A relentless pounding beat

Herad clearly in a world of conformity

A restless heart, a drum

Word Warrior

Lives in the second stares

in the whispering

disapproval emanating from dull eyes





These stares used to cut like knives

He tripped

and maintained a balance

Somewhere an angel heard

She offered him a hand and heart

Together they stand still

Wings and kisses entwined



A one man stand

Here he demands

Without singing

A barrage of mistrust and four letter words

Are spat like acid

At enemies, governments

and ignorance

Here he shines the brightest

blinding those

to afraid to break look



Here

He is the only one.



I am the Lizard King, i can do everything