Sheap-skate
Salvation army petshop
Is opening it doors
Taking in the strays
Take away my innermost
Till I am run dry
Lying on the asphalt
And smiling at the
Twinkling heights
All over life inside
As the ground kisses
Plastic wheels
In the grinding of time.
Friday, July 30, 2004
Forced Aquiescance
Suicide aveneu
Outside my appartment
Appart from any obligations
Life is never repeating
Some things are only done once
And you can't look back
The mirror stares harder some mornings
And some mornings I break.
The frost it settles
Down on my lawn
A crystal sheet
To hide yesterday
Till the sun comes up
And washes us away
Suicide aveneu
Outside my appartment
Appart from any obligations
Life is never repeating
Some things are only done once
And you can't look back
The mirror stares harder some mornings
And some mornings I break.
The frost it settles
Down on my lawn
A crystal sheet
To hide yesterday
Till the sun comes up
And washes us away
Monday, July 26, 2004
Ready as I'll Ever Be.
Train station
Leaving fast
Vacation
Have a blast
Times running
Out so long
As I'm standing
Holding on
To the rail.
Jump-roping
For your heart
Skip-lightly
Make a start
Eyes forwards
Thoughts behind
You'll be alright
So never mind
The back-trail.
Spin-talking
On a break
Tires squealing
Through the day
Screams starting
To remain
Etched silent
In my brain
I have failed.
Train station
Leaving fast
Vacation
Have a blast
Times running
Out so long
As I'm standing
Holding on
To the rail.
Jump-roping
For your heart
Skip-lightly
Make a start
Eyes forwards
Thoughts behind
You'll be alright
So never mind
The back-trail.
Spin-talking
On a break
Tires squealing
Through the day
Screams starting
To remain
Etched silent
In my brain
I have failed.
Saturday, July 24, 2004
A Pim About Love
llama I have you,
llama I want you
to come over here
and sing our song
llama I have to
llama, I need now
to go over hill
and find what we’ve lost
(and sinking slowly)
llama you are me
llama cant you see
llama I am lost
without your pretty face
llama it is true
llama I need you
llama you can do
nothing wrong for me
all that I can see
is your beautiful face
and so it appears
I cant, hide the tears
they bleed from my eyes
in saddened streams
and what have I done?
I can’t see the sun
this planet I am on
is bereft of you!
(and sinking slowly)
llama you are me
llama cant you see
llama I am lost
without your pretty face
llama it is true
llama I need you
llama you can do
nothing wrong for me
all that I can see
is your beautiful face
llama I have you,
llama I want you
to come over here
and sing our song
llama I have to
llama, I need now
to go over hill
and find what we’ve lost
(and sinking slowly)
llama you are me
llama cant you see
llama I am lost
without your pretty face
llama it is true
llama I need you
llama you can do
nothing wrong for me
all that I can see
is your beautiful face
and so it appears
I cant, hide the tears
they bleed from my eyes
in saddened streams
and what have I done?
I can’t see the sun
this planet I am on
is bereft of you!
(and sinking slowly)
llama you are me
llama cant you see
llama I am lost
without your pretty face
llama it is true
llama I need you
llama you can do
nothing wrong for me
all that I can see
is your beautiful face
Wednesday, July 21, 2004
Ralph and the Underdog
Oh, its a jello-teen world
With a trampoline spotlight
Singing down to us in love
Will we ever look above
The sedimentary ordinary?
Oligo-personalities
Caroom every-which-way
Like the sheep said to the zebra
"Why the long face?"
And the cheesy mexican buffet
Idled past on the way to the corner
Beside the beef side
Where the apple trees lie
And cover their dealings
In an ocean of rye
Grass blossoming to the horisons
Taking the smell of a half-baked idea
And thrusting it under the pent-up
Nostrels of an overbearing syllibance
"Dance monkey, dance!"
Cry the flippant-naysayers
Decrying their own special justice
For a meager half-price.
