Back to the Dark

One step
Foot sucked into shadow
Past the silhouette
Of no return
Take those ancient stairs
Down.

Makes it Easy

Show us a good time
In an everyday way
We're not searching for a fine wines
Just an every-way day.
Liquid conversation
Lays the foundation
It's ain't necessary
But it surely makes it easy.

A dessert, sampling
The silky flow of swing
By candle light
On a Monday night
That was always my thing.

A stairwell clasped in dark
A little Noah's ark
Two of a kind
On down the line
Back to the primal spark

Like I said,
The sultry sound of voice
Elevates the choice
It ain't necessary
But it surely makes it easy.

Enya on surround sound makes my soul merry.

3 Things

It's always easier to wreck something than to build it up.

The only thing harder than building something up is to destroy it completely.

Do you ever just sit there and ponder "My what big hands these are, I wonder when I got them..."?

Standing on a Hillside

Sometimes you look back on where you have been
Past the cloud-fluffy daffodils bobbing and green
Through the deep dark forests that hug at your feet
To that speck in the distance, planks that hold in
Warmpth and love.

Sometimes you look up, where the sparser grass
Claws its way heavenwards, and hides in the rocks
Where the trail lazy-curves it's own way past
The gap where the warm sky somehow eludes
The ambitious earth.

WhiteShadows

Back to the wall
And the white shadows
Illuminate us all
Looking at the greener grass
And getting a face full of glare
I'm just glad to know that you're out there
Somewhere.

Planes of snow, and tracks leading into
The space between the sky and the sun
We wander on alone
With just five smooth stones
Against a giant
And he's standing strong and tall
I would too, if I could hide us all
Like a giant wrecking ball
Crashing home

So I'm looking for the greener grass
And getting a face full of glare
I'm just glad to know that you're out there
Somewhere.

Hacking away

Tall tales frame small talk
With a walk on the beach passing time.
Beneath the veneer of a man swilling beer
You're a queer kind of king of sublime.

Hacking away at the ice of the day.

She loved you. She left you
A blue smudge of makeup in rose
Tinted gloss, decrying you lost
Embossed on the hem of your second-best clothes.

A seat on a bleached pallid beach
You teach me the essence of loss
Beneath the veneer of a man drinking beer
You're a sheer examplar of your cross.

I thought I saw a man late last night
He couldn't see what was coming up from out the night
He didn't put up any fight.
Could it be that we forgot to say
Something warm, something glib to drive the frost away
That's how I see it anyway

There's something there, you used to smile
Come and let's us talk a while
It's not as if we can't.
But something always breaks
Tomorrow tells us nothing
When we refuse to listen
Cramped and unforgiven
Underneath the heavans.
But you used to smile
And we'd find something to say.

Thoughts from a Moving Vehicle

Shouldn't be content with ambivalence
Wouldn't be hell bent on dissonance
If it weren't so hard to reconcile
The whipper-snapping, infantile
Record of my past events.

Just Been:

One hell of a week
Or one week of hell.
I am not sure.

Here Comes the Sun

On a night much as this
Where the gleaming eyes of the waters
Gaze over a sleeping city
Came a lone man to his bliss.
Wearing ugg-boots and a scarf,
She drew the night in beads
Laughing as she hurled them into the waters
Till the gleaming eyes winked back.

A poet relaxed on an urban hill,
Glass beneath him echoing
The dazzling lights above.
Stringing syllables together
In the noon-day sun.

Fishing for time or saying your piece
When you smile politely and swallow your grief
Doing these things beyond belief
Beyond the seas
Daughter come home
And pieces of one
Will be made whole.

Birthday

There is a tiger in the woods.
To the mist she clings
And trails like smoke
A wild thing,
Animal pure, bearing
Death's silent sting

She roars, like a beast in ascent
At the foodchain peak
Or a man on the brink
Of denying defeat.

She slinks in the soft shadows
Between candle-lights
And calls to the moon
In the vastness of nights
A gall-mingled cocktail
Of despair and delight
Alone and aloof
And hidden from sight.

