A day without the Good Book
A day pettering out to inconsequence

Don't take fright
It's just nervous knees
Out in the night

Don't call today a lie
Simply waiting in the wings
Before I learn to fly
I'll have to pause for better things

Growing into It

She's in a adult's body
Peering out from grown up eyes
She doesn't fill all the spaces yet
She's growing into it

He was content

Simon says:
im startin to feel the only one
Simon says:
who gets sad
Simon says:
when people turn love into like
Simon says:
cause the day will come
Simon says:
when 'like' just doesnt cut it
Simon says:
and 'care for' falls far short
Simon says:
and that's when love
Simon says:
dances onto your lips
Simon says:
and its not trying to make itself sommink special
Simon says:
because
Simon says:
its just filling the hole
Simon says:
that is made by the specialness
Simon says:
that is there already

In all things
I submit to Him
Who is all and in all
May He grant me wisdom
Strength to head His call
In all things
May I give Him glory
Amen.

"You wear your life on your lips"

When I'm down
Go in for the kill

Cryspace

Silences and ringing bells
Where one plus one is one
Sadnesses and sleeping pills
You end up just where you belong
It's all right
It's all right
Caring is supposed to hurt

Absences and smokescreens
Easier than speaking your mind
Don't say what you don't mean
You've got to be cruel to be kind
It's all right
It's all right
Love is doing your worst


Two hands
One night
It's all right

Questions

It's an innocent thing
A few words hauled aloft
By a question mark
Hanging there, quite unaware
Of the mounting cost
That anchors the answer in silence

Nothing more than a question
Nothing less than his soul
He would shed the words like a tear
Or rip himself in two
To sustain the illusion of silence

Year's End

When all is said and done
When rubbishbins teem
With used speech notes
I'm glad I got to know you guys
It is a priviledge.

MWhahahah

Empty halls, quiet classrooms
One teacher alone
With a stereo
Sending sound dancing through the hallways
PLAY MUSIC LOUD!!


P.S. - doof doof.

I believe in the certainty
Of second hand sunrises

It seems God has His own way
Of teaching me patience

To Describe A Feeling

It's like being at the beach jumping waves when a massive wave you didn't see sweeps you off your feet and hurls you under the water. You mouth is full of sand and salt, you don't know which way is up, and you are struggling for air.

It's like you are a piece of a puzzle yet to be completed. You wait there alone and unattached, occassionally you lose a part of yourself as the puzzle Solver shapes you into the piece that will fit where you need to be.

It's like walking around with part of yourself missing, there is a hole in you that is only full of aching. And every fibre of your being longs for the missing part.

It's like being punched in the stomach while being hurled to the ground and stomped on.

It's like waking from a nightmare into another nightmare, till you aren't even certain you are awake when you finally do wake up sweating and terrified.

It's like being in a windowless cell so long you forget the feel of sun on your face, the taste of light in your eyes. So long that you wonder if anything is real beyond the cold stone of your prison.


Or something.

Emo out.

You found the words your youth snapped up
But it's not until you place down your cards
That the bluff becomes reality.

Bravery
Is acknowledging your fears
Then asking them to take a seat.

Standing here
In your dust
An odd kind of shower

Every day you wake up
Just as much a fool
Only some days it doesn't sink in

Stay awake to break the habit

It's all fun and games
Until someone loses a dream

The difference is...

He's fixing everything
In His overtime
Tomorrow's just around the bend
And we will shine
And we will shine

Freezer Burn

She is paper in clumsy fingers
Cuts shallow and often
I guess you both have that in common
Packed like frozen fish fingers
In a frosty cardboard box
Your royal highnesses
Do your thrones have locks?

You came to save us
From yourself
It would have worked
But you kept getting
In the way

She was something very special
The kind of memories that stick
I guess you both have that in common
Like a knee in delicate places
No one knows what makes you tick
Well I do but I won't say
It's my only decent trick

Bam a Llama

I don't recommend this
Unless you want spit in your eye
Llamas get offended easily.

Call a coffee or a cake
Neither will pick up
They haven't any hands
What would they do with fingers?

Shakes Fist Menacingly

Say no to drugs
We have an hour or two
Before it's time to live
Join the dots
But not with chemicals
If you follow my drift
I don't.

Strangers for now
In the trenches we bow
Over our cigarrettes
I won't soon forget
The movies made it sound
So terribly sad
I'm not.

Even the motorist passes
Shakes fist menacingly
Treat it like a wave
The day is long ahead
You don't want to tire
Your middle finger out
I won't.

Phone booth
Oil spilled
In purposeful
Chaos
A thousand words
Phone booth

Bedroom Decorating

He puts the walls in perspective
Straight up and down
Except for the bits
Where air from the next room
Falls over
The round holes are for hanging
The square holes are for walking through
He puts the walls in perspective
Then covers them up with bits of him

I said to be embarrassed
I guess I never listened
Picking up stones like memories
Putting them in pockets with holes
Let gravity sort them out

I thought of being sad
But the sun came out anyway
Funny like the feel of sound on skin
What does it matter if you won't sit
And enjoy the ride?

Come on

Come on crazy love
Let's go and swing it
My my my
Standing at the threshold
Enjoying the view
As the sun pokes holes
In the clouds

Come on silly girl
You and me make two or three
Sigh sigh sigh
We can harmonise
Embarrass all our parents
And embrace
At all the wrong times

A log jam
But we can
Fly fly fly

Come on crazy love
Let's take the overpass
My my my
Look down on all the people
Squeezed in tiny cars
Like play dough
Under the stars

Log jam
Headlights
Eat the sky

Come on crazy love
Cut away the ropes
Bye bye bye
Leave our feet behind
We won't need to walk
When the sun pokes holes
In the clouds

It's only beside the truth
That lies actually seem to darken

Some things never wash away
Would you go back?

I just wish
I knew
Which way
Is up

Find

I can't find it
I don't know what I've lost

The Item

Cast: Narrator
Peasant Andrew
Terrible 3 headed fire breathing Deacon
King Bill
Knights of the session table



Narrator: A long long time ago, back when the congregation was still young, the land was ruled by a wise and benevolent king named Bill. Bill would often ride out from his castle and warmly greet his loyal subjects.
Bill: Hi
Narrator: One day, while Bill was sitting on his throne, Peasant Andrew came in from the countryside and threw himself down before the king.
Andrew: Oh King Bill! We need your help. A terrible three-headed fire breathing deacon is rampaging through the countryside, taking everything from your loyal subjects!
Narrator: King Bill was deeply moved by the terrible plight of his subjects. So he summoned forth his mighty Knights of the Session table.
Sir Richard the Schmidt
Sir .... (names to be added)
And the aptly named, Sir Not appearing in this skit.
And sent them forth to slay the Deacon.

Bill: Go.

Narrator: So the knights rode forth across the land, and soon enough they came across the terrifying
3 headed deacon burning through the countryside..

Deacons (3 under a sheet with heads stikin out): Burn! Arg! Etc!
One of the knights: Cease your plunderings evil creature!

One of the knights: Cease your plunderings evil creature!
Deacons: Why?
One of the knights: The tithe has turned against you!
Deacons: Run away.
Knights: Yay.
Narrator: THE END.

Suddenly
Nothing has changed

What does it mean
To be living
The wrong life?

Confessions
Retrace your steps
Woodsman, captain
Tell us what's left
It's a miracle
We are still talking.

Second hand flowers
Means nothing to you
But the earth to me
I'll let you know
When I let them go
Let your finger do the walking.

Sometimes you can't have
What you want
And sorries won't make you
Not cry
So what is the point?

At least the weather
Knows how to feel
Not sure what day it is
I guess I'll remember
What I missed tomorrow.

Second Class Citizen

stand in line speak in time
one day your turn will come
you second class citizen
the world is your second hand oyster
it's still got some shine

When the weight
Melts off your shoulders
Fly

The difference between falling out of a tree and falling out of love

1. The things you hit actually slow your fall.
2. There is the ground beneath to stop you.

My heart's got momentum

Whisper as I close my eyes
The sound of two lids
Joining hands
And hugging a solitary tear.

Bullet Proof
I wish I was
So long sometimes the pins
Reconstruct the inner lie
Learn to smile
For a minute there
I had it down pat
But it slipped away

Yay!

My friend got married!

Yay!

I wonder
I guess
I just
Want to find
The other half
Of me.

Find the seed
You buried it
Too early
And now the ground
Has frozen

There is no smile
But that which ends in tears

Every string waits
Strands woven together
To be broken

Brackets

You've changed
But you're still the same
Moved on
To the another place
That's no different
But strange
In so many ways
What's in a name?
When you find magic
You do.

For once in my life
I'd like to be more
Than the thing
Tacked on at the end.

It's that old familiar feeling
The music has stopped
And I'm the last one standing

It's nothing. Just
Another day
Painted over
Yesterday

Smile

I'm trying.

