Living in a hole
In the ground
Make no sound
But the slap slap slap
Of the soles of my feet
On the subteranian street

Want to pop in
For a quick catchup
And maybe a steaming cup
Of freshly brewed tea
Gunning for frendship anew
As we relax and sip the brew.

She speaks to me
Through extended silences.

The sunshine
Fairly reeks
Of contentment
How are things
Your end of the universe?

With this ring
On my finger
Shining silver
I bequethe happiness
To all and sundry.

If you spend all your time avoiding the cracks, you'll fall into a hole.

In a hole
A dark deep hole
Lives the other side of me

In the light
So shining bright
Is where it wants to be

Lean on with a smile
You thought you packed it
May days ago, You try
Before the numbers pass you by
You hold the ticket
And call out to the stars.

Leaving with a smile
It's such a sad, somnenablance
Holding conversations with your phone
Atleast you aren't going on alone
You ride the airways
King of the sky.

And he built me a chamber
Of frozen bone
A lightless prison crouched
Before his throne
I cried myself to dreams
Of icy regret
Strengthless, the punishment
Was already set

Fool is the man who with his musings
Is taken by paths of his own choosings
A wandering mind is a perilous thing
When wandering the halls of the Goblin King

These thoughts
Make for
Unhappy Company

Morningtides
Sailing to
The open seas
And clutch
At straws
Beneath
A blanket
Of stars.

In the silence of the mind
Her crying little fingers
Etched their way inside my memory
It was the tearstained shutters blinding
Her to the joyfulness of spring
To the life sprouting just for her to see.

My Wandering Days are Over

The quiet kid in the backmost seat
He speaks his mind, he voices all
We are underneath his thrall
My wandering days are over.

It's not an act of supreme will
He hasn't broken down the walls
The storm has passed
My wandering days are over.

I am scared to think that in less than 15 hours, I shall have nothing more to do in my university undergraduate career than fix the errors in the dissertation. Who stole my 4 years of university bliss?

I don't want to wander
From the marked path
But your pregnant silence
Makes me wonder
If there's anything
For me out there.

Alphabetical
Spell my name
In the sand
I stand
Heart aflame
Dirigible
Carry me
Higher and higher
Till the setting sky
I see.

A tired smile
For a worn-out joke
A world afloat
On a little rowboat
And sheets of cotton
For dreams

Bold Slubbergudgeon

Quiet drunk on a one-way street
Who is it you stumble off to meet?
The zealous highwayman, the local choir
They will sing sweet music, and eye you there
Gutter man, with a guttered stare.

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Carribean Minimalist Gem

Sick of the ugly ugly. Gone for the new.

But alas, lost commenter, and counter in all likelihoods.

I dreamed a dream last night
You held me in your arms so tight.

I am getting sick of waking up at about 1-2 AM with some fair-to-mint lyrics buzzing in my head. I would write them down, but I'd have to get up, turn the light on, and puddle around for a few minutes finding appropriate equipment (my book dedicated to said purpose is seemingly never aroudn when I want it). This activity, followed by the excitment of penning muse to paper (and any additional thoughts that follow, would result in an awakened me. Sleeping time is at a premium, what with Honours Dissertation just handed in, and exams thrusting their scantily clad legs around the crumbling plaster walls of next week, I have an argument with myself, that I just cannot afford to lose the 30 minutes of sleep that musing would cost me. While this is true, and I tell myself 'I'll remember it in the morning', all I remember in the morning is 'Ill remember it in the morning'.

Stupid brain.

As such, I am hoping that it is still lodged in my brain, waiting for some other muse-filled night to reappear (hopefully with pen and paper handy and sleep not being such a valued commodity).
Dear muse, return either:
1- during daylight hours when a break from study is much-saught
OR
2- next month or later, where that great being called free time doth dwell.

Once again we recreate the good times
On our blank canvases
We are picking up the pieces
We are running round in circles.

It's not a trifle to hear you laugh
To see you cry
If you'll get to wipe
Away those tears dear
I'll see about some coffee.

Singing slow nonsense to myself
That only I can understand
Grinding my teeth to nubs
The fire that heats my blood
Is running cool ice.

Where's the lovesong? That we sung
When we were bestfriends and now
That's gone you steal the show

Sitting on a Hill Playing Guitar

Sitting in the hillside
Running the mill
The gauntlet is beside
My cup lying facedown
I'm not going downtown
Tonight.

I'm in my cave
I don't much care
If you take the rave
To my silent door
But I'll outsing you
With the wind
As backing vocals.

While Girls Look On.

Won't you come an dream with me
The streams are streaming to the sea
Don't let yourself just fall behind
Follow with your mind.

Jumping on a shuttle-bus
Through the traffic till enough
People watch you pass them by
They know that you're alive.

The timepiece calling you to go
I know I'll never see you now
Take your mask off, take a bow
So everyone can see.
(Speciality).

Farewell Sweet 20

I catch you in my open hands
But you scatter through my fingers
Sweet loss and sweeter release
Through a glass I percieve the man

Dead Man Walking

Woke up this morning
A child of grace
And I won't come back down
These wonderful people
They're all over the place
They're the wrong way round

It's a lightbulb
But it's not alone
Burning out in the city
As we light our homes
We guide them through the night
With someoneelse's light.

Cause I'm saved yeah
I'm saved
And I'm looking through
A dead man's eyes
I'm alive.

We took it all for granted
Woke up each morning
With my own legitimacy
Running all over my face
It came without warning
Now I'm a child of grace.


Cause I'm saved yeah
I'm saved
And I'm looking through
A dead man's eyes
I'm alive.

It's swimming in a drowning river
It's putting out the light
Silencing the sliver
Doubt that rocks the boat
Knowing I will go down alone
But I won't go down.

The sound of snow falling is by definition white noise.

Kiss the Heels of a Stranger

Let's disappear
Embrace the myth
Our souls shall rise again
It's real life in
The lost dungeon
And we forgot the way.

So come on now
It's not a night for crying
We're on our way again
Let's disappear
And come back later
On some other day.

We look to summer
In our winter
Our hands are full of grain
We'll lie together
Beneath this weather
And wash away the rain.

So come on now
It's not a time for crying
We'll never fall again
We'll disappear
And have no fear
We shall return again
When passes the rain.

Catch me in your hand
As I fall for you.

In the glass
Your eyes are perfect
But only shallow reflections
Of reality.

Victoria lies
In a bed of ashes
But her eyes are the heavens.

The winds
Of change blow the leaves
Till they cocoon her.

In unleavened praise
She finds her feet
And walks the untrod path.

Sweet paradise
Take these dreams
Humble servant am I
If I can but fly
I would die
Till all the streams
Are frozen in the ice
Of my loss.

It's a crush beneath the vote
Who will win and who will not
The eyes of all the country waits
Above their empty dinner plates
Will the future herald fame
Or simply turn the land to flames?
I am burning up with fright
To see the government take flight.

If you seek a brighter day
We can wipe the pain away
With a tear drop in your eye
Kiss your tirmoil goodbye.

Jump

I've got to hand it to you
With the rain crashing down
I'd thought you'd skip town
But you're made of sterner stuff

It's difficult to see through the storm
As you lie on your back in the sun
Does it feel like you've lost someone
Like you lost yourself when it really mattered.

So catch the wind and jump
If you'll only try
Next time your number's coming up
And you will fly, and you will fly.

You hurt like you're losing an arm
And your mind when you stop to think
In deeper waters than any drink
And the waves are calling you.

So catch the wind and jump
If you'll only try
Next time your number's coming up
And you will fly, and you will fly.