Distractions from the Sermon

Saphires
Pearls
A waterfall
Summertime
Green shoots
and Golden thread
a Dawning day
You.

2 Reasons I Dislike the American Government

The way they seek to run other countries.
The way they run their own.

His tiny voice
His titanic heart.
The worlds sorrows
Did him drown.

Shells rain down on Arabs
The world glances
Then passes by.
Marshmellows drizzle down on the West
The world a splode.

A Work in Progress.

She decorates her eyelash
She applies finishing touches
Glowing in the starlight
Of her mirrored compact.
Rolling through the streets
On a swerving force of nature
With a suped-up V8 engine
Playing follow the lead.

A goddess in disguise
A universe of sequins
Smiling from beginning
For a magical evening.

She steps up to the doorway
She's a vision in a red dress
A lady bent on conquest
Leaving little else to say.
But nothing goes to plan
And night bleeds into ruin
He taunts her like their children
Dressed like a fully grown man.

And she is a ship between the icebergs
Looking her best
In that stunning dress
And runnels down her cheeks.

Three Presents Pulled from a Mixed Bag

Salvation sometimes is
A mixture of blessings.
When holding a seed to the light
I find myself counting into the future,
One, two, three, perception expands
Behold a tree, drinking deep in desert sands.



That man is born into sins
And borne out to the self
Is a question beyond answer.
He pools himself
In shattered shadows
And rolls the ground
Beneath his tread.
Till yesterday is smooth and narrow
And tomorrow is a rocky bed.

Cozened embrace
Processed air fluffs
My marshmallow hairdoo.
I refill my shotglass.

Fly My Pretties.

Over the silent storm
Beer couched in a sweating palm
Conversations flutter
Back and forth, back and forth.
Function follows form
As gazes swallow alarm
And toothless jibes are uttered.

Bequethed a sundered sunrise
Fly my pretties
I'd hoped for better
But the weather
Not a cloud in the sky,
And a star shining north
Like a beacon of hope.

We cannot tread
Paths of righteousness
Till Someone soothes
Our blistered feet.

Afterglow

I thought I'd post the poems that I rewrote for reading last Wednesdy.

(Untitled)

I'm sorry.
It was another life.
And it was
Another dream.
And I was
All but asleep in your arms.

Hear it,
That breathing
Soft
And even.
I am
Out of control.

Denial
Is the first sign
Of inconstance.
We are
Two pods in a pea
We can never be.

But,

You smiled.
To transform the world.
Stars settled
In the pools of your eyes
Universes dangle
From a new center.

I'm sorry
It was another life,
And I was
All but asleep in your arms.



Dry Eyed Terror

The quiet children on my floor
With bovine eyes. They shut the door,
And leave me on my own once more.

Inside TV news enspells by view
Almost old and almost new
Hiding from the naked truth.

But through the kitchen dusts a thud
Neighbours screaming out for blood.
My fragile peace is churned to mud.

Out the lift and down the street,
Gutters cleanse my sinful feet
But leav my conscience seared complete.

Trecking through filled parking lots
Through a veil of heavan's drops
I cannot find what I have lost.

Till in halls of home once more
I confront that silent door.
Freed by pity kept in store
For the quiet children on my floor.



Acidity

You're not a ship
To carry me
When the weather's rough
And raging.
You're not a dream
To fade away
Soon as I came
To waking,
Like the morning fog.
But you are gone.

This is not a day
For tears,
Not a night for
Goodbyes.
You are not the one
Who broke my world.
You're not the one
To set it to rights.
You are my daylight
As I hold you in my arms,
And gently let you go.



The Ballad of Dwight Fry

A simple man sits there
By himself. Alone
But for the frantic screaming
Scratching from his phone.
As time itself drips slowly
And wetly from the roof
Of the overhanging overhead
Onto his polished boots.
He shudders small and frightened
With each indrawing breath
Steeling a wailing spirit,
To the icy call of death.

