The void was wider than first appeared
Bigger and deeper than he had feared
Emptiness there, was all he could see
Sick to his soul, spewing debris

Who would know, what was happening then?
It was something quite beyond my ken
If only I had known... if he had let me in
Then I might have saved him from his sin

He disappeared, then came back one day
Wanted to know, if he’d been away
I couldn’t tell him, ‘cause I didn’t know
He’s my brother, but I didn’t see him go

'Antique Mustard'
Is the colour of
bile
It's going to be
revived in
vapourous vintage
magazines of
style

I never liked it
only said it was
"Devine"
so you'd be
inclined
to behave like a
rampant dog

The pre-paint sex
was splashed
on our walls
mingled with the bile
secretion

It's a primative pleasure
to look at the walls
and secretly want to
smell
them

The protoplanetary disc
would make a man.
Organics there assumed a risk
and life began.
In alkali of nascent rain
new RNA had much to gain
and much to lose with lofty plan
to make a man.

The chemoautotrophic bisque
unhurried span
abundant seas now teeming brisk
with microbe clan.
And bathed in this interior~
The Universal Ancestor
shaped carbon as an artisan
to make a man.

Bisque; a rich soup (French)
As for the rest of it~ Google!

Hope is gone,
Dreams are dead,
Angry words were the last said,

You slammed your door,
You sped away,
My heart swore to me you’d stay,

It was just a fight,
We both had lied,
But I let it touch my foolish pride,

You wanted to forget it,
To just move on,
God I wish I had now that you’re gone,

Tears stream down my face,
As I cry your name,
I didn’t realize I could feel this much shame,