Tip the silted window to the past
Inside her mind, the jury's out
Where juggling acts close at the last
Her ermine sensibilities to tout.

In the yoghurt trail
The swaggering fox
Beheld truths and falsehoods
Hidden beneath creamy textures.

Clip infinitesimal fantasies
The winged wombat waddles
Bequeathed a grove of trees
To the singing stars above.

Her ermine phantom
Planted populous polygamists
Between the swift hedges
To spread like peanut butter.

(The bitter bantering bandit
Bolted beautifully, broadly boothwards,
Bypassing brilliant botanists basking
Beneath brill-cream blast)

Happiness dangles
By a silvered thread
I'd catch the cold
You send to me
It'd go straight to my head.

I climb the hill
And turn to the city streets
We all look so far away
Through the city night lights
I just follow my feet

Down the forest path
It's really plain to see
That we are all together
When we turn toward each other
And flee.

Cry for me sweet sunrise

In this world of make believe
Hold the truth in your palm

Uncle drive us home
We've driven so long
We no longer know
The lay of the road
As it lies at our feet
Where the past, present
And future meet
Why the gravel stretch
Reaches on and on
Take us home
We won't make it alone
We just can't go on.

She seasawed through
Our preconceptions
We thought we'd found a
Live wire
Atomic bomb
We were so wrong
She's no cosmic flare
But the noon day sun.

I want to fly in a dirigible
It's got not wings and that's the trouble
I'll do it with my stunting double
Shave these hills right down to stubble
Why we'll be the grandest kings
Upon this sea, of blue so fair
We'll trim our hair, So from the ground
Will come the sound Of people crying
"Why look up there! The kings of the air
In their dirigible fair, And magnificent hair
And a certain flair, For illbeggotten dangers
They ain't no strangers, Why if I had my say
They'd come and eat with us today!"

That, friend is what we'd do
We'd fly ourselfs so straight and true
To homes we'd be invited to
And feast till we could fest no more
And gullets full we'd take the door
And to the skies we'd fly so high
It'd make you grandly wonder why
We'd never fall from our heavnly throne
So far above, aloof, alone
But we'd never be alone, no sir.
We, the monarchs of the air
The finest sirs to accend the stair
On the finest beast there ever where
Our mighty dirigible
But, that amidst the happy drivell
Of my old man's dream
That's the capricous cream
The jack-knife in my hand
For as I've been lead to understand
Their ain't no beast within this land
That fair befits such airborne kings
So tis a sad and tearfull thing,
That the dirigible
Has saved me all the trouble
By simply not existing.

Initiate our freedom run
I want to catch the rising sun
I'll do it all before it's done.

Synicism becomes you not
There's no use crying when we're lost
................

Hold to the law with all your mind
It'll drag you down and rough you up
But you won't walk blind

To look into the mirror and see God,
Or to see what we have done with His image?

Children of the Nile.

The god in the sun
Rains dry death
We crouch before
The river of life.
To sever our feeble cords
We need but fall
And be swept away
To where life and death meet.

I am feeling all over-inflated with self pride at my depth and insightfullness for thinking of the statement (hopefully not from the 'plagiarising center' of my brain):

Couples grow apart when they do not grow together.



Catch the pun. It's a slippery one I'm told. My flatmate missed it. If you think it is a truism, you miss the deeper meaning. Honest. It's there and it's deep.


On a down side, I have been sick all weekend and am going to see the doctor tomorrow. Reminder to self - appointment at 9:15 AM.

In Sickness and in Health.

Through the fog of dreams
Is the soft hum of the telephone
I'd reach through stars to get it
But my legs are no more real
Than the dream cosmos.

Love these lyrics by breaking benjamin

BREAKING BENJAMIN LYRICS
"So Cold"
Crowded streets are cleared away
One by One
Hollow heroes separate
As they run

You're so cold
Keep your hand in mine
Wise men wonder while
Strong men die

[Chorus]
Show me how it ends it's alright
Show me how defenseless you really are
satisfied and empty inside
That's alright, let's give this another try
If you find your family, don't you cry
In this land of make-believe, dead and dry

You're so cold, but you feel alive
Lay your hand on me one last time

[Chorus x2]


It's alright [x9]

Decision Made:

Book of 100 of my ditties and poems and such to be arranged and assorted by the end of the year, to put the holidays to a fine use.

Prospective titles: King of the Month
Title Fight
Journey to the Diaspora

Infinatesimally Broken

Don't fear now
Home is just around the corner
Beneath the streetlamps
You are a shade short of beautiful
If you're not to scared
To decend the slopes of your high hill
I'd like to take you home now.

Brushing up
Your breaths are pools of lace
You'd never know it
To see your icy face
But you're not at home
Beneath these night sounds
I'm not an enemy
Anymore, just a shoulder to lean on.

It's not war
Just a skirmish on the border
Of alcohol and happiness
Counting down the court
At fifty hustling paces
I'm not a common criminal
For seeing you safetly back
To pools of light and friendly faces.

Commenter back up after extended drought of external input.
Huzzah!!

Treatise on the Import of Peace.

Shaped like the fields
They fly through
Missed by the lightnings
That decend from fiery sky
Wander the grassy knolls
Without ever wondering why

Fortune pricks the pastures
Teachers in the green
Beneath their summer highhats
The animals covert themselves
In tiny fodder tents
Innoccents in cells.

I think I lost myself
In a pocket of the past
Or in my other pants.

I got soul but Im not a shoulder.

The morning air is bracing
First thing after sleep
The steepled sun is raising
The day up another steep
Enbankment of another
Session at work straining
For straight A's....


The abacus
Straining the truth
Through concious thought
To the rythmic boom
Of guests in the room
Though you left your watch at home
Anihilate
All passing opposition
On the bus seat opposite
When the wheeling gulls
Pass you by one more time

It's a welcoming smile
The razor cuts
Depression
Followed down the aisle
By the cavacious
Confession
We won and lost
The last man
Was still standing
Of them all the most
I seem to miss
Was that smile
An understanding.

Lie with me a while
The road lies hard ahead
And I'd rather not see the back of you
When I can see your face instead.

These things three
A life should be
Long, and strong,
And filled with you?

Recklessly fortold the hermit wandered woodenly down.
Behold, that hermit is me.

It is purest joy
To whisper your name
In the shadows of my heart.

When I reach for the words
Nothing ever sticks
What I mean to say
Never touches lips
It's a farcry from average
But it's all I got,
Afraid, unusable, confused.


Dont you ever wish you were in a dream, but that dream was so real, you could feel all you see. Intertwined with eternity, where the silent pools dwell, you find your way slowly to a deeper well, where the air coalesces and tells you things, what has been, what is now, and what is yet to be. I'm sure if I went there I'd see your face, but would you be looking back to me or to some other place? Afraid like non-other, I'd catch whispers of the wind, encircling its way slowly to the beginning, of sorts. Is it a sport, to always feel out of place, especially when the world keeps turning at its ferocious place. Did you leave me behind or was I never there? I'm afraid to look, as though knowledge changes anything. But the wells in your eyes, still trap me every time. I cant look away, no matter how hard I try. I see you in a photo, and I can't help but smile, and wonder if you think about me every once in a while. I don't think you do, and I don't blame you, If I were in your shoes, I'd look over me too. But that's hardly the point, with my heart on this blade, that cuts me deep with addicting pain. Over distance and time, I watch you live, I could wish for courage to show what I never did. In this forest, this jungle, this cranny abode, the loading emotions do not seem to slow.