Till by and by
He makes reply:
"Mister, won't you reconcider?
My fortunes on the stakes
And it's time to make or break!"

Into the barren sunlight
And crunching of his feet,
Down a garden path, at once
Too spartan and too neat.
A shiver peirces his vacant thoughts,
The alien breath of breeze
Stirs him to despairing
As it whiskers through the trees.
Till even birds ring futile
As they patch their fragile nests,
They can but fuel his sorrows
At the icy touch of death.

Defeated on a park-side bench
Hollow smiles ride his lips
Curling into jagged snarls
To launch a thousand ships.
"Are you lost?" probed a stranger
Passing through the morn-cloaked grounds,
With eyes of tranquil saphire
"Or waiting to be found?"
"Sir", he breathed so hoarsely,
That man too doomed to die:
"Can there be tomorrows
For a lost soul such as I?"
Spoke that stranger softely:
"Sir tis plain to me,
Tomorrows come for all men
Just you wait and see."





And also, one poem which I sadly neglected to read, harrowed as I was by the intellectual stares of those before me:



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

OK. Did my first poetry-type recital as of yesterdy evening. I thought it went OK. Didn't get booed off or anything. Still much room for improvement.

On another possitive note, on Tuesday I found myself playing the piano from sheet music without the constant need to refer each note back to C to find where it was. Most satisfying.

We tried but there was nothing we could do.

Trapsing about
Bumping together
Like buirds of a feather,
Never fret my little one,
Pierce the trees and make them bleed
Do not hog all the fun.
Till the earth runs out of blood,
We'll sift the mud
And ransack what remains
Of our proud domains.

Remind us of what we once were
Proud and glorious
Victorious
Towering over us now
Life is a blurr
Not to worry
They'll swing by soon
And pick us up
Take us to the moon
My alien friends
They know best
Forget the rest
And follow.

Jack be nimble
Thyme and thimble
Tear the symbol
Of the world
Take an aspirin
Wake up gasping
Pull the piston
Till tires squeal.
We'll turn the wheel
Jack be quick
We haven't much time
At the wrong end
Of that stick.

Stairways and Fire Escapes

He walked down the hallway to himself
With just a flashlight and destiny
Clutched in his shaking fist
As he willed then not to breathe
But the trail of footprints
Just lead back where he'd already been

As he stared into the darkened mirror
He saw himself as he really was
One foot over the edge
Playing with poisoned pictures
Of ragdolls and giants.

Tribute to a Sad Friend.

I don't suppose you could shake this bloody stick
I'm at the wrong end.
When the logjam traffic finally lifts
I'll visit you again.
Your gran always had that spark in her eyes
Dreaming of the past
With her glasses half empty. I'll bet that she died
Before you even asked.
Anything you want, everything you own
She'd been there before
But if her smile was anything to go on
They'll be closing the lid
While you're still reaching for the door
But don't fear the end,
When the grass has grown once more
I'll visit you again.

Waking Up Happy.

He awakes in a feathered grip
And sinks softly through the sky
Till the sunshine melts the fog away
And frees his searching eyes.

Salvation
From drowning
A storm in a teacup
An undeserved pickup

Choppered through driving rain
He awakes in a mighty grasp
A glowing shield to drive away pain
Before he even asked.

Salvation
From destruction
An unchecked razorblade.
Asleep in a forest glade.

You show me dental
And I'll show you a man afraid to smile.

Runpad

The dream flowed on.
It was the deceitfullness of the day
Build, slapdash and slipshod
Over the dross of past. Surveyed
Counted, found wanting.
This dream of delicate mists
Thoughtless and beautifull
As they clung to the hills
And thus outshone their betters.
And yet, fragile as a promise kept
Beneath my wandering gaze
Oblivian bested
Them, they faded away.
Slipping through my fingers
A tide of dismay
Thoughtless and beautifull
As they flowed through
My insufficient grasp.

Haltingly, searchingly
I find in myself
Those heady days
In the minds eye
Youth camps.