"Will we dance or won't we?"
Meandering the hobnobbing
Hairbrained tortise
And smiling all the while.
Oh, its a jello-teen world
With a trampoline spotlight
Singing down to us in love
Will we ever look above
The sedimentary ordinary?
Oligo-personalities
Caroom every-which-way
Like the sheep said to the zebra
"Why the long face?"
And the cheesy mexican buffet
Idled past on the way to the corner
Beside the beef side
Where the apple trees lie
And cover their dealings
In an ocean of rye
Grass blossoming to the horisons
Taking the smell of a half-baked idea
And thrusting it under the pent-up
Nostrels of an overbearing syllibance
"Dance monkey, dance!"
Cry the flippant-naysayers
Decrying their own special justice
For a meager half-price.
"Will we dance or won't we?"
Meandering the hobnobbing
Hairbrained tortise
And smiling all the while.
Rodregez Rodregez Rodregez Smith
It is easy to fall apart
When you are balancing chairs
And the day is shining bright
On the lawn outside
Shaking out a laughter bout
With incumbant friends
And the girl next door
Eying up the linoleum
We should take a break
Today as I say that way
We'll be lost in a jungle
Beneath furniture tumble
It is easy to fall apart
When you are balancing chairs
And the day is shining bright
On the lawn outside
Shaking out a laughter bout
With incumbant friends
And the girl next door
Eying up the linoleum
We should take a break
Today as I say that way
We'll be lost in a jungle
Beneath furniture tumble
Tuesday, July 20, 2004
Popcorn
Silence, and the movie rolled
The credits sank through the floor
And the lights gently dimmed
Simmering into soft darkness
She sat there beside me
Interposing beauty
On the refurbished furniture
Breathing quiet anticipation.
Butter coated, golden toasted
Dyed wood pulp bag ensconsed
Apportioned abundance
Of delicately posed sylvan figure.
Connects our cushioned seats
Screenplay dances ever onwards
Eyes never leave the sparkling screen
Except occasional glances
At eyes that shimmer crystalline
And a laugh as pure as the rain.
Ending credits waterfall
And I'm begging time to freeze
As this moment dissolves in my grasp
And the ubiquitous breeze
Of change relegates it to memory
Of butter coated, golden toasted
Dyed wood pulp bag ensconsed
Apportioned abundance
Of delicately posed sylvan figure.
That joined our cushioned seats.
Silence, and the movie rolled
The credits sank through the floor
And the lights gently dimmed
Simmering into soft darkness
She sat there beside me
Interposing beauty
On the refurbished furniture
Breathing quiet anticipation.
Butter coated, golden toasted
Dyed wood pulp bag ensconsed
Apportioned abundance
Of delicately posed sylvan figure.
Connects our cushioned seats
Screenplay dances ever onwards
Eyes never leave the sparkling screen
Except occasional glances
At eyes that shimmer crystalline
And a laugh as pure as the rain.
Ending credits waterfall
And I'm begging time to freeze
As this moment dissolves in my grasp
And the ubiquitous breeze
Of change relegates it to memory
Of butter coated, golden toasted
Dyed wood pulp bag ensconsed
Apportioned abundance
Of delicately posed sylvan figure.
That joined our cushioned seats.
Monday, July 19, 2004
Drunken Monkey
Jumping tiger
Breaks another
Find yourself sitting
With your brother
And you're happy.
Flinging dirt
At angry shirts
That shout so loud
It really hurts
To see them.
Jumping down
To china town
You find the gutter
All your own
To lie in.
And you'll be given time
To make something of yourself
And you can join the dance
As we parade around the floor
Evermore.
Drinking up
The empty cup
Craving for more
Till you throw up
Unconsceous.
Jumping tiger
Breaks another
Find yourself sitting
With your brother
And you're happy.
Flinging dirt
At angry shirts
That shout so loud
It really hurts
To see them.
