Invocation

i am a lie, a mirror, a blank
canvas at your hands, you make me
try and be, you or your wont
i change, for i know no better,
moulded, muddled by the hour, i lose.
i unconsciously fail your conscious
deed, kind and principle
none i own, yet i worship
i please, for there is no me
everything, everyone you are
what i am, what i am not

Freely Bound

these are the lines
the lines you dont see but
i am drawn, strewn, bound.

these are the lines
they hold me together
guide my chaos, restrain my peace.

these are the lines
mad, mythical and mystical
humour, these lines define me.

these are the lines
the lines you dont see but
they liberate me, i break them free.