Seal it in
Too much too long
So like everyone
Not crying
Just leaking at the seams

I haven't forgotten
How to smile
I just can't remember
Why

Brittle

The Waves

Close to forgiven
So close to the past
Closed like the door never was
Life has this way
Of threading the needle
So it's buried in a haystack in your soul
A breath of forgiveness
Itself incomplete
Why do words pack up and go every time?
Go run the numbers
It's where the waves meet
The sand only serves to remind

Oh won't you sing me a song
I promise won't be for long
Even the brightest stars
Can't burn forever
It will keep me alive till you're gone

Close to forgiven
So close to the past
Closed like the look in your eyes
It's tough, I remember
To blink, I forget
If I ever didn't feel it inside.

You know you had something
By the look in your face
You feel it when they
Take it away.

When you are stuck in a hole
The future only looks bright
When you are looking up

Full Circle

It doesn't always go this way
But sometimes it has to
When tomorrow settles
In trust and ashes.

I guess even tomorrows come
Sometimes

If you were a pretty butterfly
I do not think that you could fly
All your spikey armour would
Keep your feet on ground for good.

I spell worse than a skunk with a cold.

Rhymes and sounds kinda trippy. Or something.

Peace is hard to find
Pieces of my mind.

Now I know why 'Idiot' begins with an I

Find the space to say hello

I used to like
The colour of sadness
The feel of cold lips
Pressed against the pain
I used to know rain
Like friendship
Or the back of my hand
I used to.

Spoon fed
Puppy lead
Splash the pools
Don't get wet

A Phonecall

Bvvvt Bvvvt

Bursting from the blue
Cellphone marching slowly
On microscopic feet
Wrap it in quick hands

Bvvvt Bvvvt

Feel the fragile heartbeat
"Hello?"
A statement. A question
Drifting back through the ether
Seconds hang thickly
Like melting wax
"It's Peter"
Wax pools into a smile
"Hello"

You
Paint yourself in corners
And you
Leave so little room
To breathe
To think
To be
You.

He will take you riding in his car
He won't ask questions
Just let you hang your hair out
Like you did when you were young
He will take you places where you want to go
But where you never wanted to be
Let night time hide your memories
You wanted one more chance
To make every bad thing good
To leave you in these rougher woods
It freezes sometimes at night.

It's over my head
A pool so deep
The ground has eaten
Up the sandy bottom
Splash
Watch the light die
Watch the fish fly
I wish I
Could swim.

Roll on
Grey Cadillac
Sleek suburban crocodile
Slide through tar-seal rivers
Purring tires
Friendly winds
Ruffling faces
The muffled grunt
Of a well-fed beast
And off round the bend

Why is emptiness so heavy?

Did you give up on you somewhere?
Decide it was the thing to do
Nobody seems to care
So it's only up to you
Just a tiny little night
Kill that tiny little light
The shadows are too small to see.

Hellos are the saddest goodbyes
When you use your heart for string
To tie him up so tight
Because you are letting go
You can't just let him go

Roll your eyes to sleep
It's not a lie between the sheets
Love is measured out
Why do you murder your doubts?
It's freedom that you seek
So you won't admit you're weak

A single little night burns
Hard against the curtains
Of your smoke-damaged heart
You say you won't look back
But you've only got eyes
On the back of your head

I'm sorry if you hate me
For not letting you just sleep

Life
Too heavy
To breathe

They say
You think with your brain
But I can't think anyway
Cause my heart's not in it.

Wow

As of this post. I have posted as many poems/posts in this year alone
As I did in every single other year to date.

I would like to thank my students for inspiring be back into poetry, it's been a huge pleasure and sometimes a huge pain. But I hope I'm a slightly better person for it.

I'm sorry I couldn't be there to collect my award in person, my agent will be dropping by to pick it up right after he runs the kids to school.

Thanks heaps.

And to celebrate: A silly (lame poem)


MORNING HAS BROKEN

Morning has broken
Somebody dropped it
Making the coffee
For waking them up
I am not paying
So they can replace it
Morning has broken
It wasn’t my fault

Sweep up the pieces
And maybe try glue it
When that fails, bin it
Or blow it all up
Because it’s so useless
In small pointy pieces
Morning has broken
Like a cheap china cup

Morning has broken
Why didn’t they listen?
I told them to put it
Well out the way
I reached for the kettle
Bumped it with my elbow
Morning has broken
What a horrible day.

He held his breath
Through all these years
And prayed
One day
She'd finally come true.

I... I... I...
The hardest lie
I never left unsaid

Confusion
Is exhaustion
With his hood
Pulled low

I seem to have lost
My bubbling laughter
Have you seen it?

One of life's real pleasures
Hugging a mug in chilly fingers
Letting the violent cold leech away
And watch the prayers for a good day
Rise with the gentleness of steam.

In dreams it seemed the perfect solution
But dreams always evaporate like the real thing
Leaving a half-glass of emptiness
And shadows in a sun-tired eye

It's a small thing
A thought that slides
Between each deep breath
Hanging on like
It's the most natural thing
All the brooms dusting cobwebs
Won't shake it down
My badge of sadness

Lessons

Seeing the joy
Of small blessings
It tastes of happiness
And salt.

We all lose our slippers sometimes
And the steps are slick with frost
Prince charming isn't always on his way
Before we realise what we've lost

Midnight arrives with grim precision
Cuts like a knife through butter dreams
But the dance was so enticing
Though the dress has tattered seams

A pumpkin's all you need of freedom
When magic trickles through the air
Don't let hope slip through your fingers
Just from waiting, scrubbing stairs.

Meh

An eternity
Crouching disguised
As a syllable.

Eternal sunshine burns
I blink and look away
I couldn't see for tears
Anyway.

Please don't hide
I'm no good at hide and seek

Even if you don't believe in me
I'll never stop believing in you.

I wonder if this
Is how sand feels
As the salty waves
Leech away
And leave it
High and dry.

You could rule the world
You could rule the world
Take nothing from everyone
And rise as certain as a mountain
But you don't want that do you?
You'll show them, I know you will
Bundling up nerves and singing heart
You'll show them, so weak-strong and incomplete
And me the gravel ground beneath your feet

They say a bird in the hand
Is safer than one over head
But an arrow through the heart
Leaves you safest and dead.

she's so sad
she never even saw the lights
it's not guilt
but the way she folds her papers
or leaves them on the ground
its like losing parts of her

How do you know you're all grown up?
Do they send you a certificate?
Is there wine and flowers and cutting cakes,
Cameras and firm handshakes?

How do you know you're all grown up?
Is there an exam that you can sit?
Maybe there's a licence with your mugshot on it?
Or maybe you feel all adult for just a little bit.

How do I know when I'm all grown up?
My problem is grave you see
Of all the grown up things that I could be
I've only ever been me.

Hope always dawns
Sadness only sets

Old Hellos

Through the slippery sliding dark
A glimpse of jacket, tuft of hair
Familiar walk, Eyes drift through memories
And pull over. Cross the sleepy street
It's time to refresh old hello's.

Awkward

Silence
Plays on silken strings
No one
Says anything

Thick Skull

Language bounces
Ping-pong words
Dull cow gaze
Me

Windows of Lost Hope

Surely life was more than
Lying naked to a stranger
Watching as the glass eye
Slowly drains your soul
Blink,
Dispell the mists of dream
Dig beneath the surface scars
Hope is so much more than light,
Than filling the black hole.

Patience

Just because you find the will to wait
Doesn't mean you no longer have to.

How do you know
If your eyes see true
When your heart keeps
Getting in the way?

A Strange Goodbye

Even these tears
That you cried
Will be dry
When you get home.

Your cheeks
Will carry
A remembering
When you get home.

A heavy heart
With words unsaid
Carry to bed
When you get home.

I will carve
Your sharp name
Just the same
When I get home.

Division

Tearing up the dream
Wild dogs and savage jaws
What is left?
Hanging limp from bloodied teeth
Death.

Goodbye

I cried last night
They lit a candle to your name
They took it up and out of sight
It died beneath the quiet dark
We gathered, held by frozen hands
And shared our tears and aching hearts.

Don't worry
Trust God
He won't let her
Get lost in the dark
He will wrap her up
In arms so sure and strong
She will sleep safe, secure
Though the night cold and long

God is patient
Maybe one day
I'll be patient too

Find the one silitary place
In the roaring river
Where you can set both feet
Firmly on happiness

How can you hear the calling
With your fingers in your ears?

Camera

I could pace this hall
A thousand years
Maybe if I retrace
My weary steps
Just one more time
I could recapture the moment.

Heart

Fade from the war
It's already cut in two, You're
Punch drunk in love with a dream
On thin ice and falling through.

Inconsequential madness
The series of inevitabilites
Steps leading inexoribly
Onwards, upwards
Off a cliff.