Jumping down
To china town
You find the gutter
All your own
To lie in.
And you'll be given time
To make something of yourself
And you can join the dance
As we parade around the floor
Evermore.
Drinking up
The empty cup
Craving for more
Till you throw up
Unconsceous.
Saturday, July 17, 2004
Eliza Minnelle
Wander by the streamlets
And the paths that meander
Haphazard across the tilled
Earth and gently waving
Crests of barley and wheat.
You shall spy the chilled
Heat of summer swooping
Down from the sky to beat
Upon your brow. Thrilled
With the breeze gently hooping
Through the auburn trees
And frollicksome sheep
As they graze away their days.
But you will not find her there.
Take to the mountains
Grasping hands of the earth
Straining ever heavenwards
Sweating with snow
Covered crown of splendor
Shining in the autumn drawn
Illumination. A diffuse glow
And drawing minds to wonder
At the lofty mistique borne
On the howling winds that blow
And sing to the hilltops yonder
With hollow voice and mellow
Tone so as to placate
The peaks in the absense of her.
Into the borrough
And the quaint fishing town
Life flowing like treacle
Like the lifeblood of trees
As the seas rage against
The sandstone steepled
By endless agression. To see
Such a silent testiment
A eddying current of people
File past, just to be
Muted in wonderment
Children against the frosted
Distant sky skudding above
Reaching down. And she is not here.
To the buds of dawn
And the blossoming laughter
Of life in its first wobbly steps
Wide-eyed, terrified,
Joy and sapient vigor
And rich colours laid to rest
Awaken to delight the eyes
Look to the flowers in splendor
Striving ever to glow the best
And sweet perfume flies
The senses to dumfound with candor
And musical laughter
Like the gurgling of the brook
You turn, and she is there.
Wander by the streamlets
And the paths that meander
Haphazard across the tilled
Earth and gently waving
Crests of barley and wheat.
You shall spy the chilled
Heat of summer swooping
Down from the sky to beat
Upon your brow. Thrilled
With the breeze gently hooping
Through the auburn trees
And frollicksome sheep
As they graze away their days.
But you will not find her there.
Take to the mountains
Grasping hands of the earth
Straining ever heavenwards
Sweating with snow
Covered crown of splendor
Shining in the autumn drawn
Illumination. A diffuse glow
And drawing minds to wonder
At the lofty mistique borne
On the howling winds that blow
And sing to the hilltops yonder
With hollow voice and mellow
Tone so as to placate
The peaks in the absense of her.
Into the borrough
And the quaint fishing town
Life flowing like treacle
Like the lifeblood of trees
As the seas rage against
The sandstone steepled
By endless agression. To see
Such a silent testiment
A eddying current of people
File past, just to be
Muted in wonderment
Children against the frosted
Distant sky skudding above
Reaching down. And she is not here.
To the buds of dawn
And the blossoming laughter
Of life in its first wobbly steps
Wide-eyed, terrified,
Joy and sapient vigor
And rich colours laid to rest
Awaken to delight the eyes
Look to the flowers in splendor
Striving ever to glow the best
And sweet perfume flies
The senses to dumfound with candor
And musical laughter
Like the gurgling of the brook
You turn, and she is there.
Sunday, July 11, 2004
Take Me Like the Finish
The trees and their eyes in yellowed surprise They sparkle and dazzle and delicately fly.
I wander the path, that I’ve never seen before, I am knowing the way, back to the door
To the step where you left me, to find something more, than a Nile of tears that has run itself dry
The grass and the birds seem to vibrate with life, and the waterfall sings as I’m passing it by, the sky sapphire blue, has a harmonic hue, yet the tension inside can be sliced with a knife.
Like a doorstop in front of an oncoming train I’m so unprepared for a life in the rain
Where the world seems so hollow, despite how it appears, and everything’s perishing into flame.
