We were sitting on the rocks
The Mer and I
Side by side
Watching the sky
She was dressed like another
And I was holding a picture
Of a pretty Indonesian
M had a question
Who is she?
Looked into her eyes and said history
Good she said, you belong to me
As she threw the picture away
This is her night day
Touched my face
And I fell asleep
In the arms of my Mer 
On some rocky place

We argued yesterday
She wanted to leave
Angered by an old scent on my sleeve
Something of a shock
Had to pull my focus back
It's a burden
The insulation
The price you pay
It's a burden 
The isolation
To walk this way
I revel in it
Can't even fathom
Surrendering the key
For any one woman

There are good days
And bad days
And days in between
I'm in love with love
But not bounded by love
If it seems to be covered in velvet
Appearances notwithstanding
I still covet my iron glove
As the darkness approaches
I'm obsessed by one particular scene
Millions of years of history
And a particular gene
Love is a blessing and a curse
Love is nice
But the mission comes first
And second and third
It's a burden for some
The power of the word

It's inspiration
Perspiration
Destruction
Motivation
Envy
Jealousy
Ecstasy
Misery
Death
And
Regret
For all species
Big and small
But,
Love isn't all

Not up in here...

Sitting on the rocks
In a dream
With my Queen
Watching the sky
A book in my head
Blood in my eye

In the shadow of Hades and Chance
MaC
He's ready to dance

Love isn't all


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