I am going to go now
And fold myself up
Into an oragami heart
So atleast the cuts
Won't lie.

Thoughts Out

Feel it, juices swirling inside
The blender's running, mudslide
Don't slip, don't trip don't take a fall
It's only down from here, dirt and all
It tastes like success
But evaporates like dreams

Scared in embalming silence
Sounds that do you violence
Singing like a soul unleashed, released
You're not invited to the feast

Walk it all off, you can't afford the puncture
Can't afford to go off, jail door sliding shut you're
Sitting treading water, Blowing like a leaf
In a spine-freezing gale, fragile wings freed
No guilty hands, no leaden feet
But God is in the wind now
And you are sifting like the wheat

Distance

The seperation
That lets your eyes
Focus

Wait
Weight

The sun set
Like an atom bomb
And I had front row seats

The past is the dreams of the future

Lack of Wisdom

I know nothing
But the inside
Of my own shoes.

Children laugh and play in the dusty street
Adults hide in the shade and count their aching feet.

Tears

Sometimes
Tears
Are the overflow
Of a heart
Full to bursting

Sometimes
Tears
Are liquid smiles
Leaking out
Of happy eyes.

Smiles

Painted on the face
Worn on the heart

A good evening
Remember the cost
Of being who you are.

Where do we stand?
It's all lines in the sand
The sea washes it all away
If we only wait long enough

Don't be fooled
It will be the same
The next time and the next
Running your name
Through the mud

Ice
Is N-lessly
Nice

Dance where the rivers collide
Place your feet in the fire
Music will carry you through

Time is heavy

Over and Up: Thanks

Such a year it has been
Like a subterranian dream
Life has spun out its threads
And here I am stuck
Like a spider in his own web
So many people make it special
And comb their beauty through and through
Met some new ones, seen some old ones
And learned much of myselfness too.
Then there are a precious few
Like golden filament strung through
My tatterdermalion web
If I said all I can,
It would be not enough said
Suffice to say
Thank you. Meeting you
Has made my year
Has made my life
Something special, something new
You are each a single golden tear
Dappling on my foolish cheek
The simple fact, you being near
Has rendered me content, complete.

It Was Me

It was we merry fools who set
The noontide devil free
Was it pride or was it folly?
Wearing strength upon our sleeves
Hiding weakness in our hearts.

It was I who looked and fled
From safety's stately bonds
Beneath the dawn of troubled sky
Pregnant curling fronds
Pulling gently me apart.

It was we foolish ones who took
The world into our sorry hands
Breathing hard with eagerness and shook
Our very heartsblood out in straggling bands
Titanic from the very start

Oh stary night of eyes so bright
How we long to look on you once more
With clean unfettered gaze
Oh hallowed moon in lushness looming
Like the sun upon our darkened days
What have we become?

It was we merry fools who turned and set
The noontide devil footloose, free
Who turned upon ourselves to seek
A happiness that could never be

Eyes

Feeling blue
One and one
Makes two

There were lights in the sky
That time way back when
Hope blossomed eternal
And hung twinkling in the ink
Life hung easy on our shoulders
We were who we still are
Statues in the rain

Don't fade into the clinging mists
Or be swallowed up by uncertainty
Put the green eyed monster down

Sermon

I cannot find
The pure mind
Distractions
Sneak right in

We are children
You and I
Holding hands
Against the moment
To scared to watch
The seconds die

Ball

Trust the dance
Your feet know what to do

Heartbeat

Alone, alone, alone
The muffled thump
His still beating heart
Ringing through his bones

Alone, alone, alone
The rhythm of isolation
He sat and counted
Every solitary second

Alone, alone, alone
Warm blood rushing
Cool veins, like chill wind
Through his hollow home

Alone, alone, alone
A clock keeps steady track
Not one second passes back
Hear the solid, saddened tone.

Alone, alone, alone
The muffled whisper
The smile of a lost child
Forevermore. Alone.

Sometimes what you want
And what you want
Are two opposite things.

To Catch A Dream

Fall asleep so slowly
Swimming through silk
Tasting the day's retreat
On the buds of the minds eye
Roll us all another one
You make the paper stick
Better than most
Head lolling hard against
The scatter-grain boards.

What passes for humour in these parts
Is the taste of sad tomorrows.

Taste the marrow of the sun
We'll burn for it before we're done
But wasn't it delicious fun
Run the run, run the run
Footsteps racing for the gun

A ball

Had a ball
Had a ball

Find a way
Faithfullness
On the stones
Your feet find you on

Jerusalem under a setting sun
Troubles melt like springtime
Bathed in the new and old
I let the sand pile up in my room.

Tread the streets in sandaled feet
Smile at everyone you never meet
Buy bread under a tent
My house is made up of bones

Sealed with a bronze kiss
She fights fires in her spare time
And turns gold into lead
Dragging her heels like a champion.

I found a whole hat full crazy.
Whoopee.

All talk and ossified
We retread the same ground tonight
Step on in, slip on knives
There's fresh blood if you need it.

So eager to prove
How much you suck
With nothing to lose
And noone to choose
You choose not-you.

We broke and froze in place
I was lost in the shadows in your eyes
You were trying just to hide the time
Afraid that mirror would break

You remind me of someone so far away
Still reeling like a shattered drunk
Still feeling like a tattered dump
Hiding hurt in what you say

It's inside out
And back to front
Sweater girl
Your tag is showing
You hope you're going
On a train
On a plane
But you can't outrun
The pain.

Some people give up on themselves
When things get hard
But you never believed in you
From the very start.

All dressed up for a walk
That car cut you down low
Sliced your way through the glass
Shook you up and took you down

Now look you're such a mess
Hanging half apart half intact
All dressed up for a walk
There's no looking back.

A gimpy poem that I don't really like

Sow the seeds to life
Holding still inside the light
Back and forth tonight
A heart is pacing out of sight
Behind the statue, beside the knife.

It's not enough
To smile and wave
And carry the shovel
A hole to hell.

Spider spider
Spinning webs
Through the night
Wrap me up
Safe and tight

The Devil knows
When the door
Slides slowly closed
He shuffles his feet
And smiles from the shadows.

Don't be afraid
God hangs over you
Like a cloud of promise
The certainty, inevitability
Of a first kiss.

And behold the sons of the yeast
Didst rise up against the sons of Israel

Riding off into the sun
Won't keep you warm forever.

Brain Block

He could no more ply words
Than think thoughts rich and deep
To note the oils of a moment
When indecision falls asleep

The Doubt

He visited him in the doubt
When the day brought
All the old daggers out
On the fleece
Between the trees
The rain
Was falling.

Wash yourself
From the past
The clinging mud
Slips off
Bathe in the river
He pours the wine
Come and be cleaned
Be warmed be filled
Wash yourself
From the past
And go on
As light.

Well the war's coming
Showering down like moondust
Radiating happiness and guns
Happiness and perfect circles
Bombs make children run for cover
Bare feet running through the streets
Like startled deer have no fear
No one's gonna make ends meet

Well the war's coming
It takes our men and spits out
Perfect little machines
Weapons in their heads and guns
They'll kill us all before they're done
But don't be sad they won't feel bad
It's all the brainwashing they've had
Shoot up a family and back home for tea
Life in a warzone's such a treat.

Well the war's coming
Peddling food like gold and jewels
People lining up like painted fools
So so easy, blow them greasy
Win the war and take the oil
Win the war and take the victory
Maybe hang it up there on the wall
That way everybody wins
Because it's the memories that count
And dead people don't remember.

Walkway to a Smile

It shines like justice
Through bits and pieces
Trusts and doubts
Cross my heart
And know I'll smile
Next time you and I
Cross eyes.

It's dark in that cold corridor
Why won't you come on in?

I wish I could wake up in the morning
At peace
In pieces
It would be worth it.

What is an Eagal?

He folds his socks
Like he will never wear them again

Green tea with ginger and lemon and a dash of honey

Is like drinking a hug.

Sometimes my heart swells
Like a lead balloon

Some things are hard:

Opening Up
Letting Go
Saying Goodbye

Sit there waiting
For the blow
The suckerpunch

When all is made clear
Trust is baring wrists
For the bloody knife

Yet trust is
The EXIT sign
The fire escape
The rickety bridge
To hope and life.



Some things will be hard.
And they always were and are
Rubbing palms on rough wood
The price is splinters
For warmed hands.



Feel the spaces inbetween
The thoughts defining life and dream
How much of last night's imaginings
Are todays relentless fears?

Why are thoughts
So relentlessly confusing?

Time makes fools of us all

Star singing
Preserves the quiet night.

Handshakes
Family dies in housefire
Truck crosses the desert plain
Laughter
Missiles destroy neighbourhoods
Children starve in Africa
Calm
Hurricane flattens city
Earthquake shatters lives
Outside
Inside.

