion, bear, Lying hounds. All the same, no claim And wind carried on by With animals laid knowing Honestly with eyes on the prize Honesty knows every disguise Thieving players, Jackels or cats. All the same, no claim Wolf’s stake, Belongs to you Dare to take Dare to take Dare to take Dare to take Dare to take And wind carried on by With animals laid knowing Honestly with eyes on the prize Honesty knows every disguise

Spent this week fretting Over trains to London, Over planes to States Am I running? Spent this week fretting Over time of arrival Overing stepping my welcome Is it worth this travel? Awkward I seem, Over seeing people, I wish, to be friends Overstepping my mouth Awkward when I offend Awkward I dream, Over seeing places, I could see myself in Over west or back towards, The place where I was born Hard to connect The fidget and the head Where to stop straddling with feet And i’ve read its, Hard to connect. But theres ease in opportunities Where we’ve come to well community is everything. I can go, I can go Three foot or three, thousand miles They’ll be someone to Feel warmth and smiles but I can’t go, I can’t go Three foot or three thousand miles Without feeling, some minor exile I don’t know where to place myself, in this world I don’t know my place in this world Place me in sight Of green in the day clear sky at night and not just all grey Place me in sight Of red slow dawn purple spred dusks a (mixed) palate to look on Uncomfortable in Sea of busy people Constant drown in space I need my freedom and Uncomfortable in, Fields of still nothing Never could settle in emptiness (I’m) just not that trusting I need to feel, a sense of potential for things to grow, a stress of forward tension I need to feel a sense of tolerance. That everyone can walk the streets freely, without not fucking hollering Is it too much to ask to feel some love from others compliment, encouragement only together will we flourish is it too much to ask for some to leave me alone insults in the street, and backstabbers put my head back together I don’t know where to place myself, in this world I don’t know my place in this world

Odyssey of pink trees, with blurred frames, Family portraits on golden meals Forgotten friends and fields cut in building edges, framed ideal Odyssey of exes, suits and ties. Forehead kissing booth nostalgia. Down state or up up high Oh what a life, Oh what a life Torn between living and regrets Split on loving and leaving as yet Not the most made, Not the most made

Early sleepwalk in fog, Proclaimed by eyes not mine Head in dreams of towels Wrapped around needless body Why do you walk Round the streets on Sunday Why do you read Round the sheets on Sunday And bother me to see, the fog Late strides in the night Meer movements twitch Head in automatic puzzle set Path towards words better than mine Why do you live Along the line of no time Why do you live Why do you live

Fit cream sink with middle tap, Ran lukewarm walk setting Appetite fro 5 metre dash Stretch tripod legs over ground floor, seek cell of creamed walls Roll eyes around room Abundant in silence, Abundant in sacks of gold coined lines. Cold man sacks confused with warm lips stuck to newfound code of conduct Electricity, coffee and waste Throw to eastern wind, Temperable unlike this setting Day, stopped in time zone Both foreign Good morning time Later than sought Fought over daylight worth

It's kept underneath we don’t see it till we’re underneath the beauty, the beauty but we don’t see till we’re underneath I’ve been walking in the sun gliding under the drip with no one Nature so structured, reflections on river I envy it, reflections of mine dither I’ve been getting up hours before needs be and still lazying in till three Out with no recollection, but guessing by these eyes, theres not much sleep, i’m getting Seeing the light through my whisky ice amber, honey, its a golden paradise Numbness so structured, routine brings I feel it, the numbness in my limbs Seeing it in my head when it needs to be and it gives me this fucking glee Suckered by the book ends on cardinal, woman and all the universal themes Its kept underneath we don’t see it till we’re underneath the beauty, the beauty but we don’t see till we’re underneath Its kept underneath we don’t see it till we’re underneath the pain, the pain but we don’t see till we’re underneath

Everyone wishes to take their dear Wrap in grey marl sheets and Hide from low winter sun Set aside thoughts that hinder It is winter and we ought to wither away together Hold in no clothes shiver Relinquish held thoughts and Enter heads Through seen clouds of whimper and whisper Truths uncovered, bonds form Give up to each other and we can warm