Ode To Clothes/Make-up/Assorted Hats

It brings me to life
As I unhand it from the postman
Finally the latest conduit to my facade!
Caressing the rips of my shoulders
There’ll be no doubt about how I want to be presented
No doubt the source of all my power
I’m fucking alive everyone! Rejoice!
In the exact way I intended

Hey darling how’ve you been ey?
Are the slots of perception on a re-roll?
Do they come up favourably?
Does it turn the meek into men?
Pixels melting in front of your very eyesight
I’ve seen that look get given before
It’s reserved usually for the performers and magnets
You do me way too good of a favour miss
But not like that wasn’t on the blueprints
As my conduit overflows

How’d you like my super powers?
Does it transform the geek to a sex freak?
And for just a few shy of a hundred
It could be yours too

Lnc0

Stormy Seas

I know what ‘difficult’ is a codeword for
No one ever makes it though those 9 letters unscathed
It’s not as if anyone’s raised the white flag
But it’s clear we’ve been playing different games all along

Of course it’s better then to stay ignorant
But I’ll kick and scream at the predictability
Can I not gain the foresight to spot the 3rd act
After the 2nd ice cream pallor meet up
I’m scared of dipping my toes into that world again
So much effort, so much time, on a non starter
I know it’s the risk we all have to take with majesty
But I’m terrified

Lnc0

Another End Of The Night, No Joy [W.I.P]

Loves me, Loves me not, Loves me
Who’s in charge of these prayers anyway
I’m lacking on the send address on my declaration
I just gotta ask you man, what can I do?
To speed up this process you got going on here
I feel like I’m spoiling faster then the wall plaster

Is there a chant I have to perform
Or a potion I gotta mix in my teacup?
To make the figures start popping up
To have that gaze cover me head to toe
What does it take, be straight with me man
To be looked upon by the surrounding
To get the same intensity of the light-beam
As I dish out there way
In that magically hopeless way
That hopeless romantics do

Then to pinball off the story boards
To come into contact with my palms
To make me feel pretty
That same feedback the ladies gorge on
Maybe I want to feel it too
That world changing shift from just being there
Maybe it’d make me feel more worthy
Worthy of anything given to me

Lnc0

Filtered coffee hits me like weed cakes, like when you eat a ton cos you can’t ‘feel the effects’ and then you get slam dunked with it all at once and it’s like “Haha how do I even LIVE!?”

I hate that I only get that with something as mundane as filtered coffee, I’m too responsible with anything else, I am a 90 year old in a 23 year old’s body

What…. Literally Nothing Does To A Guy

I can’t be trusted with promises
Of cleansing the grime from my flesh
And arising in another dimension
I leap out of the oven before I’ve become complete
Who has time to wait, youth is ticking away
And I got a sparkling new ego to show off
A new zest on non-existent power
To show to my fellow corpses

I can’t wait to go back on all my words
Betray any sense of progression I’ve hinted at
It’s been to long since I’ve self-destructed
In the place to cause the most unrest
Can tears be the cause of nostalgia
Will it get the bruises to make a re-appearance
I get better with every wound on my body
I can’t wait to break the peace this summertime

Pain is pleasure
To destroy is to be reborn
Kill me however you want
Let me surge again

No one ever rooted for the healthy kid
No one ever jeered on the sane ones
I’m making to much progress for my liking
To make the kids look up is a death sentence
I’ve learnt that all to well in the jungle
We only recognize those who match us
Wound for wound, break for break
Until then they’re the bar, the goal, the target
I’m getting bored of being okay
The pitiable state is the most entertaining one

So is anyone gonna accept me as is?
As progressing? As ascending?
No one likes the sound of that face it
And now here I lay in the trucks path
Whatever comes out from the otherside
I predict the exact increase in unification
I know I’m right, I’m always right
Your only loved when your killing yourself

Lnc0

Meeeeeeeeeeer [W.I.P]

I grow tired of it
Of everyone blindly gabbing on my praises
Such a clear fucking lie
It’s why people can’t connect the opinion to the man

I bow down to peoples feet
Before clocking them on the chin
I run my hands through their hair
Before yanking a chunk of it out
I cry when they go
I groan when they stay
I buy any myth people throw my way
And keep the blindfold on the whole time
Only for my stomach to retch
At the revel of the sequels

But I’m the sight to be retched at surely?
Bruises and lashes from the tongue
All posed to the recipients
While keeping the answer book to myself
Not even a hint, not even a clue
If they can’t figure out, they don’t deserve to know
That’s the fun-loving logic you could deserve
When you strike a convo with that sulk at the bar

But now the documents leaked
And the stage by stage analysis is in public hands
Does it answer anything? Did it fill you in at all?
Does it make you see me as less of a nutcase?
At the very least does it explain
Why I kiss the feet of people who deserve a smack
And smack the people who deserve a kiss?
And if it does explain, do you understand?

Cos right now when the opinion reaches anyone’s ear
I have a hell of a job explaining the false advertising

Lnc0