Did I hide the sun when I got too close? Were the shadows cast over by the whisp of a ghost. Of the thing that never was, but I wished it would be. As we sat by the table, enjoying the tea. The ants patrolling their dutiful course, and the Sunday sun, slowly setting, behind the iron shed. I look into your eyes, and never wonder why, I can never look away.


Would that I were a butterfly
That you would see as I fluttered by
Perhaps to a twinkle of your eye
As I flapped my wings to your delight
It's a better thing, that one short flight
Than standing helpless in the night
To die in a day, not caring why
But to see the twinkle in your eye.



Sun sets to catch
the backdrop
between the silver platters
the dewdrop
catches fire, in age
thrice bequeathed
standing beneath
the oaken wood stage
we lay our scene
at the feet of a younger generation

It's an inside out universe
You take pictures of my soul
And place them in a paper bag.
It's a fuller dream than the one you left behind
But the creatures in the mirror swallow you whole.

I'm a fallen leaf in a forest
And you pick me up and take me home
Pressed between two processed pages
I find that I'm never more alone

Like the coke you spilled on the carpet
You never go away
You are a picture in my mind
Of a happy universe
Where I'm always blind
To all but you.

The road hangs heavy on your shoulders
Yet someone is holding out the flag
Knee deep in the dust, your past smoulders
In tendril plumes, from trodden slag.
Better to fall in the battle
Than to die a little every day
Sometimes you have to sacrifice realism
For reality.

The Price of Failure

He who cannot take anything seriously, has nothing to live for but a laugh.

Posts flow
Like butter
In the snow
It's been draining
Me so long
The work at uni
Just goes on
Till brain is
Left high and dry
With nothing to post
Dear reader.

Give me a hug
The martian teddy bear
I'll listen to your crying
And promise not to care

Cajun invasion

On a hilltop far away
To the wind you turn and say
"It's a far cry from perfect,
I'm not sure it's worth it
I'm not sure iI can hold anoyther day."

In the street the rain is falling
To your feat the dance is calling
But you'd rather stay as stone
And hide the flesh and bone
You're breaking with your crawling.

The Etherial Discography

It's better not to play dead
With those cables coming out your head
We were wondering what you really said
So we called you up instead.

It's better not to drown
When you're so far from town
And no one's there to pull you out
But plenty pull you down
It's a favorite frown that you put on
The one as clipped as your front lawn
I was wondering when it dawned on you
The looker in the dress so blue
Incredible and hardly true
I can assure you I'd never place
You first in line for any race
Not big or small, you'd lose them all
When they saw how shallow your smile really goes.
With a smile and a nod and a dainty wave
You have them paddling your own way
Which makes us wonder what you did say
To make them so riled, was it your smile?

You're not the king to rule my life
Take another armful of surprise
And run with it.
You played the game through painted glass
And nailed us to our seats in a single pass

It's all a big laugh, from one view or another
As you stand on the throne of a usurped brother
Moths to a flame.

The cryptic flash of the window pane
Brings another day to its lonely end
The electronic hum in your dirty paws
Gripping your only childhood friend
A smudge in your yearbook
And a memory in frosted tears.

Twist the weather
In your clouded mind
The shutters hanging
Light as a feather
Between toadstools
On the forest floor
You store your health
Under a thousand rainbows
Only to get there and find them gone.

Another gander at
A heart attack
When you're just not in it
We will grant you the nod
On your grand piano throne
Plucking out the tune
Of your slow demise

Altogether taken
Abashed you listen
The raindrops falling
On your tiny castle
The white souls flicker
The curtains iced slicker
Than the thoughts in your head
A matter of prime importance
It's not better off dead
It's a handfull assurance

There's a hole in you
The pictures cannot fill
And the buzz in your head's
The end of the road.
Got a voice crying inside
An extra leg for the final scene
To wedge yourself in the trap.

Formula for a reckoning
And the skin-sweet symphony
Is a tasteless curtain call.

So far from the truth
You aren't sure what you believe
And cling to the glittered lie.

Lost in the dungeon. A joblike description.
I find that I'm living. In space.
Occasional contact. The echos of combat.
Ring like a contractul race.
And all of these people. Are dancing in circles.
They try to excape from. The maze.

Dancing on landmines
Attack the bushes
It's a forest of apathy
And you licked the lightbulb
To crown your dignity
Filered through crowd control.

It is natural
Your freedom draws near
An under-Scriptural
Currant grinds our tears
We fall like flies
To the freshly cleaned floor.
(It is against the wall
That we find courage)

Waterfall you call
To me, Your falling
Music so free
Waterfall you caught
Me low, And carried
Me on stepping stones.

Waterfall I never
Find a landscape to be
Owned as mine
Waterfal you carry
Me to the shallows.

I think I am screwed in the head sometimes.

Flashback
It's over
And the moment
Plays, jagged recording
Of the halting steps
That lead, staggered
Innearingly, to the final outcome.
If only
Playing differently
The past was
A different future
Waiting in the shadows for me
To grasp it's reality
A logic puzzle to solve
And add life to a list of successes
Badly in need of extension.

Sarah

She took us to the dark
To nurse our inner child
And running scared
The children fled
The forest deep and wild.

I am not afraid of the nightmare
It’s our imagination
Running here and everywhere
We stand tall together and how
We fall, we shall never know

In evergreen shadows
Playing tricks on our minds
The world became
A silent reign
The harmony of the blind.

And we beheld mysteries
So wonderfully ferocious
They tingled through our senses
And beat us senseless
We stand tall together and if
We fall, at least now we know

No posts for a week.... shocking.

The lounge and the bathroom
My humble kingdom
They say that you wanted
A place.

It's tidy and simple
Ideal for the working
Man on his way to
The top.

Think of it as investment
In permanence
And a change for the better
To come.

He who is afraid to die, is afraid to live.

Awake ye sleepers
The fires of dawn are upon us
To forge a purer humanity
And gilt our humble frames
With the failing lights
Of the stars.

I lie awake asleep at night
The jukebox plays our song
Atleast it was the other day
But theses things change

A thunderstorm
A jack-o-lantern
The neighbourhood's not safe
Not for the children
Why are they in noone's mind?

We lie awake asleep in thunder
So alone and so close
Hunted by our personal demons
Is theere safety in numbers,
Or a teeming horde of fleeing rats
In a maze

It used to be the television
Spoke only fact
But lately I've begun to wonder
Is humankind really so objective?

We risk counterrevolution
When our gun chorous peaks
Another microevolution
Utilize the weak

Goliath rises high
From the ashes of corporate pride
Tears fall in the country chapel
They sing themselves to sleep at night.

A star-spangled fate
Crisscrosses our path
The way ahead in blue and gold
And red, you do the math,
Subtract the poor
Divide by hunger
And multiply
Till we alone are left

The phoenix in the clinging ashes
Our sacred pillars, altars all,
The fires of the stars
Our newfound chorus
Enlightens the eye
As the jagged rain falls
And washes clean our past.

I dig this hole
Cause you can radiate everything you speak

When we are together
My mind and vernacular coagulate

The sky is clouding
And grey is all the colour I need

If I climb out
All my work is undone, like ice in the sun.


We dissolve together
And float away
An iceberg in the sea
From some polar place
And in the sunblindness
We turn and say
"Isn't it nice to be free?"
As we dissolve together.

I grip the unturned storm in my exposed palm. Trusting fate to the whims of a menacing horror. I find peace through pain, atleast the dull ache that hides behing seeing, behind sensing the truth. Would truth lurk still in corridors if I turned on the light? But the dark is my thinking space, my brooding, where thoughts drift haphazardly together, perhaps to reform new ideas, and crush the old. Will I grow old and die, still strangled here by the poigency of my own worries? There are always more questions than answers at hand. Below the surface, the ice, the skum, the pocket lint, there is truth. If you discard them that unsettle and discomfit you you are no better than the uneducated. But even worse, for you have spurned the light and saught the dark. The darkness, where thoughts collide and form something a little bit new, but still with a faint glimmer beneath of that which was. Is this just a vener or am I vaccilating from study? I guess I'll never know.