The morning rays of a waking sun
Hanging droplets in a fair sky
Catch me awake and unnawares.

Those glittering beads of innocence
Pry pack the last glowing embers of the city pyre
Chilled radience retreats back to slumber
Hybernating through summer days.

For once the sky is illumined
But my street is sunk in shadow
So thick I nearly drown.

With simmering contrast in my eyes
A warm mug etched into my palm
I wrestle with the dying grip of sleep
And move to fill the emptiness inside.

Jumped the gun
Evening of fun
Tide of one.

There is a demon in my front porch
He hides between the floorplanks
And whistles in the eves
Through the evenings cold and dark.

There is a demon in my front porch
He fiddles with the latches
And scritches on the windows
Till the neighbours complain.

There is a demon in my front porch
He must be bound by one stronger than I
He could toss me about
Like the child I am no longer.

There is a demon in my front porch
He guards my home from night-men
So in the mornings
I leave some food for him.

The silence in your eyes
Was ten times the answer I required,
Stalking dejectedly back to the shadows
That drape the thickly-woven branches
Of my gloaming consciousness.
Time flowing over its banks
Sweeps my feet from under me.
And I am carried gently, coldly
Out to a solitary sea.

I don't want to stare at this hole forever.

Sooner or later you become the monster you create.

In your eyes I have met my fate

And been mastered by it.

A lie is a poor substitute for the truth.

But every thought I have is false.

Would that I could be your pulse.

And go straight to your heart.

How can we concider it a crime?
You father all your excuses
Won't you string us a line?

You're walking tall, you step up to the line
I'm not a patient man but you're no saint
The ball is in your court this time.

Tears run down your face
Now you've found a place
The saddest goodbyes are the best
Now you've found a home.

It's sad we never got to know each other.
Beneath that grime lies sterner stuff
It's not enough, this time.
I wish it were.

Do you cry, regrets?
The last goodbye is best
So turn your back and rest
And we will drive you home.

Take me to the rock that is higher than I
The waves dash against my feet
And the winds give voice to the storm
Where you and I used to come and meet.
But we shall meet no more.
Take me to the rock that is higher than I
There we shall gaze out to the sea
And hold hands through the dawn.

Beneath the black of his success
He's not drowning in a carcrash
He is wallpapered to the nation
And hollowed by inflation
If his ego can stand the rest
We'll throw a party bash

Would that I had your
Sterile outlook.
To cleanse away frustration
At long hours
Whittling providence
Away, until the fence
Provides a path for my feet.
And a horison to greet.

Sometimes
The screen flickers
And I wonder
What fragile reminders
Of the thoughts of the past
Skittering across its
Snow-blind face
Shall I revisit today?

Jesus had to die.
The disciples wondered why
He told them many times
But they were thick
And it didn't stick
So they ran for their lives.

We cooled our feet
In the stream of silence
And left violence
In our rippling wake.

We fell asleep
In a field of sunshine
We knew that sometime
We must awake.

For they that dream
In the midday heat
Will trail dusty feet
Down to the lake

And there we play
Until evening
Which sees us returning
On our way.

Haven't posted in far too long, but I haven't been completely idle.

An Easter Song.

Where were you when they crucified my Lord?
Where were you when they crucified my Lord?
Were you washing at the stream?
Only He can leave you clean.
So where were you when they crucified my Lord?

Where were you when they hung Him on the cross?
Where were you when they hung Him on the cross?
Weere you searching for your way?
Only He can make it plain.
So where were toy when they hung Him on the cross?

Where were you when they villified His name?
Where were you when they villified His name?
The sun was turned away
And the sky wept with shame.
So where were you when they villified His name?

Where were you when we crucified my Lord?
Oh where were you when we crucified my Lord?
Were you standing in the crowd
When we hurled the insults out?
So where were you when we crucified my Lord?

An Evening Stroll.

The wandering highlights of your hair
Caress the city air,
Distilling breath to laughter.
As we douse the fires of the ratrace
With the flowing country landscape
And no thought spared to after.

