What do we take and what do we give
Are we free to choose the lives we live?-N

first if there is one thing you'll learn its this:
if it is not in frame it doesn't exist - N  

you lived your life for tomorrow
you have no dreams left to borrow
-N 

there is a shade of moon in your eye
where i hear the swoon of your sighs
holding you naked dancing in the rain
whispering stories of sanity to the insane-N  

where are you now and where have you been
this morn i awoke dreaming i was a butterfly
this night i slept dreaming the butterfly was me-N

you're running down the track
the night burning down your back
you'll never come back alone
there's no one left at home
you follow the ghost of you
and the ghost will follow you-N 

walking down your old hunting ground
you come across all the people you used to be
you find the self you lost and the selves you found
between that moment and truth you lost an eternity -N

what if the only dream we share with each other is a nightmare?-N

i died on a day of sunshine
or maybe it was a day of rain
was i trapped by my own prophesy
was the sublime drowned by the mundane-N  

we look up at clouds in the sky
we call them a thousand names
yes the times they are a changing
but everything's still the same-N

crawling down tunnels of destiny
looking for others under your skin
for all the people you are yet to be
and all the people you have been. N

there is a stranger in my head
screaming naked in the rain
my mind is clear, he says,
but my soul is insane- N

Sometimes I wish I could fly
but where can I go
Where can I hide
so my shadow wont find me
Everything I am fleeing
is right here inside me.N

i peel off my skins and enter-N

upside down inside out
i want to be alone with me
lost in transparencies  - N

Happiness is not around the corner.
Happiness is the corner.-N

from the vantage of vanity
from dust to disarray to dust infinity
mirrors won't freeze the lines on my hand
i trace and erase my face in the sand - N

here we are
washing away black memories
in white water-N

in your eyes i see generations of ignorance
in your face i feel nothing to aspire to
in your voice i hear empty words
you are a blob of flesh with a loaded gun
and all i can shoot you with is my camera. N

The Media is the Medium
The Medium is the Message
And the Message is a lie
-N

give us this day our daily bread
and a cake or two my lord-N

jealousy and possessiveness
two sides of a coin
one a mind with no imagination
the other the murder of a mind-N 

i remembered my future
old age and death
i remembered the cure
look back and forget-N 

the mirror's cracked along

the angles of my face

where do i belong

in it's tangled embrace

the looking glass

looks back at me in wonder

i look through the mask

only to see a stranger
-N

another life another season
where is the rhyme to reason

where will this dust take me

when will my skin break me

will my spirit come touch the stone

of things i loved but left alone
-N

I awake to the groggy hangover of sanity
symmetry of line
infidelity of motion
on other continents
under darker skies
we might have been lovers of the light
here we are acquaintances
groping for the end of a line
in a confusion of options
I sit in half shadows
menu in hand
alternatives swimming dimming
saturated by choice
hunger unfulfilled
appetite satiated. N

sweet child in time
you'll see the light
from stone to spirit
from naked to night
-n

 here you are on the blue highway, halfway here, halfway there. here you are on the blue mountain, halfway up, halfway down. stranded and exiled, looking out to sea, holding onto misplaced gods and what you might have been. n

i watch the taillights in the sky starting and ending. fading down pillared corridors into another world. away from the trivial the inane the babble the trash. away from life's symmetry of madness. n

you will be my night as life is my day-N

i saw a crane in a cage craning its neck at the sky, 

staring through the bars at clouds floating by-N

Scraps off their tables, crumbs on the floor,
Blinded by parables you knock on the serpents' door,
Champing at the bit, grave in a reptilian pit,
They branded you a slave and you thanked 'em for it
-N

you ran onto the proverbial sword
what have you done outliving your gods - N