Amble down the sidewalk
If it's a thousand degrees
You'd never even blink
Freelance stroller
Flash past swealtering
Crowds of milling
Disheartened masses
Slid past goggling girls
Smooth icecube
Salvation's dispensor
Looms like an in-law

The ghost of yesterday's paycheck
Hangs hollow in your hand
Your final tie to the world
A golden glimmer of earth
Becons the silken shimmer
Of anomalous cool
Tinned arctic pleasure
And your shadow evaporates

My commentor seems to have disappeared. Neglect most likely. How odd.

Before the Courts

Save your idol
Glittering prize
All that sparkles doesn't lead up
Is all a question of taste?
Add another tassle to your wig
If it please the court, I'm guilty.

It's a photo
Prized collection
A picture of the past you left behind
Somehow you never turned
You never spun to face the camera man
If it please the court, I'm guilty.

Change your life
On the upward path
The sun seems somehow nearer
A smile in a lunchbox
It seems some things make life worth living
If it please the court, I'm guilty.

Interraction with people is so tiring.

Wait for Jesus
He carries souls
In His shining palm
Would that I be resurrected
Not the perfect slave
But a son perfected.

100% Huggable

Was she tired
Of your lifeless paranoia
Well she tried
But you had that cliff coming
And you were no siren
To be caught on the rocks
A ready smile
Covers a multitude of sins
But a multitude doesn't begin
To describe you.

It's beyond me
And I was
Taken offworld
The land and seas
Down below
Is it better to run or know?

Beneath the sounds
Of happy drinking
I found her eyes
And I was
Taken offworld
Fathomless lakes
Far beyond
Imagining's stretch
Is it better to run or know?

Quiet rumble
The sofa
Hands and minds
As one
Were the barriers coming up
Or was I seeing
Them for the first time?

Onsomble
We go together
Which is why
Goodbye
Is so much easier.

She hit the bottle
Happy ever after
I never thought we'd work it out
When you're at the bottom
The sound of laughter
Is always over your head.

When you are flying
It's so easy to see.

Los Meranderos

I dried up. A child on a network As she led me to a smaller world of electronic toys and bees that come up to your knees. I am not asleep when she patterns in her delicate ways and I shut my eyes so tight to hide my trembling face. I cannot block her savory sweet smell. The sound of an orange peeling, the sniff of dawn. She has found my every nook
The hiding places of another me to see where I wandered down the garden path. Am I so far from home? Am I lost and alone? All is nothing when viewed. The way is made clear when seen from above. A dove lies on my back. Cooing softly, a humble tree in the sightless isle of me. Can I understand its alien life? Or whisper to its feral mind? I am not this man I see. I am not me not anymore. Why rejection, why confusion, why this pattering in the rain in softsouled shoes. A shoulder to cry on is not to be scoffed at. Sold maybe, to the highest bidder. Is it me? Will I even care?

You are the evergreens. You are the horizon that greets me wherever I turn. You are my start and finish. My beginning and destination. Destiny is nothing but a string of choices. You make the line golden, rolling over the slights of the past. Dirigibles, zepplins, hovercraft… flying is a thing of the past. Left to the budgies with their haunting chirps and wide vantage. All is as it should be. The other day I left my toothbrush at your place. Am I home, or am I sleeping on foreign soil? You are the oasis in the desert of my job. Calling you daily is easy. Dialing.. Please hold… I told the boss, that there was nothing more important than giving you a call. Maybe a name. Maybe a coating of lemon on sugar. Savory sweet…. Familiarity breeds a family. But all is not-a-thing. Flashing eyes like siege weaponry. You can break down walls with a thought, a breath. You are the cardboard I pack my life in. You make everything fit. I may put my work down for a while and give you a call.

We are gliding on thin ice
It has been a particularly heavy summer

So
You thought to blame me
For your stubbed toe
For the glass on the kitchen floor
For the shards of your life

So
I thought I was immune
To your cutting remarks
But you went right through me
And made me in your likeness

The wild and windy storm
That couched us in its arms
The cradle soft and warm

Disarm the inevitable
Beneath our shaded lids
We hid on triumph's hill

Beneath the undermountain
The caves drip dark and deep
In long-forgotten fountains

And we are a reclused people
And the stars in the lost sky
Are our church steeple

I am thinking my writing on this here site has been rather of lacklustre...

Time taken, thoughts broken
We turn on rusted hinges
Beside our interplanitary quest
We see,
Sentience binges.
Translucent tokens
Just short another hairsbreadth
Indeed.

Screens capture, Hidden nature
Scan your eyes through the terminal
An affront to humanity, hidden
Inside,
Won't you turn germinal
Intellect, and fracture
The iceberg emerging from the middens
And hide.

Away through time
We float like insects on a pond,
Shellfish in a tidal wave
We shall live on
But never get away.

Till we find heaven
Holding our rusted jaws closed
With hands made from burning rock
And we
Shall find situations posed
By our darkest dreams, forgiven
Anything to turn away from the laughing stock
We wish we weren't.

Gift wrapped surprises
Unction, abuse, scorn. Abstain
Live a lie, or die.

Fist full of hand-downs
Societal elite prance
Fall to the masses

Stepped Through the Fire for You.

Time ravages the homeless sleeper
Beneath his halls of discards
With his friends the rats and creepers
Bejewling his humble abode

Siamese Twins

She's lucky when she opened the door she saw everything
She's drunk and when she falls through the floor she confronts herself
The light in her eyes is an alcoholic glaze
The feelings in her mind are a suicidal maze
When the couch has caught you you will not fall down
When the drink is fading you will wear your frown
When we face each other we are all the same
We are twins, we are enemies, in all but a name.

She's laughing when she cuts through her troubles with a serrated knife
She's grinning when she bursts all the bubbles and is running my life.
The light in her eyes is a predatory gleam
The peace held in her hand is not what it seems
When the train's incoming you won't look away
When the pain is flowing you don't know what to say
When we fight each other we are all the same
When we hurt each other we are both burned by the flame
We are twins, we are enemies, in all but a name.

Unside-down

He said, he never needed anyone
She said, she'd rather fall for a dead man
I would, never face up to justice
My forearms are burned
By the flames of her passing
The lights in my head
My universe reassembling.

He said, he'd never turn for a stranger
She said, she'd rather date the danger
I would, always find a reminder
My eyes are afraid
Of the dust of her passing
The colours drift down
From the stained glassing

A coffin's a lonely place to wait.

Twice Bitten

Through the crystal clear glass
I see you smiling back
If I wasn't running so hard
You'd carry me away
But now I'm twice bitten
And there's no looking back.

Breathe.

I know it's settling down
I know you wear that frown
To drive away the closets monsters
We all stand and fall
Wherever we go
And hiding only makes it faster.

Through a glass eye your throne
Is the one danced upon
Won't you just calm down and breathe?

We find you in the corner
Hand feebly clutching the winner
There are no fires in your night
We all stand so small
Unless we stand together
It is your vision that gives the monsters sight

Through your glass eye your throne
Is the ashes of your lost home
Won't you just calm down and breathe?

Tears fall, and it's pointless
It hangs on the precipice
Precipitating destruction
In the silent portico
Your mind will fall to the assault
So please calm down and breathe.