Hidden

Under the makeup
Beneath the eyeliner
Through the skin
Tears are hiding
Clear and pure
Glistening like
Drops of heaven
Heaving against
Their silken prison
Under the false-face
The real one is crying
But she won't let
Those tears run free
She won't let
Them turn and see
How deep the wounds run.

Don't give up
Walking in the sunlight
Just because
It hurts your eyes.

Broken Compass

It's hard being
A broken compass
Point hanging askew
People ask
"Are you OK?"
You lift your steely gaze
And say

"I'm a broken compass
I can't do nothing right!
What is the point?"

But you're still you
Point hanging askew
All steel and cold
And hurting through and through

You just need to be held
In a warm hand
Reattached and realigned
And you'll be drawing
Perfect circles again.

Skirt the edge
Flirt disaster
One slip up
One foot wrong
And you are falling
Tumbling down
The rabbit hole

You are my strength.

Celebrities

We cut them
And hate them
For not bleeding gold.

Untitled

It tastes like summer
And smells like rain
It punches holes
All through your brain
Addition to the
Sweeter pain
Do it again
Do it again
I dare you!


Smile like you mean it
Or atleast pretend
To pretend to care
Bulletproof and battlescarred
Trigger shy and scared
Cut me down
Shoot me up
You know I'll risk my arm again.

Or something

It's not that I don't trust you
I just care too much to see you hurt.

Broken dream heart scream
Shake hands with the devil
Don't think I won't worry
About you.

Heartstop moment.

Painting

Pouring emotions
In clotting colour
Against the textile weave
Of bleached white
The trusting touch
Of brush on canvas
Carressing, smoothing
Blending one feeling
With another
A tapestry in acryllic
The quiet sounds
Of a toddler amused
By the game of the world.

There is a friend
Whose face is as round
As the whole world
He smiles like
A dawning day

He walks on water
When the times is right
To pluck me helpess
From the waves

His reflection stands
Time's acid test
His footsteps,
Africa's migrating herds
Reliable, unstopable

His touch
Is of a butterfly
Come to roost
Purring in your heart.

Gutterball
Who to call?
Dang it all!

Pheph.

What heavy sadness
To sleep and not to dream
To flee the conjurings
Of your own conflicts
Is heaven escape?
A flight to oblivion?
Or being reborn
Reshaped
A life of living.

The curse of an overactive imagination...

Good Thing it doesn't Rest on Me

There aren't enough hours in the day
To pray all that I need to pray
There arent enough seconds
For bringing in heaven
When life's being lived in the shade

If the Spirit is here
Why are there so many shadows?

In the middle of the night
The broken taxi cab of desire
Flags down passing motorists
Nobody has jumper cables.

The Price

So often
The guilt we suspect in others
Is just our own reflection,
Jesus was so right
When you see a splinter in someone else
Beware of the log in yourself.

The future's coming on
The heartbeat of a searchlight
Punching through clouds
Where deceptions shed
Their store of angry tears
And shuffle reluctantly
Quietly into the corner
Stare it down if you must
The future's coming on.

Sorry cast in iron
Watch it sink.

Freedom flies
On golden feathered wings
Watch the eyes
They are the center of everthing

It shines through the clinging clouds
Of grim despair
It glows through the long night
Of selfish lies
It holds true no matter
How the ground trembles
I can set my life by it
Though the storms threaten
My North-star
God's love.

In jars of clay
Hide your insides
Warts and all
And maybe one day
I will come
When you call
It's not what you say
But what you do
When you fall
That patterns your name
Gently deeply
Warts and all.

Weakness

The unwillingness
To use the strengths of others
When you need help.

Bejelly my eyes
With brutal surprse
Stabbity stabbity
Poking inside
Cut with the knife
Slowbackstab excise
The wobbly jobbly
Hiding inside

There are people
Lining up for plastic
Happy like a painted smile
See them coming
In sharp like clockwork
Happy like a painted smile

Do they look out
At the people looking in?

The sun's playing games with your hair
Hide and seek, makes the week
Seem some how stretched out
And shortened all at once
Like time flows in two directions

Breakout
Turned about
Rocking like
An ocean in a bottle
You got all you want
And now you want out?

Tasteful
Terrible
Queen and everything
Piled on ten matresses
Towering through the future
Waiting for the call

Success and laughter
Adopted daughters
Forged family portraits
Too small to listen
Too big to care
Blink and you missed me
Cause I wasn't there.

"Sing with a broken heart
And I will sing with mine"

Hold nothing
Wait for everything
But beware
Empty hands bruise easy.

Sing

Sing to hide your soul
Will I ever win?

Over great empire
Truth and fate collide
We are each one fading
Gathering into barns
To hide with the cows
Will it pass over?
Sapping of the might
The deadly beast is raging
While we are still warm
And nobody knows
Will it pass over?

Sometimes
When you really care for someone
You have to do something
They may hate you for.

Where is the ground?

Am I falling
Or flying?

Respect where God put me
To do best by you
How?

The trap snaps shut
Slowly sapping strength
Slick steel jaws
Jutt justice into
My painfilled appendage
Truth trusts no fools
When the trap snaps shut

Heh.

Finally lived up to
My own advice proper.
Honesty can be brutal tough
Sometimes
But I think the relief
The assistance the love
Is worth it.

And the only thing
That makes it so hard
Is pride.

Defeat

Blank screen
Brown paper
Second-hand guilt
Wasted time
Betrayed faith
New clothes
Coveralls
Clean hair
Cold skin
Sadness at
Sadness lack
Reconstruct
From the start
Defeat
All bets are off.

Preparation

I'm sick to death
Of feeling half prepared
Of getting there and feeling like
I have no idea what Im on about.
Sucks

Lies are not training wheels for trust.

Lies weigh the truth down
Like drunken elephants
That need to be carried home.

My brain
Is soup
At the moment
Tomato

The mind is an unruly charge
At even the best of times
Flitting from place to place
Getting to mischief
Satisfying curiosity
By casually pulling things apart
And leaving them in pieces
In the hallway
Waiting for an unwary foot

Butterfly
Grows
More beautiful
With each
Passing day
Delicate splendor
On gossamer wings

Dadddy don't let
The bad men win
Daddy don't let
The shadows in
Daddy please keep me
Far from sin
Don't let it in
Don't let it in

Music

Anyone who doesn't hate Radiohead
Is a good person as far as I'm concerned

Made me Proud

The longer the night
The more beautiful the dawn

Tired
In body heart and soul
Some days
Come from nowhere
And steal away it all.

No good
Can't be
Friendship?
Maybe
Or not
Probably

Your mind tricks
Itself so slickly
And troubles trickle
Tracks so stickily
Spidering through
Wondering thoughts
Is it worry over nothing?
Is it seeing the end beginning?

Plays on your mind
Doubt and fears
The everpresent
"What if"
Erodes trust
Corrodes patience
Drags the long
Dry afternoon out
After beating it unconscious.

The Storm

Lightning races across
The tar-stained landscape
In untamed exuberance.

Thunder chases after,
Screaming in frustration
At being the slow kid
In the game of tag.

Hail stands by the sidelines
And applauds

The Biggest Fear

Hunting a dream
That you can keep
You take a fall
And hit the street
Blood pooling softly
In your teeth
And here I am.

When the searching
Grinds on and on
You stop and wonder
What went wrong
Was it you then
All along?
And here I am.

Couldn't stand to watch you hit the wall
Couldn't sit there as you waste away
Tell me your reasons, give me a call
You deserve a brighter day
Again

Did you lose yourself
Out there somewhere?
Hurting so bad
You no longer care
Grabbing hold
Hanging on
To anyone

I'm not asking you to throw away dreams
Or to give away living at night
I just hate to see you stumble and bleed
And settle for something less than right

Hunting a dream
That you can keep
You take a fall
And hit the street
Blood pooling hotly
In your teeth
You sit there crying
In your sheets
With tears that never
Reach your feet
And here I am.

Can't stand to watch you hit the wall
I can't just sit there as you fall
Ten suns collapse.
The moon breaks down.
It's not your fault you feel alone
Cold and inhuman to your bones
I stand here waiting like a fire
Where truth and false get put aside
I'll take your hands
I'll warm your hands
You don't even have to smile.

Here we all are
Hoarding our pains
Nobody gains,
Including ourselves
When defeat
Is losing sight
Of the fight
Abandoned on the shelves

Lives in quiet comfort
Between the bedposts and the wall
She keeps love in a pocket
And all her friends on call
They don't party without her
She's the soul of the life
Gave hers up to be alive
With a cup and a glowing cigarette.

I wonder what victory would taste like
In a sandwich..

Some monsters are too big
To fight alone
But sharp teeth
And fierce claws
Won't triumph
Against a multitude

Truth is at it's loudest
When it's from the heart
In all honesty
Honesty is honest from the start

You may not believe it
But I don't believe in miracles
Side of the road
Kiss all your worries good bye
Sometimes you need
To get caught in the rain
Before you realise
You've been hiding till
The sun goes away.