Ill build a house of bricks, and lollypop-sticks in the hope you’ll come visit, when its time to warm the house. When the echo’s of life out-of-doors, will find its way out.
Deceased man’s slumber, on a storm tossed ship. Motionless, calm, as the crewmembers swarm, up ropes and overboard. There’s a smile etched on his face when the planking-boards rip.
And so endless sorrows are passing me by, like the waterfall not long ago inside my mind’s eye, sitting on the mailbox, waiting till the man comes, to re-attach me to the sapphire sky, the trees and their eyes in yellowed surprise, will witness my passing in smooth, graceful flight.
The trees and their eyes in yellowed surprise They sparkle and dazzle and delicately fly.
I wander the path, that I’ve never seen before, I am knowing the way, back to the door
To the step where you left me, to find something more, than a Nile of tears that has run itself dry
The grass and the birds seem to vibrate with life, and the waterfall sings as I’m passing it by, the sky sapphire blue, has a harmonic hue, yet the tension inside can be sliced with a knife.
Like a doorstop in front of an oncoming train I’m so unprepared for a life in the rain
Where the world seems so hollow, despite how it appears, and everything’s perishing into flame.
Ill build a house of bricks, and lollypop-sticks in the hope you’ll come visit, when its time to warm the house. When the echo’s of life out-of-doors, will find its way out.
Deceased man’s slumber, on a storm tossed ship. Motionless, calm, as the crewmembers swarm, up ropes and overboard. There’s a smile etched on his face when the planking-boards rip.
And so endless sorrows are passing me by, like the waterfall not long ago inside my mind’s eye, sitting on the mailbox, waiting till the man comes, to re-attach me to the sapphire sky, the trees and their eyes in yellowed surprise, will witness my passing in smooth, graceful flight.
Leather Jacket
Carefree caressing the nameless denial,
That quenches the soul with demon spawned bile
Epitome of hateful and lusting regret,
To seldom forgive and never forget,
Stolen dreams ride on waves of dead pleasure,
Love gone so long that it is barely remembered
But still live continues as it has as of yore,
Trials and errors to be brought before,
Humanities judges, corrupted old fools
Decrepit, despising desirous of the jewels
Of power they cling to with an inhuman grasp
Till life falls away, and death comes atlast.
To take all they lived for and turn it to nothing.
Fearful and hateful, in their own emotions drowning
Spitefully struggling and causing a riot,
Till they are all dragged down, and everything’s quiet.
Carefree caressing the nameless denial,
That quenches the soul with demon spawned bile
Epitome of hateful and lusting regret,
To seldom forgive and never forget,
Stolen dreams ride on waves of dead pleasure,
Love gone so long that it is barely remembered
But still live continues as it has as of yore,
Trials and errors to be brought before,
Humanities judges, corrupted old fools
Decrepit, despising desirous of the jewels
Of power they cling to with an inhuman grasp
Till life falls away, and death comes atlast.
To take all they lived for and turn it to nothing.
Fearful and hateful, in their own emotions drowning
Spitefully struggling and causing a riot,
Till they are all dragged down, and everything’s quiet.
Monday, July 05, 2004
Fanciful Free
"Let the children sing"
Cried the charioteer
Careening through the sands
Past the marking pier
Laughing like a hyena
He gripped the reigns
In battle-scarred claws
Blood-screaming veins
Protruded from his arms
As they flailed his steads
Through another turn
And into the lead.
The chariots behind
Collapsed into maelstrum
As if by design
Tuned to the drum-
Beat of the hooves
Round the stadium track
Perfectly timed moves
Cheers at his back
Another victory
For his tally
And another race to forget
For his opponents
Though they tried their best
They are no match
For the greatest
Stadium charioteer
For two hundred years.
Maybe I'll do the prequel tomorrow
"Let the children sing"
Cried the charioteer
Careening through the sands
Past the marking pier
Laughing like a hyena
He gripped the reigns
In battle-scarred claws
Blood-screaming veins
Protruded from his arms
As they flailed his steads
Through another turn
And into the lead.