A Basic Rhyme

Never smile at
A waiting man
His eyes so lean
His cut so clean
We will never see
What it is he means,
What he plans.

Basic rhyme
And rythme
Sweet and flowing
He dances, sowing
Contenment
An ointment
On your troubles growing
And subsiding with the moon.

It's OK.

Still night, Sometimes I find
The kitchen empty. How I've tried
To solve the problems, Leeching through the windows

Alright, It's always happy
Nearer the ending, Instant appeals
I'ts just a heartbeat, And I've solved my sorrows.

Alexander Fencepost

Fit for command? I'll
Purpose greater feats. Ahead
Brighter already.

Tales

Finding your way
Lost on a sleigh
Snow was never this white
Houses flash by
None catch your eye
You have to be home tonight

The harder you try
The more you deny
It seems your lungs are breathing ice
It seems your running into circles
Pay attention boy
It's not as if you're superman
It's not as if you fly
Atleast not any more.

The grass pushing through
Sky sunny and blue
You'd think that things are bound to change
But springs still miles away
Beneath the snowbanks
Your feet are chilled with winter's touch
If only you could escape its grasp
You'd be home soon.

Anon

Old man knows troubles
Young man knows pain, turn back tides
And laughter is there.

Hobby Horse

She just sits at home
And cries at everything
At milk spilt on the carpet
At children gone and grown
Freed from grasping apron strings

At the beach, she's a wreck
And her unkempt stare is back
To drive away pleasant company
And words that trail sympathy
Till nothing lives in her wake

Falling Short.

Skyscraper Flying alone in an aircraft
Made of paper You're taking your home for granted
Just watch it slip through your fingers
It's melting
It's melting
It's melting.

Whiteboard Bet you write down all your plans
They're stored Against the future come to pass
A grain of sand, an empty glass
And nothing
And nothing
And nothing.

The windows They swallow you in and spit you out
You know it shows There's nothing for you to cry about
Atleast you're not trapped inside
The burning building
The building
The building.

The darkness Is riding the crest of noontide
It's your likeness There's no hiding destruction from the skies
Don't stop running and fear
The birds
The birds
The birds.

In paradise

In paradise the lost
With trampled feet
They reached the coast
And falling breathless to the shore
They cried for peace forevermore

In paradise the lost
Were counted worthy
Of man's praise
Through ocean tides of running blood
With fingernails they held the flood

In paradise the lost
Were pierced through
By pinpricks of rage
And standing tall they took the fall
They sanctified the jungle floor

In paradise the lost
Fought on and on
Against the martyr host
Long after dreams of home had fled
They found the courage to face death

In paradise the lost
Were never to return.

Earth, Wind, Fire.

Recovered time lapses
And sorrow strikes the sun
Shadows where the eagles
Soar, and only just begun
To feel the fealty of earth
And sky and water flowing swift
Through the toes of humankind
Thumbing for a lift.

This is the space
Look down
It greets you
And fall
This is your place
I've been trying
To meet you
To talk
We've got so much to say.

The boy done wrong again

And he's lost his way

The path is bleeding rain

Beneath a sky so grey

And every footstep's tread

Just takes him far away

The boy done wrong again

The only voice he hears

Is the whimpering of pain

As he cries away his fears

Like a guttering flame

The final shadow rears

The boy done wrong again

Only noone's there

They're know he's gone insane

But he's the same lost boy he's always been

When the boy's done wrong again

It's as if he'd never been right.

Catterwauling

Blossoms scatter haphazard paths
Through the freshly dawned day
And the grasses, drenched, untrodden
Are but viridian nymphs at play
The dappled sunlight, incredulous
Innocent, cradles all in a warming embrace
And rainbows fantabulous
Drift in their arachnine snares
Life is expelled in diffusive steam
And inhaled again, with signature penned
Of rustled footsteps through foliage.

Altruism speaks
Of a happy universe
Imaginary

Apoptheosis

Still you searcht the hallways
The underlight has underlines your fate
The umbrella branches
They cradle your fall
Does no one care at all?

Where is this in the first place?
The human race is trying
It's dying for the reason things went wrong
With windows blankly staring
And rockochet is shearing
And tearing down the walls
Till noone cares at all.

Rogue Talent Inside a Room for Two

Hiding away in fantasy lands
Other worlds drowning her
Otherworlds she never visits again
Hiding from the conversations
Filling out the dust inside her brain
She'll take it to the movies
She'll take it out on everyone around
She's growing tired of screaming
When nobody besides her hears the sound

Inside her head
Inside her head
Inside her head
The walls are falling down

They'll lock her up away forever
Atleast until their funding's cut
She'll wander round the urban jungle
Beneath a sky of acid stars
Among the refuse of human achievment
She'll finally see the way things are
But when the ship's gone down and you're aboard
It's better to pretend that nothing's wrong

Inside her head
The walls are falling down
Inside her head
Inside her head
The walls are falling down
Inside her head
The sun's up now.

Teenage Tantrum

Noise and silence
Jamming in my room
Sillibance and assonance
Jammed in the mute doorframe

The sun sets on a slipstream
Through parasitic gaze
As we slide gently to the floor
And breathe in the dream

I don't want to be around
When your lightbulb blows
And I won't be found
When it finally does don't you know

The light dawns on a daydream
It's just another phase
A blind step through teenage hell
We wade into your waiting grasp
And pass through the stream
And pass through the stream
To the otherside, who can tell
If we shall ever arrive?

A Pim of Love

I love you more
Than the sand on the shore
Than the air that I breathe
It's you I need.





20/20 Vision

And it's a burning flame
A fire on the inside
Reaching for the flashing exit.



Plucking the strings of despair.

Sermons Vol. 2

These are not tears
Only blood
You have torn my heart.


Dove wings of light
Beat gently down
In a cleansing stream
I am made clean.


A disease of the mind
Bears me down
Till the gaping ground
Snatches me up.


Grace.
A watchword
For today
And the fire
In my soul.


Choose another door
Into the waiting dark
You are bruised forevermore.


Wisperchild
Of shadow wrought
Beneath a sink
A footstep's drip
Menacing through the halls
Caverns in the dark
Stretching into rooms
To claw at wide eyed terror
Shivering beneath ghostly sheets.


Amen
And renewed again
Website to the unkown
By the Bible shown
The way.


Have you fallen asleep on the doorstep of forgiveness?

Muted lighting down a spiralling stairwell

Its a war of words, a mud slinging match
We are drowning, its up unto our ears
Crying for a fallen brother crying for a dying friend
A veil of tears, a veil of tears
Muscules straining, bones about to break
Blood is draining to nothing
Straining for another breathe, straining for another day
In the veil of tears, the veil of tears

Life is streaming ever forwards
Headlights kiss the morning sky
Freefall for a thousand seconds freefall for a thousand lifetimes
For the veil of tears, the veil of tears
Will you look down?
Will you look down?
Will you see?
It is torn.

Sermon Outlines

We are flying on eagles wings
Can tomorrow bring another dying?
We find another golden
Moment.


The curtains dripping
From their torn open sources
In the past, the past.


Is this my writing
Or am I shaking so
Because emptiness
Has swallowed me whole?


Running in circles
Turning to face
A century of illusion
Flashing on the screen
And we bow to leave


I'm not listening. I'd just miss the point.
I'll flee the future In jealous counterpoint
To the past, to the past
We'll cut through the clouds
On our interstellar course.


Ilustrate God's grace
On pen and paper
And I will follow

God knows our best
Thoughts and our worst
Lies and still gives us
His time...

Naboth's Ancillary

Repent and cry out
Wear your heart on
Your sullen face
For your inheritance
Is on a cliff
And you are standing
On the edge

(im not sure if ive published this afore)

Abortion?