I don't think it's a
Kind of simple yes or no
To go and change
Or stay and grow
Tomorrow's questions
Are too hard to know

I used to dream of floating free
Break the chains, no cost to me
But now I find it's harder
Sometimes consequences just have to be.

One day I woke up a child
The next I was a different man
Cut out from another can
Drifting from the older me
Pain and sorrow change nothing
But the glasses that you use to see

I used to dream of floating free
Break the chains, no cost to me
But now I find it's harder
Sometimes consequences just have to be.

Trust

Small and fragile
Beautiful
A delicate egg of promise
Once broken never healed
Nurture it
Hold it close
To your warm heart
And watch it grow.

I Hate Microsoft

There you are.

Need to vent.

Just lost

EVERYTHING

That I did today for science tomorrow.

Everythign.


3 hours worth of work.

Gone.

Even though i've been saving it as I go.

The program crashes and .... amazingly, all my progress (saves inclusive) have gone down the drain..



MAN I'm annoyed.

And I totally have no time to do it all again.

Oh my children!
Oh precious lambs broken
On vicious rocks!
How I long to bleed for you
Bind up your bleeding wounds
Gather up and carry you
To where
There is life

Oh my children
I bleed for your pain
Your aloneness
Your broken smiles
And empty promises
Every "I'm OK"
Every fear-strained day
Oh my children
Let me help you.

Jesus

God's way of saying
You are forgiven
All of your black sin
And hate and anguish
Go now
Live life alive
And sin no more.

Hollow Girl (The Darkness of the Day)

She sees through the mirror
And through her insides
Breathing through the sound
Of a hidden heart tearing

But she's OK
On the outside atleast
Ink bleeds through her veins
Scribbling out the pain

Turn back the pages
Where it all went wrong
Out in the darkness of the day
And oh so alone

They took from you
What you could never give
In return, only guilt
You made it home, alone.

In the house's echoes
Love is running dry
You're longing out the windows
But they only cloud up

There's a tremor in your eye
Punch drunk on pain
And so alone
Are you one of them?
Are you only skin deep?

Out in the darkness of the day
Out of arm's reach
The ink bleeds black in your veins
You are crying on the phone
And oh so alone.

Love is saying
I want to know you
Cuts and bruises
So you can heal

Tears patter
On dusty panels
The floor doesn't
Quite hold together
Could be the sound
Of a heart quietly breaking

On MSN

Shadow Simon says:
somewhere along the way
Shadow Simon says:
you've lost sight of who you are
Shadow Simon says:
and you lost the words to say
Shadow Simon says:
to let you out, set you free
Shadow Simon says:
somewhere along the way
Shadow Simon says:
you confused your diamonds
Shadow Simon says:
for broken glass

It's hard
Being innocent
Until proven guilty

Looking Back

The house of cards collapsed
She wasn’t there
I sent her far away

But eyes pierce like lies
Holding hands
And crossing tee’s

I knew what she would say

Denial, is a look in the mirror
When your eyes blink closed
You see true

You see through

Just myself, and guilty warmth
Dying embers, dying light
Weak hands

She wasn’t there
I sent her away
I couldn’t care to think
Cannot bear to blink
With reminders plastered up
On those dark walls.

The house of cards came down
The circus was in town
Did you want to go?

Say no and I’ll understand
Even though you won’t

She wasn’t there
Hanging like an angel
From a clothes-hook
I never would have
She wasn’t there!

Why so unsorry?

Replacing love with walls
Only buries you
The house of cards collapsed.

In the quiet of the day
When your mind dwells
On other things
That sin slips under your skin
And stabs the daggers in.

Can you not see
That people would rather
Befriend a person
Than an ideal?

Don't ever be so afraid of letting them down
That you don't even let them in.

Know This

For where I've
Crossed the line
I'm sorry
I meant nothing more
Than the image of God
To reach with love
To the lost and broken
To give encouragement
To the down and out

I am but
A fallen man
At heart
May God strike
Straight blows
With such a
Crooked stick.
Bless His Name
Forever.

Peace

An eventful week.

In such
Is the steel of faith
Forged.

Vulnerable

Trust
Such a little word
To have so much weight
Dangling from its shoulders
A single syllable
And yet such grim fate
Retionships doomed
To never growing older

Trust
The sound of a heart extended
Beating helpless, frantic
A lamb to the knife
It's breaking is friendships ended
A gulf swallows the Atlantic
On the teetering cliff-face
Of a wounded life

Trust
Is the pure undefiled
Reaching out with empty hands
To say "Here I am"
Peeling back the calloused shells
Of half-healed cuts and bruises
Letting the sun shine sweep
Onto private frozen hells
At risk of getting burned.
Trust

It's Funny

How sleep slips through your grasp
Like bear-hugging an eel
Only to mug you when you aren't looking.

Funny how
Life never takes itself seriously

Don't blame me
For sticking up for you
When you don't.

My New Hobby

Starting MSN conversations with lines that rhyme with the person's sign in name

Don't stumble through the darkness
Just to prove you don't need light.

Burdens

Walk alone
Pull your weight
Suffer in silence

Jesus

"Come to me
In your weariness
In suffering silence
I will give you rest"

Mr Goris

Old man on a high hill
The winds of passion whisper still
Hunched and full of things to say
He fills the silence with wisdom

Call the Lost
Sheep Belong
Together

Bleat your pain
We huddle
Keep you warm.

Cut off your feet
To walk
Cut out your tongue
To talk
Cut off your hands
To pull you up

It hurts so much
Why do it?

Eternity

I'm glad I don't have to live
For eternity in a broken world
I think living here forever
A life full of almost-but-not-quite's
Would kill me.

And so the Despicable Slide Into Inanity Continues Unabated

Your face
Smells like shoes
Deal with it!

Women

They are either violent or crazy
Or both
Or all three put together

Follow the eyes
See through the lies.

Dear Sir/Madam

Your face!

That is all.

Christmas is a time
Of bringing everyone together
So they can be reminded
Why they hate each other

Emo Chick

She dresses her mind all in black
And thinks heavy thoughts
She cries because she thinks she should
But the her I think of
Wears a smile.

It's your faults
That make your perfection
So unique

Broken hearts
Angel's wings
Sing to God
Even pain
Is a healing thing

I laugh
You laugh
They laugh
No one shed's a tear
Everyone cries

Lines in the sand
Sand in your eyes
Nobody plays fair

An Evening to Wonder

It's only at night
That quiet sounds come out
The muffled cries of doomed hopes
Swallowed by the dark
Hugging the grim spaces
Between ripe overhead lights.

A rustling, strolling breeze
Whispers through the trees
And passes on
In the heavy distance
A dog howls furiously
At its echo.

It's only at night
I can sit wrapped in silence
Of weighty, slippery thoughts,
To hear the tactile roar
Of the road pushing a car along.
Marvel,
At what delicate perfection
Perches on the shoulder
Of the evening

Only In Dreams

She's only sleeping
Deep and even
The whispers of a life
Still lived
Steam under the hoot
Guilt beneath a furrowed brow
What secrets dance
Beneath fluttered eyelids?

She climbs tall mountains
Especially if you tell her "no"
Bloody knuckles,
Frozen feet
Grim victories
And harsher defeats
But sometimes she only holds
For fear of letting go.

Have confidence
The weak
Are inside out
In Christ

Is he or isn't he?
Only you can see
Yours are the only
Eyes that find him
In the deep gloom
Where the bottles sing
You know the answers
Don't hide in the dark
Is he or isn't he?
That's all I can ask.

Girl
When you push me away
When you don't know what to say
Afraid the darkness will shine through
I'll take a stand for you.

Girl
If it sounds like forgiveness
There's no need to run
There's no starting gun, and no
Prize for pushing through.

Girl
If you ask me to stand back
And watch your sinking ship
I'll dive right in and brave
Those screaming waves for you.

Girl
Forgiveness once offered
Will be received
How can I turn a blinded eye
Onto your hour of need?

Girl
Forgiveness tastes like tears
Like the falling away of years
Salt waterfalling off the gleaming tail
A dolphin breaking free.


You are forgiven
Go in peace.

Every new morning
Is the promise of forgiveness
For yesterday.

I see you there
Scratching away
At the thin skin
Of a new day
It feels like pain
To me.

Why so young and so afraid?
You've time yet before shadows grow brave
And darkness fails to fade
And whiteness pales to grey

Stained blood glues sticky to his hands
The pain of love he understands
Bet too afraid to run from fear
What he has made followed him here
Inside the trenches of his mind
Nobody laughs, nobody cries
Stare out the void of noman's land
To where the broken figure stands
And by the light of falling death
He sees himself for the first last time.

Frightened soldier drops his gun
Before the wore even begun
He runs beneath the falling sun
Beneath the cry "what have I done?"