The chariots behind
Collapsed into maelstrum
As if by design
Tuned to the drum-
Beat of the hooves
Round the stadium track
Perfectly timed moves
Cheers at his back
Another victory
For his tally
And another race to forget
For his opponents
Though they tried their best
They are no match
For the greatest
Stadium charioteer
For two hundred years.
Maybe I'll do the prequel tomorrow
Four Walls and a Window
Aesthetically
The world is as it should be
As you flow into the room
Your eyes catch the light
And you are gone to soon.
Pathetically
Only gaping and staring
Silent and nervous
Of the world around
Completely oblivious
Telepathically
Crying out to you
As though to force
You to stay another moment
To enjoy your presence.
Cynically
Hiding in a hole
A third-person personality
As though it never mattered
When it always has to me.
Aesthetically
The world is as it should be
As you flow into the room
Your eyes catch the light
And you are gone to soon.
Pathetically
Only gaping and staring
Silent and nervous
Of the world around
Completely oblivious
Telepathically
Crying out to you
As though to force
You to stay another moment
To enjoy your presence.
Cynically
Hiding in a hole
A third-person personality
As though it never mattered
When it always has to me.
Sad Song in a Minor Key
Appostraphy
Looking down at me
From skyward heights
While here below
Young and old
Belt out tunes
On a highwire.
Asterix
What did I miss?
Were you at the show
Where we reigned, I know
You were lovesick
And missed the trick
When you got into your flow
Adjoining word
Have you heard
The kerfufel downtown
As the Saint Swithen's Day clown
Has broken his skull
Like an appocalypse gull
Flown down from the clouds.
Full stop
It's time to drop
And strike for
Equality The door
Lies open to us
The consumer race
And to hell with the poor.
Appostraphy
Looking down at me
From skyward heights
While here below
Young and old
Belt out tunes
On a highwire.
Asterix
What did I miss?
Were you at the show
Where we reigned, I know
You were lovesick
And missed the trick
When you got into your flow
Adjoining word
Have you heard
The kerfufel downtown
As the Saint Swithen's Day clown
Has broken his skull
Like an appocalypse gull
Flown down from the clouds.
Full stop
It's time to drop
And strike for
Equality The door
Lies open to us
The consumer race
And to hell with the poor.
Friday, July 02, 2004
Always Troubled
Are you in love?
It's hard to say
I'll take my olive branch
And fly away.
With promises
You left undone
Why did you take it for granted?
Now it's gone.
Were you awake
When the sky bloomed?
Have you taken a plane to heaven
And returned so soon?
Rollercoaster rides
Taking our money
Cause we're inside
Rollercoaster rides
Takes all our money
And our insides.
You'll find a tree
In jungle mess
It will show you all the visions
That you left
Behind the door
At the corner store
How did you not even notice
What you're looking for?
And in that grove
You'll start to sing
The sun beaming down from heaven
Forgiving everything.
Even rollercoaster rides
Roller coaster rides
Taking our money
We step inside
Takes all our money
And our insides.
It's always funny
From the inside
It's time for running
Cause you're inside.
Are you in love?
It's hard to say
I'll take my olive branch
And fly away.
With promises
You left undone
Why did you take it for granted?
Now it's gone.
Were you awake
When the sky bloomed?
Have you taken a plane to heaven
And returned so soon?
Rollercoaster rides
Taking our money
Cause we're inside
Rollercoaster rides
Takes all our money
And our insides.
You'll find a tree
In jungle mess
It will show you all the visions
That you left
Behind the door
At the corner store
How did you not even notice
What you're looking for?
And in that grove
You'll start to sing
The sun beaming down from heaven
Forgiving everything.
Even rollercoaster rides
Roller coaster rides
Taking our money
We step inside
Takes all our money
And our insides.
It's always funny
From the inside
It's time for running
Cause you're inside.