Before the me-game came to make insane
There was you, two ways made same, laid in lines to collide, drive
Not to divide, make asides, astride in competitive races
You now, the opponent, you set me in mind, the kind of conception that’s about sides
You’re making for the line, to finish before, to draw it between us as permanent
We two, twined, tangled, twisted into unity, fashioned, forged, framed
Trimmed, primed to prose-like praise of the thing marked as Divinely formed
Strings thronged together, with
beads that are seeds of our love
Deeds of eyes that meet, that sit on seats stitched by sacrifice sweet, swiftly inspired
Ignited as fire, aflame, glowing brightly for us to see, to enjoy, to be warmed by
They’re doused, by aroused rains seeded by clouds of discord
They’re gone, done away with, replaced by gaping spaces and frowning faces
And by ambitious, broken hearts

Its the turn into yourself, inwards, inroads into the soul carved out
Marked out, shutting me out, cutting me off, making me mad, marring my dreams
Making memories nightmares, when they stick their barbs, sharp stiffened stilts jutting out
Sticking through from pierced soul, up pointing, wanting nothing
Wanting, not for the times when our names meant mimes from clans, perhaps claps for great wishes, riches
No, speaking, yes, for wounds, brooding, breeding lethal brands of thought, bad blood
Because you found a name you’d rather keep, than keep me close to you

Forget the thing that stings our skins, that hangs on our sleeves, as irritant
Forget the self that serves to stop surrender to the loving other
Forget the aim to raise shoulders for pomp, plump up for vain aplomb
Forget death, the void within you find with the mist that’s self actualization
Let the myth die, live life with us, your beloved,
Let life be fly, soaring sacrifice of each one for everyone of us
Let us be true, let love rule, let our name be “all one for Him”.

Flames
The office block’s swarming with us, we’re into session, we’re working on figures
Things
They’re the bosses, they tell us to break courses, those we’ve ridden thus far
Dreams
I’m in the dock on this one, living large, but bugged by looming detour, recourse to blurs
Wigs
We must cover up, be clowns, be circus dons, dunces to diabolical deeds, collective thieves
Ashes
Let them burn, the lies they try to style, strategize about saying, making mean mines
Even if it means my dreams and things burn to ashes

Real
They drew me in, circled about my way, cut me out
Tight spot
They put me on the podium, played the prank, told me to choose between being chaste, and its loss in a haste
Worst cost
They set their eyes on me, watched for the roses to rot, lest they detest and unfriend me
I stuck to it, shooed him off, fixed my eyes on Him
Loss
They labelled me fool, fanatic, fashionless, left me friendless
I’ll stay firm, even if the real cost is the loss of all my company

Pride
Where there’s much, shoulders may rise high, heads may blow wide
Hyped
The busts of me are cut, praise of me is sang, I struggle to keep my show hung
Low
The noise gains momentum, calls for me to come off that race, to cause my wheels to come off
Remain
I’ll just remember my bones and a broad street beggar’s aren’t dissimilar
Unchanged
They’ll call, kick, curse for more of me, but less of me and more of Him I’ll be, give
Show

You will never run from the battlefield
The soldier will stand his ground, advance with trumpet’s sound
Surfing as held, firm and free through battering sea waves, never wavering
Fear may rise to sink us, sap us clean of resolve, make us revolve around silly temporal precepts
We’ll stay the course, we’ll win the war, we’ll sing the victory song
For to us has been given this great grace
This grace we have, to cycle over fire.