Martin Lee Stephenson Weblog

Skin...the same feeling,
no more,
no healing.
eyes...don't always decieve
the truth inside
hard to believe
I know, I ... need more
but just for this night,
we can have it all,
before our colours fade...

when daylight comes
we may not know
each other
when daylight comes

words, we say
we say golden lies of endless time
"take me for the bitch I am"
looked deeper
look deeper

when daylight comes
we may not know
each other
when daylight comes...


written M Lee Stephenson/F Rochelle

SPOONCURVE "Rivers run dry"- are friends symmetric

Fantasy ends
lost and alone
so cold,
the bitterness I feel
love is so real
oh, for just a day
I never wanted it this way

life is so, oh so, oh so,
so may tears
all my fears, all my fears,
you could have swept them all away
oh, for just a day
I never wanted it this way

never a moment, never a moment...
I don't think of you, think of you, and,
I detest what I've become...and...
all the things that I've done
all the things that I've done
oh, for just a day
I never wanted it this way

rivers run dry
people pass by...

Hurt me, I'm yours

Your dirty looks
I kinda like your feel
the way you speak
is so unreal
your birthsign
doesn't do you any wrong
shouldn't be like this, but,
I blame it on the blond

hurt me, I'm yours

your beck and call
so fanciful
if you push
maybe,I'll pull
at your whim and pleasure
your delight
I better wash my hands
so the nails shine bright

hurt me, I'm yours

give me cold fever, honey
give me, those razor eyes
say you'll never leave me
because I love your lies
skinless dreams of angels
my list is far too long
reason melts, but
I must be strong

hurt me, hurt me, I'm yours.

SPOONCURVE "candlewax"-are friends symmetric

she shivers alone
no one around
counts the hours,
in candlewax drops
the days go by, nights draw in,
memories,
of softest sin
breathes a sigh "why oh why, was it me? was it him?"
the silken lie


streets of jasper call her name
in candlewax drops
dizzy heights, full stops.
candlewax drops


so harmless, before the curtains drawn....

More opium, Mr. Benn?

Recording my Sifu, John Hine on Thursday.

Allah, salama rajaa'an.

feel like energy

writhing in this shell

looking in

slightly

looking out

thinking

out