I would cry out
But I haven't a voice
I would choose
But I haven't a choice
I would live
But I'm destined to die
Before my time has come

Handlebar existence
And life on the edge
Is worn to the nub
Put it down to experience

Your tired eyes can't
Reach to heaven
Bloody fingers
Like swarming red ants



(Clawing up from the abyss
And I'm sure you miss
The way the freezing rain
Always caught you in the eyes)

All American Tryouts

Bright American stars
Turning this way and that
The darkness flees from them
Behold their quickened gaze.

Heir to the World

'Daughter of a sacrifice
You sacrificial child
Straighten out palms up
Perhaps we shall see a dawn
In your absence.'



The sky was full of rain. It cascaded down in myriad droplets that thundered into the leafy ground. The dead, autumn ground was being churned into knee-deep muck by the passing footsteps of men and animals. The clouds hung thick and low, blanketing the world in a chill grey half-light that sucked heat from bones and snapped wills like tinder. She was out in the storm, alone and shivering, dressed only in the tattered remnants of muddied, travel-worn clothing. Her breath came in short, painful gasps, as the cut in her side seared with the agony of movement. Both her hands and feet had been numb for some time now, tied tightly with fresh rope to the towering oak that was to be the site for her impending death. But none of this mattered, not the rain, the cold, or the pain. The primeval woodlands housed greater dangers than mear weather, and with the turning of the seasons, it was time for a sacrifice. Her fear had long since worn away. It would not be long now.

In the Future

Music is left to the zealous few
And gossip tracks the paranoid
In their paranormality
Ugliness crests a wave of dissent
And disseminated knowledge ferments
For want of a larger bounty
Watching wakefulness
In the land of the sleepless
With neon flares pinpricking
The velvet night sky dripping
With the peaks of human achievement
A world crafted in the eye of berievement
In the likeness of man himself.

The Sultry Sounds of Smooth Jazz

Did you ever wonder, that time stops the bullet flood
Cascading through droplets of air
To end up as as smear on the wall
A lecture on the finer points of physics
You defy the gun: you end up dead
Translated into plain language for the masses
I'm not even sure where this is actually going.

On Bandicoots and Hobnails

Soft starlight composed raiment
Beyond mortal apparell
A gift of the the divine creator
And another breath of living space
To highlight the sublime beauty
Twinkling beneath dazzling face
We are lost to comparison
The hungry, lonely few
Dancing in the dust of promises
That we swore we'd never do
But as for us heartstruck and alone
Beneath the stark unearthly beauty
We are banded together in our hermithood
The tears we shed, tributaries
From a common spring
And the chill that combats
The fiery life of bitten nerves
From distant starstruck beauty the same.

Ashamed

The thunder it calls
Us away into dreams
And the tears, they fall
From the cradle to the sea
No, I won't, be afraid.

The ground, it lies
And cries out for relief
New hopes sprout and die
And the dust, it chokes belief
No, I won't, be afraid.

What was that you said?
As we hide our face from shame
The world on our head
Has fallen, we hide our names
We cannot get up.

The sky is coming down
In a starburst swansong
The clouds obscure the sky
But it won't be very long.
No, I won't, be afraid.

To the Victor the Spoils

Helicies and victories
Stealth unction mother provided
Differential equations
Freudian and ancillaries
Un-child misbegotten and unguided
Dollars fall rainstations
Dither and wait forwards
Essian equestrian jumping
The eyes of the stalwart
Eclipsed by tinfoil rabbit
Despised folding wooden wall
Jostle ambling liver-wort
Unbeliver school and all.

Travel Scrabble

In the fire of a New York sunrise
And the hoofbeats in the night
Will be fleeing from the sight
Of your beneficent expression

Never trust the shadows
That only you can see
Before beginning
The task is over.

Joan of Are

Awaken child of the moral slumber
The life you seek seeps gentle away
Unbeknownst and unbeckoned, say
You would remain aloof of rotting lumber
As eyes fold to the backs of translucent
Pears of the sapling unhappiness
Alive and unmoving, distressed
To turn through cycles of chatter insolent
And behold you are awash inside and out
Truth pines earnestly but lies alone win out.

A Move For the Betterment of Mankind (Unfinished)

Change
Change
Change
Its a beautifull world halfway

The doctor's leaving
Your folks are grieving
And the drugs are growing tired and old
You're in denial
Imbecial
You'll never believe what you haven't been told

Change
Change
Change
Its a beautifull world halfway

Like Fish in a Barrel

Mothers dont you cry
Your beloved students are coming home
Bags on backs and fear in eyes
The future has been secured

Fathers dont be sad
Your children have learned everything
And we have not had
To take it all from them

But they see
The future plain as day
Shown are we
To be the way
Overside and underway
Ours is victory

Faking It

Laid back and unwary
Take life easy, a breath at a time
This is no battle for middle earth
This is no time crisis
Only noone knows
Where the world is spinning to.

Cliffside

It looms before me
In opalescent beauty
Glistening salty spray
Jagged knife
Cutting away desires
But to scale its stark face
And cresting it pinnacle
To be thrown down into
The waiting sea's embrace

Self-Titled

She is but a maiden yet
Her face a sea of angel tears
Slaphappy laughter
Trigger launched despair
Find eyes in the trunk
Lifeless as trees
Conjealed victory debunked
And uppercrust harpsichord
Accompanies the companies
Disforced marching dischord
And lies simper down
Heaven sent and helpfull
The cliff lurking end town
A fraying roped savior
Fallen is the beast
On which the vile tears
Come blistering down to rest

Painkillers to Kill the Pain.

All blue and high
Raining from a vanilla sky
The trees are falling down
A nonsence farm
To keep me safe from harm
And footsteps on the ground
They welcome and they
Drive me away

The dripping sunset
Beats down on my best
Suit, a walk from town
A glass in one hand
An understanding
Frown, directed all around

It's fun to ease the pain
A footspa and a warm towel
I'll turn you round again
To where the hills don't drag their feet

When She Fades (Dying Star)

Inside scintillating blackness
You are hand in hand with me
A bright star gripping the horison
Pulling our tiny world in circles

Before the rains come falling
You are lying on my doorstep
Glowing in the distant thunder
Catching thoughts in butterfly hands

On the swing-set at our old school
You are my perfect counterbalance
I remember thinking crystal clear
Let's never grow apart.

And the future keeps shrinking
Like the haze on the horizon
When she fades through the moonbeams
And the harsh rising sun
Catching my attention
To the depths of the ocean
Twinkling in final fading beauty

Helpsichord

(Gill got what she was after
When she flew into the door
Dissasociative reality asking
Are you coming back for more?)

When I was the preacher
And you were the flitting prey
Cusped so tight together
Under the weather

When I was lost to the world
You come and find me
In a tiny backwards garden

Lookalike no more
As we are shown the door
The end is in sight
Good night

Cerebruin

Falling apart in a spilt-second
Ruinous opening up your mind
The flowers spreading sweet doom
Down the salty sea draft
And waking up beneath a crowded tree.

Clock tower blazing out the time
In a blurr to the doctor's at nine
Upstairs down the stairs flying
But you can't outrun fate

School-berg heading this way
Crushing resisance in its icy fist
Disengage personality
And fire up intellectual distance
The chair eats into your back.

Lawn drooping in yellow finery
Crushed beneath booted heel
And discarded beer bottle
Nausea on the salty sea drafts
Waking up beneath a crowded tree.

Tomorrow

When tomorrow shines
With today's sun
And you farm goodbyes
In the teeming rain
And you plough the earth
Of broken promises
You will find me
In your heart.

