You do not have to be honest with me You do not have to write pages of script Or find fanciful ways of expressing Your innermost thoughts You do not have to share You do not have to give anything to me Nothing at all I accept who you are in this moment And yes there is much I do not know But there is also much I do And so I tell you this You do not have to be honest with me But for my love of you I ask you to be Honest with yourself Do not listen to this fiendish character Perched upon your shoulder Chattering incessantly Telling you what you need to hear To soothe your darkest thoughts Do not fool yourself You are worth so much more And what are your prayers for If not to listen to your spirit To enlighten you and make you whole Whatever name you or I choose However you place your body I lay mine on the waters of the ocean With my arms outstretched And face the skies of heaven All this serves one purpose There are angels and we must call to them To dispel the mythical figure Who carries the seeds of fear in its wake And serves to destroy Everything that is good and true Do not be honest with me I am no one in your world But for my love of you I tell you now Be honest with yourself And call to your God to Give you the courage to be who you are For you must know That this is who he wants you to be You must know this I have heard it spoken from your mouth Even if it was unclear to you If only I could whisper in your ear Each night before sleep takes you I would say Be honest with yourself And it will all become clear
Obsession stems from frustration And when I read this in my book Sense came to me And I found something better than before Obsession stems from knowing how things should be And living among how they are not In trying to accept the misshapen detail And looking for a way to function Among the discordant harmonies Nature did not intend Obsession stems from a longing To change the mediocrity of existence Seeing the answers presenting themselves so clearly In the love of the souls around us But not matching The outward deeds of the others we call friends Obsession stems from the undeniable need to alter All the stories passed down from our fathers before In a vain attempt to influence And oppress our facility To choose our own thoughts To listen to our inner voice Who answers in solitude With grace and love Obsession stems from the unwavering fear of losing That which makes perfect sense Among our communion With all the saints and sinners Obsession stems from self As long as there are tops and turves in this way Obsession is And obsession will always be.
Do not come too close For fear you might see me I want you to swaddle me in new clothes And allow me freedom To act out my deepest desires I do not have the courage to undertake. In these scenes I create and control I will make you laugh I will make you smile and feel good I will leave a lasting impression Yes you will think of me But do not come too close For then I will push you away I want you to submerge me in compliment And feed my need I cannot do without your adoration It is my sustenance Devote yourself to me I am irresistible to you My form absolute, unquestionable But do not come too close Be careful what you say For I dictate the direction of our exchange Worship me in your female form Hold me in high esteem Revere and glorify me Venerate and honour my intellect My compassion and goodness My humour abundant in its brilliance Idolize what I show to you What I present in my harem of lust But do not come too close For then I will push you away
What of the man who wishes for the desire to hate Or the man who does not wish to feel What of the man who is not sensitive to another’s pain And knows only how to conceal What he truly is And what he truly feels And lives in such a way That they become his false ideals And he forgets what once he was For this is his purpose is it not To become what he can never be But still he’ll try and cast out that Which might expose his pretence, seen That he is not the laughing clown Who can keep all things together And wear a golden crown That attracts many admirers Women taken by a smile This man who has so many words And knows how to beguile What of the man who is shown how he behaves By another just like him And he does not want for her to know And he will not allow her in Obsessed by hate But buried deep And if those thoughts allowed to move Into the recesses of his soul He will lose all that he has proved He will surrender his control And pretence will fall away Colours will cease to brighten Enter demons of the day And everything he knows In this life that he has built The people that are in it Will gently start to wilt What of this man who hurts another To protect everything he owns This man is lost but to himself His lies now set in stone
You do not know me You know only what you perceive Through fear, and ignorance of thought You see only in the darkness And find the missing piece of jigsaw To complete the puzzle upon which you work The shade is not quite right But you make it fit For you are tired of searching And now you must rest You do not know me You know only what you have learned Through devotion and prayer You are steeped in goodness I found much refuge there You see everything and nothing at all You paint upon a blank wall The same picture time and time again There is comfort in the known There is a safety there And I do not belong To your simple scenes of kindness and love I sit with my back to you all I hear you mute yourself, your shame No voice to speak And I who stand and have spoken I fall and weep
I crumble under your words I feel it coming to me again The pattern had changed But I could see you falling into the folds My tears meant nothing You knew not of them Words back and forth But no eyes to reveal the truth Betraying touch prevented you From looking directly at me And I am left to suffer your desires I think of you often My heart sighs & tires Of a loss that never seems to end Oh that you found your way to me And shed your shame & guilt Let us eat and be merry Find laughter in nonsense professed Let us move in silence towards friendship And trust and nothing less