And so she crouched
Just a stone's throw from happiness
Atleast she could rely on gravity

Slip. The swish of sandals
A silent symphony
That sashays down the sidewalk
With snaking sophistry
So they say, you slip away
To the satis-factory.

Envy

Inside the taste of emerald
That plays on the tongue
All copper and tin
When the green eyed woman steps in
You are trussed like a child
Confused and powerless
Beneath her jade gaze
You are what you have become
Green-fingered and hollow

We all paint pictures
And pose for photos
But if you look close enough
You can really see us.

Humility

Not throwing yourself
In the clinging mud
But the realisation
You've been there all along.

There's no waking up
A child of grace
And thinking
I've done it
I killed the dragon
Spat into the Devil's face
Sit back, relax, sleep

Just see your face
In the mirror gritty
With reality
To see him hiding
Deep in your shadow
Waiting to trip and tear.
And you've still earned nothing
No freedom
No future
No life
But a gift
Grace
The life preserver
That always floats
And never lets go.

He grinned at me
Just now.

The Devil's Grin

The Devil's grin
Is a gaping crater
A deathly hole
Where light rays
Stretch to hold hands
And are swallowed whole.
His laughter the echo
Of stone on bone
Grinding gears of eternity
The certainty of cold

The Devil smiles at me
In spine-chilling moments
I stray footloose
From the rocky path
I can hear his raspy breath
A person being sawed in half
No mirrors, no illusions
Just the certainty of gravity.

The Devil hides, a tiger
With baited breath
And rotting teeth
Stalking, creeping, seething death
Straining at the fraying leash
Snapping like a broken bone
Screaming like a broken heart
Raging like a broken home
He more than all of these
And less

The Devil talks in slippery lies
Eels that bite and paralyse
In poison slowly gripping
Your soul. Drips, dripping
Bleeds you weak and soon for dead
Takes up rent inside your head

And oh the laughing
The hollow echo of stone on bone
Grinding gears of eternity
The clammy cold of certainty,
In the universe. You. Are.
Alone.

The Devil looms over me
Like a mountain to an ant
Only
It's not me he has to beat;
God
Shakes him like a rat
And he flees squealing to the black
All hate, and baited, rotting breath.

Names are like cars
Once you notice one
It seems every man and his dog
Has it.

Teardrop shatters
At the speed of sound
Composure scatters
Like leaves in the wind
Left alone
Your hollow heart
Migrating
To the lump in your throat.

Freedom
Rushing through your hair
Freefall

Fears and Cares

No never
Not ever
No chance
In hell
Give him up?
Pull the other one
Got some other
Joke to tell?

But what if he
Is drowning you
What else am I
Supposed to do
Whatch your slowly
Sink through the blue?
I can't.

No way
He is my
True lifeline
I won't give up
What now is mine
Another way
You'll have to find!

Is gravity not sinking in?
If your lifeline drags you down
Maybe you've got to let go
So you can swim.

I can't.

By the Broken Guide

Have no words
Think away
And yet no thought
Of what to say
Go and throw
The drink away
Not today
Not today

Cannot speak
So I will pray
And live the words
I cannot say
Oh why can't I
When it's so plain
Voice the pain
Make it plain

Still no words
But "Be brave"
"Be strong! Fight on!
Free the slave!"
Blood will flow
And tears will pave
To the grave?
To the waves?

Where the sea
And sand collide
Free the sodden
Thirst parched mind
But what treasure
Will I find?

All that glitters is not gold
All the youth are growing old
Before their time, out in the cold
No one doing what they're told

Have no words
Laugh and play
Have you no thought
Beyond today.
Beyond what other
People say.
Not today
Not today

I'll take you where
There's air to breathe
If you ever
Want to leave
Broken guide and
Haunted dreams
So it seems
So it seems

All that glitters is not gold
Why so young and yet so old?
Have you let your fears grow bold?

I can see
The shadows play
Away in a Manger
Yes, so far away
You wanted in
But not today
I mean,
What would you say?

She dresses herself up
Like a frown
But sometimes
A smile breaks out
Like the sun tearing free
Of clinging clouds

The Nerd

Every morning he wakes up
And boots up his life

Orange on blues
The sun kissed
The earth goodnight
And tucked the sea
In bed.

Even in the dark
I know He holds
Your hand

Wake up
To gentle sounds
Rain tapping on the windows
To say hello

Don't pick and choose
You got the Monday blues

Idiot.

Don't you just hate
Those conversations
Where every word you say
Makes you look more and more
A total Idiot.

Why is my chest so heavy?
Sometimes I swear
I keep hanging weights
On my heart.

They try to pick you up
And slap you in the face
Kick you in the head
Nobody deserves a perfect nose
But the one you had grows
On you

Atleast
In the mirror
When you smile everyone does
Paint the streets in love
And celebrate the endings
Wave your flags and shopping bags

I often put my foot in my mouth
But I find it easier to breathe that way.

Abi

She shines like the sun
Though she looks away
And it hurts
Oh it hurts
Like the birth of the day
The birds will sing
They'll shout in pain
She's beautiful and comatose
And starting to wake.

Driving in cars
Rain fogged windscreen
Cramped legs and squashed music

We may be in mud
But we stand on our own two feet

Taste a smile
Walk a mile
In happiness shoes

What does it mean to be God?

To love the unlovable
To forgive the unforgivable
To listen for our every breath
To walk beside us in pain
To carry us through
The savage waves of defeat
And set our tender feet
Softly on the other side.

You'll tear yourself
Trying to let go
If you insist on hanging on
As well

New Pickup line: Or Something

You have the biggest most beautiful potato eyes I have ever seen...

Shadow-wrapped eyes
And blinking surprise
You haven't slept a wink

She won't cry at night
Because she's scared He's watching
She won't take His hand
Because she's scared He's only faking
Or a fake.

Jesus loves you
This I know
For He came and told me so
He is waiting at the door
What is it you're waiting for?

Jesus loves us
No one can be
Less deserving of it than me
I've stabbed His back repeatedly
And yet...
I'm always forgiven.

Forgiveness is a wakeup
When conscience starts to beep
Forgiveness is a road fork
A different path to keep
Forgivness is a night light
When the shadows start to creep
Forgiveness is a blanket
I lay me down to sleep

And In Breaking News

I decided to nip home for a Nana nap just now. Only as I was hopping onto my bed, I seem to have broken it. Completely. Shattered would be a more fitting descriptor.
Both the one I sleep in and the bunk beneath it.

Oh dear.

Sadness

Sometimes
Tears seem dry
And clog
Like sand in your eyes
So the pain build up
Inside

Sometimes
Time heals no wounds
Yet only fresh blood
Fresh cuts
Make it feel
Alright

Sometimes
You die a little more
When you carry the weight
Of a smile
Of a fake
All night

Sometimes
It's better to cry
Than shed a tear
Though the sand cuts
Though lines on your arms
Run red

Sometimes
It's tough to believe
That He will wipe away
Every tear
When you can't
Find them yourself.

Ear to the ground
Nothing left
But the rounded sound
Swelling air
Beating, hammering
On your eardrum
The bomb went off
The world went down

Sorting Your Schtuff Out

Now I learn why it's better to put everything in books.

Trying to sort through loose leaf bits of pseudo-poetry I have strewn in a huge pile for 'filing' away, and work out what stuff I've copied to my books and/or onto my blog is a rediculous process that is inherrantly not made of win.

With nothing to occupy you
And something on your mind
The days are one long grind.

In a land of dollars
No one sees sense.

Zimbabwe

You shed blood and tears
It amounts to nothing
The bucket has a hole in it
You just get along
That's the problem
You want the whole sandpit
Just let Mugabe have his bit
Too.

We all fall down
Like statues in the rain
We don't admit to pain
As it erodes who we are.

No one paints a ceiling
To watch it burn
But she hangs her head
In the fire.

Strange
The way paving lifts
As though repulsed
At the earth beneath
Or maybe it's from clawing
At passing feet
To drag us down below.

I can pile reality
Up in a heap
But I can't find my keys

Patience is

Remaining
Silent
Still
When the spiders
Are crawling up your back.

Velvet

Wise cracks and ankle shots
I can't get through this door
Take it to the countertop
It beeps as they charge more.
But you say "Go, go
We can't hold back everything
Can't even hold our breaths."

Teen-sad redeemer
Aloof, alone, alive
Chained to your cell phone
It sparkles like a knife
And you say "Go, go!
What you say is what you mean
What you say is death"

Take a sprinkle of laughter
Throw it in the bad
Thunderstruck and bullet-shy
It hurts to stab a good man
In the eye.
And you say "Go, go!
The camera's got our memories
And we can't hold on
We can't hold on."

How Pages are Like the Universe

Sometimes when you try to put
More colour in it than it can hold
It rips.