We are all statues caught in the rain
With bigger fish to fry
We converse about the glitter in our eyes
Is it joy or is it pain?

We are all just dancing shadows
Flitting through the summer grass
You never had the thought to ask
And now you'll never know

Strung out and you never show it
You were hung like a scapegoat

I am talking to your reflection
For some deeper conversation
Without reaching for murder
Or another cup of coffee

Flying from one hole to the next
You were hung out like a scapegoat

Fly away summer child
Where the winter's warmth
Isn't bleeding you dry
Runnels in the sand
And that pain in your eye.

If you are my dream, why should I ever awake?

Abrakedabra (Soul Town Remix)

Wilting at the stem
Film Noir soundtrack
Grinding gently to a close
Hitting town again
Daring life to come in
Hinges swinging
To shed light
On unconcious prose.

Eyes tied solid shut
With the surety of iron
By the spark of memory hidden
Beneath the scrap heap
Today risen again
In new armament,
Alone and unbidden

Footsteps wending slowly
Down footpaths of stone
Downtrodden, unhappy
The husky rasp of the narrator
Blending floor and ceiling
Into concrete futures
Joined as one.

Ancilliaries

Taken aback by her run amok comments,
The bartender stalled his conversation
And served a round of grisly rhetoric.
Her hunted eyes swivelled slowly around the room
On a search for an elusive hiding place
To chase away the hounds.

I am taken way for a happy weekend
Before and behind schedule
Tupping liberty and flying high
The chariots of the present
Global ecconomies and drunken governments
Satiated with their weaned prides
That run rampant through the land.

Begotten

Tomorrow knocks
I'm far away
In a land of cotton wool.
When Friday comes
I'll be lieing there still
Watch me go,
Watch me

I'll put a face
To your
Drunken dreaming
The rat-race
Is silence screaming
Watch me go,
Watch me

I'll fly away
A cesspit
And a better life
Lies in wait
At the tip of the knife
Just watch me go,
Watch me

Golden locks
And silver
Patterned eyes
Tomorrow waits
For our final goodbyes
I don't want to go
But watch me,
Watch me

We'll share a look
In fifty
Or sixty years
Of the time we lay
And chased away our fears
The glass is full
And the night is young
We've a whole life to live
Before tomorrow comes
I don't want to go
But watch me,
Watch me
Dissappear.

Comments revisited

There is no time like the present
To sign your name
On the dotted line
To a statement you
Can barely remember.

Tuesday's come and gone
And the couch has worn
Deeper groves into
Your supinated conscience
Journeyman's scares.

Are we all so adrift?

It Burns It Bites

Im sitting here all glassy eyed
Through cracked windows
And screens of pocketed pain
Waiting for the chemicals
To bleed from my iris
So that I can see again
And get back to work

Old Bold Cold

The old bold cold
With his neck all enfold
With a scarf made of wool
To tuck away his chill
He never does as he's told
The only thing he's ever sold
Is the old bold cold.

Run of the Mill

"Mr. Ordinary, I presume,"
She said with eyes afire,
"Would you stealthily step to my room
To hide from eyes what will transpire
Beneath the netted curtains
That dangle to my bed
And crush the chance
That looks askance
Should paint your reputation red."

She turned and sauntered down the hall
As graceful as a cat
And he was drawn, with boots and all
Though sense did warn to stop at that
To pivot round and walk away
And run for safer cover
Than was with this lover
Most certainly today.

Doing things Wrong (Again)

The daily grind
Infront and behind
The counter
A countenance
Sunken inland.

Above the high seas
As easy as peas
Below expecations
Expecting precautions
Deserted island.

HellBent

Inside, crushed like a bug
In a tin can, life welling up
Between scarred empty fingers
Glance down at the half-empty cup
And catch breath, taut with a twang
Slice through perceptions
To dip conscious thought
Inside, crushed like a bug
In a tin can, tears flowing down
Into lifeless white palms
Carressed by the winds
Sorrows in mortal form
She is sweet and I am empty
But for this tin of voice
White dust flies pale
And time shuffles through
The billowing curtains
Night sky sighing
I am in pain, but she it at peace.

Mona Subsidiesa

Below the south
My learned friend
Jack-o-comb
And banden end
Upperscotch
The forsint friend
To grief the fallen
Unction rend.

Borrow growths
And ballet bends
Beneath hoggery
Unction sloggery
Ne'er do droggery
Fromiset friend!

Merry Christmas
Pass the listless
List more, owness
Perchaser orbit
Jameson Torbet
And cough bliss
(Or tress the lot).

Jocularity

Hilarious
Again tell u
What you want?
Another jump
To a joy
Trancendant
And blended
With jocularity

Skid-stop

Tumble-down ramshackle
Tackle the ball, head over heals
Wounds and weals
Winding through Bernackles
Slide to a skid-stop
Busting past the busstop
Police in agressive tail
Walled in, welling up failed
Turn aside, take a ride
My, my your voice has grown!
Left to the glittering curbside
On your very own

Sundance

Assinine
Like a dream
Come tomorrow
And come the storms
I've a feeling
She's moving on
From me

Celebrate
I cannot wait
When daylight tolls
With dire force
I've got the strength
To last the course
And stay

Long stares
And hidden fears
When she cries
I'll catch her tears
When she slips
I will be there
To catch her

Head strong
It won't be long
Come tomorrow
And come the storms
I've a feeling
She's moving on
From me

In the Mire

The egalitarian hiss
Of the sliding doors
Welcome us inside
To close-packed appartments
Littered with humanity
And its dregs
We wend the jagged stairs
To a room where the stars
Are multihued casino lights
Held up from the ground
By grasping steel hands
In concrete gloves
Far below the hum
Of impatient cars
And their drivers
Calls us to sleep
To dream of bright futures
Hidden behind
Trashheaped corners.

A Journeyman's Life

Life's journey
One foot placed
To guide the path
Of the juxtaposed other
Through dusty sunset
And milky moonglow
The gravelled road
Speaks to my soul
Possessions in hand
Over a work-worn shoulder
And tied with string
No sooner is a day over
Than another begun
In a simulacrum town
Image of the previous one
Each weary day
Is another adventure

Here's one I finished today that was drafted about a month ago.

Religiocity Jane

The windows paint your house
In gentle summer colours
As we idle on our bikes
Another year has come
And gone quietly to the past

The winds blow through your roof
With chilly, prying fingers
You lie curled up on the couch
Hands in control of the remote
Hiding from your trainreck life

Jane, you've lost your way again
Did you glance the other way
When the sunlight bled to rain?
We can see your pain so plain
In your haunted expression
You've learned your lesson

Waking screaming from nightmares
Where the past is catching the present
And you have nowhere
The sheets cling coldly
In the empty night air.

Struggling through a day
Of doing math on the path
Prescribed for you
Who knew a job was so much effort?
Who knew your world has crumbled to its knees?

Jane, you've lost your way again
Did you glance the other way
When the sunlight bled to rain?
We can see your pain so plain
In your haunted expression
You've learned your lesson

Jane, you look so miserable today
Did you not open the curtains
To see a new sun rising?

Cleanup Your Act

Boy you are sitting on the fence again
Your body's wasted in anguish
Why don't you make your way home?
Boy you are crying for help again
Are you afraid you're gonna perish
Beneath the razor wheels of trains?

You've got to find a better place
Where the hostile sun
Won't beat you down
If you could just clean up your act
And move to a better part of town

You are in the news headlines again
And your tired eyes reveal
You aren't coping with the pain
Who knows how long this will remain
The weight that slowly steals
Your strength while you refrain.

