Too Many Sounds.

Too many sounds,
Too little to hear.
Happiness a 3 part disharmony.
My road will be the low,
stepping slowly in soft tones.

Too many sounds,
Too thoughtful to hear.
The World is static buzzing about me.
My spectrum will be known,
a life lived in baritone.

Too many sounds,
Too fickle to hear.
Raging against human homogony.
My intention is to clone,
reap myself from what I've sown.

Too many sounds,
Too brittle to hear.
Competing as the crucial contrary.
My heart and soul laid out prone,
unlike any you've ever known.

So many sounds,
too fickle to hear.
Can I get a little quiet please?

Sirens.

Don't think I can't see you,
sitting on the rocks,
stringing me along with your Siren song.
A promise of clear blue skies.
The promise of my demise.
Desire, the devil, the angel,
the ponies tied to each arm.

It's like I can feel you,
pointing to your docks,
looping like lassoos that feel owt but wrong.
A dream of clamour 'tween your thighs.
The dream of love in disguise?
Desire, the hopeless, less the hope,
the noose tied around my throat.

It's like I can hear you,
thinking of our clocks,
ticking us along urging us to stay strong.
A game of play ends exchanging sighs.
The game of love lost the lies.
Desire, the destroyer, creator,
the handcuffs round our wrists.

Don't think I can't see you,
sitting on the rocks,
stringing us along with your Siren song.
A promise of clear blue skies.
The promise of our demise.
Desire, the devil, the angel,
the ponies guide me from harm.

Once more, unto the breach.
Dear deer.
Once more.
I will fill your heart with my English head.
As modest stillness and humility.
I will imitate the action of the tiger.
A lion.
Float on.
You and me, on we will float.
You and me, we're in the same boat.