Sad Teddy

Raise a cry against the gathering
Screaming at those firmly grasped hands
They turn their backs, send their farewells
With store-bought cake and icing words
You are left voiceless and on display.

He won't stand tall
A glowing redeemer
As sunset slowly dies
That doesn't mean he won't
Try.

Just Ended

Possibly the longest month
In a long long time.

You know me

I'd appologise for the world
And mean it.

On the Death Penalty

No death
Death is soft
Let them suffer
Let them bleed
Slowly sinking in the teeth
Make the pain
Fall like rain
Do a crime?
It's suffering time!

No hate
Hate is soft
No emotions
Just devotion
Worship punishment
Exercice judgement
Deliver them
To evil.

Stuff and Such.

Tonight I will finish my painting I've been mucking around on for like a YEAR!

YUSSSSSSSSS.

It's big, it's on wallpaper, and it ain't pretty. But it's mine.

What Lies Within - Sporadic Consciousness of a Man Trying to Write Poetry When His Mind Won't Participate.

Iron sides
The grin and bear it approach


Slickly sleepy
Sickly creepy
Paint the windows
Taint the pillows
Ranting raving
Panting paving
All the way to
Weeping willows
Who knows?
You sow
What you reap
And you keep
On my street
Rather well

Just shut up and breathe

I hope...

Answers come as easy
As pressing the big red button
Words flow smoothly
As molten chocolate
Ideas run quickly
Like world champion sprinters
Exams fall nicely
Like leaning back on a summer hill.

To the Father

Hold us where it hurts
And brace us where we fall
Share our tears and fears
Save us when we call

If the piteous thoughts
Of gnats and shrews
Are preciousness to You
You are far outside our grasp
But never from our reach.

You are the sense tomorrow makes
You are the stable when the whole world shakes
You are the warmpth when everything chills
You are the blood when we cut ourselves still
You are the smile gleaming
You are life and meaning.

How can I ask
Others to give up
The lies they tell their soul
In the quiet of the evening
When I refuse
To give up my own?

You cannot face tomorrow
Without facing yesterday

Truth comes
In the mystery
Of history.

Lord
Grant me will
To turn the tide
Grant me wisdom
To hold the winds
Grant me tears
To rinse the sea
Grant me eyes
To hear the thunder
Grant me love
To cradle the waves
And gently let them go.

Man in a Van

He hugs the sharp corners
Like a dying old friend
He parks in parallel
When there's still loads of space
He burns his highbeams
Through thick soupy fog
The sliding door needs oiling
The backseat is as empty
As the photos in his wallet
They are only memories
Like the van full of noone
But himself.

Tomorrow settles
In trust and ashes

In the Breach

How can we sing
When fools can be king
And lies comb your hair at night?
Injustice rocks the cradle
We are left to ladle
Handouts of second hand light.

All through the house
The coffee is found
Most of it lumpy
But some of it ground
Into the carpet
And under the stairs
Onto the windows
And into the chairs.
The people were angry
They chanted and cried
"Who'll get us our coffee?
We fear we will die!"
A brave hero stepped out
And counting to three
He fossicked about
And made them some tea

She tried to pile
Laughter
Over the holes in her eyes
But the whirlpool
Sucked
It all the way in.

She tried to smile
After
And fain her surprise
But the girl still
Knew
She just couldn't win

In her hollow metal skull
Laughter bouncing round
Makes no sound
But the tolling of the bell
A war in which
Just she is in
She cannot win.

Every different person
I see
Is a slightly different version
Of me.

She holds
Seaholds
On the seashore

It takes two to tango
But only one to eat a mango

His Image

God painted
The lines of your face
Drew you in
Piece by piece
The touch of Creator
Shimmers
When you stare
In the mirror

When you place
Trembling feet
In a Father's footsteps
You are walking
Home.

It's not the lies we tell ourselves that hurt
It's the lies we believe.

Shrug
Two shoulders
Rising like an ocean
Pulled by the moon
Who knows?

5 Things of Unquestioning

I was driving home tonight, and it occured to me that there are 5 things in this world that are unquestionably awesome:

1-fog
2-rainbows
3-dancing in a downpour
4-rolling down a hill
5-the sparkle in someone else's eyes

This is so.

Pondering in Dark Rooms

And the truth of it is
I miss the pleasure-sweet pain
Sometimes
When the world is quiet
And my thoughts are not.

He's doing it again
Holding on so tight
It's slipping through his hands

If he wasn't so eaten up
He'd learn to trust
But it's so hard to follow
When you're made of hollow.

It's hard
Like saying goodbye
To yourself.

I'm trying to think up a good metaphor for trouser.

More Stew Please.

Weevil stew, black and blue
Beetles swimming, through and through
Taste the broth, dig into
Tasty swirling crunchy stew.

Low in fat? How about that!
With vitamins it is packed
Illnesses it will combat
Super healthy hearty snack!

Is it yum? Very yes
Uses only very best
Finest weevils to ingest
Put your tastebude to the test!

Weevil stew, black and blue
I want seconds, so do you!
Oh the things we will do
Fed by wriggling, weevil stew.

He owns the future

He owns the future
Into which I walk

Motes of dust
Caught by a highbeam?

No

A butterfly cupped
In warm hands.

Saturday and My Brain is Off

John is over bar tending
To the sheep that wander in
Bleating beating chests and wending
Through the crowd with lopside grins
Kick the people in the shins.
Ouch.

I Like Women Because

They are often gentle
Never weak
Soft of voice
And smooth of cheek
They roll their eyes round
When I speak
They dance so graceful,
Swift and sleek
They take my heart
And make it break
But they always say sorry
Afterwards.

Repants! For your end is clear!

I did the right thing
By not trying to write down my poem
WHen it popped into my head
WHen I was driving home.

Only now I have forgotten it.

Sad.

Swallowed Words

As long as the words
Fail to reach their goal
To set wing from my tongue
Are they untrue?

Piecing Together a Stolen Line

Silence underwhelming
Trees flood my eyes and still
The radio keeps scritcher-scratching
Lighting up my dashboard sill

Sailor of the jagged night
Fingers grip a landlocked helm
Cast adrift in darkness tight
Around this frail metal shell.

Passing migrant wandering souls
Who seek their fires from the dusk
Skulking round in loose leaf lines
Ants who flee a world concussed

Onto the darkness, yet light clings
Two strands the ropes sky possess
Heavenwardly my gaze it sings
And pitter-pats a soul's gladness.

See the stars blushing, peeking
From behind their pillowed sheets
As though embarrased at the speaking
Of what beauty shines beneath.

Moving On.

Paint black
The truck backs
Up the driveway
Paved in goodbyes. Wave
And watch them
Pack it all in
One box of happiness
Seven of bundled mess

They will sort it out
In the drier,on the line
Home will move with them in time
She couldn't turn away
So much to speak to little to say
So the truck backs
Up the driveway

See the strange way
Even blackbirds line
Sleek, uncompromised
Taking notes? Perhaps
Or watching all those cracks
Seep in their smiles
Wave final goodbye
In miles
She turns on her heels,
A dying, spinning wheel
As tires creak
And moving trucks creep
Slowly up the driveway.

Inside every lie
There are a thousand
Folded surprises
Tightly wound
Too much coffee
Too much ceiling
Lying in bed
Staring at the stars
Invisible because
The lies get in the way.

Poems

Are the bandaid
To staunch
The bleeding heart.

Sometimes
You do something wrong
And you hide from it
Inside your head.

Getting it Wrong

He faces the right direction
Most of the time
One foot leading the other
Like two frogs in some eternal race.
He tries to do the right thing
Most of the time
Even when one thing leads to another
Like a man with tough decisions to make

He sometimes treads on toes
But he is sorry.

Marriage is forever
But sometimes
One and one makes two.

Happier than a headless chicken.

Gun away
Your face
Your nose
Your brains
Far to
Pretty.
Leave walls
Papered
In something
Not you.

Sin

She shares the blame
For Adam's fall
So secure, attractive
Brilliant in a certain view
The essence of Enlightenment

I see her raise her head
Now so ugly
Now too beautiful

But she won't stand
On her own feet
She pulls us into the mud
Touch so gentle
Hands so strong
Guilt so heavy

To where the air
Is sifted through dirt
And each laboured breath
Drags slowly down

I won't wear a frown
For her
I won't hide my eyes
When she writhes
When I can see
Her hideous beauty
I will hold my cards
Close to my chest
And call her bluff.

When the World Falls Apart

Blackbird
You hold an angel
In your tearstained
Outstretched hand
On your soul a lable
Reading 'Precious'
Glinting in the dark

Blackbird
Your feathers are torn
But they will heal
You will soar again
Sorrow's cloak you've worn
Will tumble unneeded
Engulfed in distant dark

Blackbird
He sends His Son
To dry your plumes
His sign is the rainbow
That one day soon
You will lay down your head
And sleep.

Desert Spring

How do you know that the water is real?