You've got to find a better place
Where the hostile sun
Won't beat you down
If you could just clean up your act
And move to a better part of town

You've slipped through the cracks again
We saw you passing by
On a trip down memory lane
Boy, you've lost your way again
Just pull over to the side
And get yourself out of the rain

We want you back home again
Where the hostile sun
Won't beat you down
If you could just clean up your act
And move to a better part of town
We'd be there waiting.




The News in Brief

The news in brief
Coming to your screens
We talk you into knowing
What you think is everything
But your delicate mind
Is confettee in our hands
We shall hurl you to the flames.

Two Things

1) I have decided this year to perhapse bind much of my poetical nonsense into a publishish book form so it is not forever perched on the verge of being lost. I'm still not to sure about this.

2) I cannot remember the second thing I had to say. I hope it wasnt important.

Alien Visitors

Rusted automobile
Takes me to my destination
The tires squeal
Taking corners at speed
Straining dusty
Corners of coordination
For now I must ease
My savage need.

Shirts and ties
Clinging to the ceiling
Above the pipes
Chiming out their greetings
In earthen tones
We are hustled to our seating
All alone
But for a new beginning

The visitors
With smiles so clean
Welcome us
To our uncertain home
A hint of the familiar
Inside the new

Sunlight prismed
Through slanted glasswork
We are illumined
In shards of rainbow colour
Somehow different
How can we be certain?
But for the unbent
Joy of the visitor

The visitors
With smiles so clean
Entertain us
With their musical laughter
Another familiar
Inside the new

Font and Faces

Total lapse of selfcontrol
Found me in a second
Geared for confrontation
With the boy from next door
Reason is blind to the pleas
Of the reasonable
As though self evidence
Hides itself from the unbeliever
We both saw it coming
But for me, it was a loss complete.

A Sea of Faces

Would you lend a cheer
For inner beauty
Precious thoughts
Striving wit
Shining before you
On a flimsy stage
So bright, will you cry,
Or look away?

Forced Pithiness

If I werent religious I would think:

Religion is searching for truth in the lie.

Approaching the Sound Barrier

Raise me from
My dead expression
And breathe into
These lifeless thoughts
A light to shine
A day to cleanse
And we shall ride the sun
To the edges of the moon

Undersea

I seek you out
The calm in the
Corner of my mind

Ivan Drinking Song

We'll show you to the seaside
And cover you with praise
We'll drink until our lights go out
If it takes us all our days
So remember all your annecdotes
And your vulgar old stories
We'll find the time
To beer and wine
Till we know them all completely

So show us to the party
And take us to the hill
Where we can look down
Upon the town
As it sleeps so gentle, Still
We'll drink and dance
And find romance
Through the hours of the night
If ever you should stumble home
Before we're done we will
Only drag you back
And throw you down
And laugh until we drop
But everything will be alright
Because we are friends
Of some of France's finest
Winest.

Morning Fog

Hilltops rising
From the clinging
Mists of morning
Greet the viewer
Of dawn's rising
Spreads like lightning
Golden tidings
Of a day newer
Than the last one
It has begun
To slowly sink in
That today will
Be the best one
And the most fun
Only don't run
It's up to you.

Silver Wingtips

We are all fastened
Oo the heights
On bird wings borne,
The wills of men
Scything through the clouds
In our iron chariot
Drawn now by charging
Stampedes of horses
Their hoofbeats thunder
In our anxious ears
As the ground falls away
Into liquid space
And from the heavans
Perch and perview
The ants scurrying
In shining shells below
We could sail eternity
In our skybourne ship
In the footsteps of titans
With eyes of eagles
Our hearts drink rapture
Of creation below
Unfolding its wings
To us embrace.
And higher still
Leviathons
Dragons of silver
And purest white
Drift now beside us
In silent communion
Their forms as myriad
As the winds they glide on
Until forever stretches
Along the horison
The sun kissing
Our dipping wings
A spiralled decent
Cradles to earth
To the lowliness
From which we arose
That our hearts
Now satiated
May desire once again
To walk with angels in the heavens.

Liquid

Into the sunset
I'll carry you
I'll take your arms
And together we'll fly
Into the sunset
You and I

Under it all
We are mearly people
Wandering in the grip
Of nothing special
Or in particular
But to dream
Of flying

New Things

With a new computer
Comes opportunities
To blend old
Writ with
New ways of thinking
In the comfort of
My homely room

Religiocity Jane

The windows paint your house
In gentle summer colours
As we idle on our bikes
Another year has come
And gone quietly to the past

The winds blow through your roof
With chilly, prying fingers
You lie curled up on the couch
Hands in control of the remote
Hiding from your trainreck life

Jane, you've lost your way again
Did you glance the other way
When the sunlight bled to rain?
We can see your pain so plain
In your haunted expression
You've learned your lesson

Waking screaming from nightmares
Where the past is catching the present
And you have nowhere
The sheets cling coldly
In the empty night air.

Struggling through a day
Of doing math on the path
Prescribed for you
Who knew a job was so much effort?
Who knew your world has crumbled to its knees?

Jane, you've lost your way again
Did you glance the other way
When the sunlight bled to rain?
We can see your pain so plain
In your haunted expression
You've learned your lesson

Jane, you look so miserable today
Did you open the curtains
To see the sun rising?

Disabilities

Engine's clear
From here to Moscow
Touchdown low
We'll hit the dirt
Running molehills
Into mountains
As winter bleaches
Life away

Trees and
Intersections flashing
We won't sanction
Anybody

Luke The Other Way

Bridging thoughts
On scaffolding
Of lies (you turn around)
As if to say
'I'd rather find
Another job
To suck away
The day'

But is it truth?
You tell me Luke
Look the other way
Before you cross
Before a train
Cuts your life
Into pieces

Underlioned

Encamp your thoughts
On a thoroughfare
And spy the sparrow
Nestled there
Under the line
Under the scowl
Of petty men
The lions prowl

Beyond the flickering
Firelight
Stretches deepest
Darkest night
Inside your thoughts
Inside your mind
Just who will next
The lions find?

The embers cool
To bleeding red
Still till morning
Wait the dead
Eyes wide open
Gasping breath
To stave away
The lurking death

A growl like thunder
Shakes the ground
Wide eyed terror
Peering round
Petrified
To make a sound
Now the lions
Have them found

Not a soul
The daylight sees
But for the bird
Perched in the trees
Satisfied
The lions leave
Granting
Posthumous reprieve

Flitting sparrow
Flies away
Off to greet
The coming day
Under the light
Under the line
Beware the deadly
Demon lions.

Talk is Cheap

Words flow
Onto the page
In lines of liquid thought
But minds feed
On baser things

Speech falls
Into ears
Cascading from the speaker
But eyes stray
From the truth

The future arrives
At our feet
With supra-tidal force
And we shall
Fall short once more.

Appologies

Appologies
For works undone
These past few weeks
A hectic time it has been
With camp and partying
I did write some writ
At camp and I
Shall post them first
Chance available to me.

On a brighterside
Mayhaps a noon-tide
Of joy for myself
I did'st make wearable art
Of a modified shirt
(Of school origination)
Into a navy-lined flowing robe
Scrawled head to toe
In self-made writ
And a hat so comfy
With tassels to boot
It went down a treat
Or so I am told

Another news of good cheer
Is that in the contest of talent
I did enter a poem
Of Dr Seus mymicry
Penned by my own hand
And while reading I intermitioned
With traditional dancing
(Moorish handkerchief dancign to be exact)
Which had the crowd laughing
And somehow they thought
I deserved the prize
For best overall
Which is odd
But I am gratefull none-the-less.