The cobbles wend a crooked path
Until atlast
The looming light canopy parts
To soothe our souls
We watch unfold
The stellar spiral dance.

The glimmering highlights of your hair
Caress the fragrant air
Distilling breath to laughter
Tonight indeed
Are spirits freed
With no thoughts spared to after.

In the land of debate
The one-eyed man is king.

It often makes sense at the time
But afterwards the pain reminds you of sense

Clearance to gaze out to the stars
Coming in for landing
We behold the heavenly beauty
At our fingertips
Tis nice to lie into the hillside
And stare back at the universe.

I'll polish up my soles
And leave them full of holes.

I am employed to be
The lab vulture.

While the small tethered boy
Flocked merrily to the plane
His eyes alighted like the springing rain
The slumbering mind-sloth shared
His stinging pain
Beneath the happy shadows
At the dock by the narrows.

With his feet so gentle
And his aptitude so quick
He delivered himself with nary a flick
Of the porcine jaws licking
The corpulent corpse
The past was sticking
Beneath the happy shadows
At the dock by the narrows.

Arg. I berrate you Matthew. Laziness is no answer. Official edtings for the book started this day.

Sometimes finding what the answer is, is more important than what the answer is.

Sarah gave a smile
As she snicked the time-card
She liked to play games
And didn't like to work hard
Which is OK
Cause' the boy down the way
Was giving her the eye
She'd wander by
And trick him into her slave.

Line up by lightning
Flares you illumine
The rain-tears soaking
Your face, cloaked in human
Emotions outspoken
Like the birds that glide high
Above the lightning strikes.

Toil and pavement
Washes away
Laughter and sunshine
Gone for the day
Were we to capitulate
We'd run away
And hide behind our latee'

My mind is a minefield.

It's interesting you find the time
To mime appologies
That's not allowed
So strange to think, it's so sublime
To rhyme it back to me
But I'm no clown

To fall for your unending grace
Your face betrays the lie
It's not a game.....

Natural Man

If his thoughts were of glory
Then his eyes told the story
When he would win no more he
Would never give in

To whom it may concern:

Occasion is on
Location is the Cliffs
Time is 6 PM Friday
Invitation youth
Barbeque is there
Food to bring is good
Drink also
And fun
Be prepared for water fun
And volleyball
And more fun.
And such.
Late notice etc.

Sometimes
I strike up conversations
And forget how to say
Anything at all.

The Warfare of the Wandering Eye.

So she starts to cry
And I look her in the eye
"Hey baby I'm only looking"
But in my mind I lie.

You want to take me on?
You want to start the fight?
You are going down my friend
Cause I'm wrestling with the arms of Christ.

Mire, Mire on the Wall

Through the window
I can see
The better half of me.
But if it doesn't show
You won't know
But I'll never tell you.

Ticking Over

On the banks of hesitancy
You sit there skimming stones
In the shade of earth's old bones

I can see you even when I dream

When you're on the track
There's no looking back
Take a chance
You've put it in your pocket
Between the limelight
And the midnights
You've made a change
You got what you wanted.

Finger weaver strands together
Flax and fibre with the timbre
Of steel and stones, rocks and bones
Hold the gold
Glitter, glitter
As the rain goes
Patter, pitter
On tinny roof, so aloof
To industry surrounding me
Of steel and stones, rocks and bones

Taller than Planets.

We are just aliens
In this tiny world
Fingers curled
Flag unfurled
Salute the stars

The glittering day begins
Hidden by cloud
A holy shroud
Screaming loud
As night flees past

We kick them in the shins
These lowly sentients
How convenient
Our fiery temprement
Demands a sublter art.

In a time of sunsets
The sun kisses the earth
And blushes

Computer Love

It's a sad change
That's come over us
You're eyes have died

In a static whisper
A gentle surrussus
Inside you are burning.

Long Time No Post


If you just read
She is falling apart
Between the lines.