The Lake Can you help me to swim? You are a river burning into my skin So fierce that I am pushed unexpectedly Into a pool that is ice cold. It bites into my weak, white skin Into light which is reflected like a crystalline waterfall, Dropping into the invisible nadir, Digging deeped into the sould which has lost meaning, Where the water dines, drowns and disintegrates. Her vapour mist will cease to settle And her skies have no natural limit And you look at me from far off. The lake shines and shimmers, shatters. The lake is of no depth and of no matter. Whoever You Are Left, right and centre Your illumination hits me. You strike me like a swear word But then you get repeated and repeated and repeated. I'm living in your orb I'm wondering why you care for me so Like a pendant that stays with me I can't let go. Sometimes I question the strnegth of our bond, I don't know what ties us together, You breathe inside my lungs I'm there as a shoulder to lean on. Funny when you wonder who you're writing about It's random but it's meaningful. Whoever you are you make me free, You make my eyes clear. Heart In A Living Corpse My heart lives in wasted wilderness It screams out to the homely, heavenly hills And they scream back. The eagle of my definite doubts Attacks the unknown with gusto And something inside smiles a frown. The ghost of my past haunts me daily, I talk to it in a frenzied trance, We discuss the resolutions. Every time my puppeteer mechanises my mouth Random words are uttered out, I learn to forget to remember. I breathe in many man-made chemicals, The trees nourish me with their nature. But I live in an urban trap that encloses me, I never lose my heart, but I let my heart lose me, It gets so bombarded with trash and banter That I forget who I am. Where does my heart go when I disown it? Does it wait impatiently at my return? Does it mourn at my return? It gets lost in the erratic vacuum of my twisted thoughts, It cries out to me, ears blocked with modern mass And it slowly adandons me. If I don't have a heart, I am drained of a pump, A pump that fuels my true, personal aspirations And the blood spills into the grave.