It gives me strength to walk.

Inside Blue Eyes

She understood the sparrows
Though they didn't think in sin
She stood out in the parking lot
No idea where to begin
The dogs they howled like dying
And crawled under her skin
She tucked her ears inside her hands
And fled the pouring rain.

Religion is no saviour
When you're praying to a lie
Ask the Devil's favour
Alive and yet you die
She couldn't stand the message
Though it flowed in through her eyes
Cradled her head inside her hands
Sat on the floor and cried.

The Photo Album

Her mother talks in circles
And never sleeps in bed
She thinks without emotions
It's a failing of her head
She won't undress in public
Trying hard to forget
What she saw,
What she said
What she knows.

Her father is a drinker
Though he hides it from himself
He throws away happiness
Till he finds it on the shelf
He will terrify the neighbours
Wild man, wild plans
Angry eyes
Angry hands
What the hell.

She tiptoes through the hallway
On her way to brush her teeth
She's lost inside the mirror
Trying to find the sin beneath
She jumps at quiet noises
She will run far away
To escape
To remain
Who she is.

She's peering through her doorway
Silhouette, ragged breath
Staggering, drunk as death

Will he take it out on her?

She's tearing up her album
Photos rent on the floor
Father he, is no more
But a man by the door
He will try to forget
What she did,
What he said
As she lay on the bed
And cut him out of her

Her father's still a boozer
Though it brings him no release
He cries out like a child
And kicks in their old TV
He keeps his smile in public
He will try to forget
What she did
What she said
And the guilt
In his head
But it follows him in sleep.

Intent

A contract has two ends
Try to make them meet
They writhe like snakes
Bite and hiss
Serpent's kiss
Sometimes I Fall

Look me hard in the eyes and say no
It hurts like hell
When you sweep the legs out from under me
And make me take you down
It cuts me deep
You stare me down
Tell me no
What's left for me to do?
It's me that has to watch you bleed
Is it any surprise that I bleed too?

Night

You cannot hide from the darkness forever
Sooner or later the lights all go out
But you can always look through the darkness
To the dawn.

Conchord Dawn

She wakes up
And it's over

An Old One

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

To Smile and to Cry

Happiness

The smile that tugs
At the tired corners
Of your night time face

The warmth inside your ribs
Like a hot water bottle
Next to your heart.

The silent music that sends
Your limbs to trembling dance
And sitting still is holding
An arm full of ginnie pigs.


Sadness

The gravity that tugs
A rinsing waterfall
From hiding eyes.

The chill inside your soul
That wraps your limbs like a cradle
Around your aching heart.

The silent voice that echoes
Down dimly lit corridors
The tear that lets the pain
Wash slowly away.

A Gentle Plea

Hello there anyone who may/may not read my blog.

Hi.

How are ya?


Anyhoo onto business.

(I know I know, you are thinking "This poem is RUBBISH!" Well. It's not a poem. So yeh.)

Umm.

Yeh.

What I mean to say, is if you happen to peruse my back catalogue - anything before say April-May of this Year the 2000 of 8.

And you find something that you really like, or something that you think has lots of potential.

Please lemme know which ones.

Cause I'm looking to assemble a bit of a book for print (I know, Jack and the Beanstalk but there you have it), so I'm trying to pick out the goodies. Only I don't really know half the time.

So you'd be doing me a huge favour.

Any ones you really like.

Just like email me. Or post a comment to tell me which ones or sommink

I would be most gratefull.

Have a nice day.

An Emotional Response to "Karma Police"

Tie your thoughts polite together
And pile them up in storm clouds
I know you like to let it rain now and then

The government took all your toys
And threw them in a iron box
You can't be trusted to play it safe
Hold hands with the other children
And forget about your loss.

They have civil servants to feel your pain,
now and again
Post the envelope, have your say
Pick a tyrant on the day
Tongue tied and dignified,
Sign your rights away.

By all means carry signs in to heaven
Paint your black words
Against the bleached white of their success
Shaking fists and raising lungs
Rain on their parade
You've got a straw man's chance in hell
They wish you all the best.

Princess

Cinderella
How's your fella
Does he treat you well? Are
You loving your life
As the pumpkin princess,
In a fleeting ball dress
And a fleeing pale mess.
I hope it's working out
And he sees what you're about.
Not just some discarded glass shoes
Orphaned on the steps.

I don't build on sticks
Or stack wooden bones high to the sky
I was once caught afire
But now I'm running dry.
I stack up well
When the numbers are being crunched.

Rude things your eyes never said
You store them up inside your head
And feed, all butter and bread
Cut the roll, cut them down
No one listens, no one wants you dead.

Eventime Musings on a Camp Evening

Come sister let us ride These vagrant twilight mists
Where light springs unbidden from the glee of a hanging moon
Flitting like winter quickened sparrows
From bastion to bastion, between overhanging sky.
Cell coverage stretches perilously thin,
Bleeding out to the white signal of nature.
Were you and I to share one single clouded breath
Were us two to be linked as warm air flees to freezing death
What strange encumberance these feeble phones,
Collections of plastic, gold, and whirring life, compared
To the moonlit splendour of faces real;
Stealing no more moments as they arc into damp unknown
Perhaps to be gathered in like lost sheep
When the sun drives reality back beneath our eyelids.

Reach out

No arm so long
No dark so deep
No heart so black
No face so deformed

That He doesn't want to hold you tight
And never let you go

Attitude, black carrots
Sandwiched in a bleak weekend
The willow falls or bends
When winter winds whistle through
Attitude, hell's angels
Whistling a different tune
Devils advocates
Noone says anything of any use.

Messenging

Potential
One word, three easy syllables
A world of weighted, dragging pulls
Sitting on my shoulder and shaking its head

Consequences
The harsh grip of a cheese grater
Cutting healing wounds ever raw
As I clutch the paltry glittering prize.

Cages of the imperfect
Potential hanging ominously above
Consequences hemming in on all sides
So much room to stand,
and none to rest.

Final Thoughts From an AGM


You want to mess with me?
I can take you down a notch
Spill the beans I’ll spill your blood
Tooth for tooth, splotch for splotch
Scream your death threats little man
Come and catch me if you can
Uzis strapped to both my hands

Gun you down boy
Gun you down

I’ll flipping waste the lot of you
Fat dumb stupid dumb fat dumb
Stupid. If you listened when you glistened
Spittle precipitating on your quivering chins
I’ll lay you down boy
I’ll smoke you bad
Sooner or later the gun always wins.

I can feel thick winter chill
Oozing up through floorboards
Are we locked in a timewarp
With cold-and-broken clocks?
Grim resplendent lush
Sends a shiver up my spine
Staring at the pulpit’s sad face
I am forced to the back of the room
Where I can lord over everyone
In relative safety.

Who is sleep?

Look
Batteries tick down.
That’s how life works
One moment a clown
The next a drunken jerk.
I can see you glazing over
A pot in life’s oven
A man with salt in his eye
And it tears me up.

If my thoughts make sense to me
I sense the taste of victory
Haste! Haste!

Tear the heavens in two
And spit at the sun
Scream into the sky
And you.

I can’t see you crossing x and y

Undercry slaspstick dog

And smoke us all away

Sibilance in a trance

Hours wearing on

Sheep dog’s on the lawn

Reach out to the horison
And put the sun back
To rest.

You will brn up
In just a moment
Fingers crossed
Hands outstretched.

A Majority

Crumple bits of dead paper

Your ticks are arcane scrawlings

Abraided by the sands of time

Your crosses fireflies trying

To outshine the sun

A meeting, a raising of voice

But a fleeting kiss of time

An unkempt whisper

A point of order

Diffuse chaotic

Season words with sage and thyme

Yes dear sir you have the choice

Tick yes for no and no for pass

We’ll swap directions if you ask

Finger to your pocket BANG

Rubber gloved, plastic loved

You shatter at the birthing pangs

Our doors are always open

Come in, go out

Just leave the light on

For those who care.

Under the Tentative Title of AGM

Shallow words cut swathes

Cross futures unfurrowed

No minds smile at tomorrow’s dawn

I wallow in the mire of stubborn thought

Track through treacle

Frozen eagle

Chosen people

My mind slowly jumbles

Rugged ragged clothes

Raging through the drier

Steam the sin, thought and intelligence

Flog your feeble bitter body

Leave humility one step higher

Way too late.
Simply put.
Cranky tomorrow.
Appologies in advance.

Slick
The slap of mud on a clean suit
Rain sliding off a tin roof
You dodging a bullet.

I can feel seconds ticking by
Passed from a castle in the sky
Piling up minute by minute
Taste sweet freedom, you're stuck in it

He hated the sound of indrawn breath
Despised air rattling through fleshy tubes
He was only ever at his best
When the heat was on
When the cards were down
With oxygen in short supply.

Trace the pattern
Line by line
You tool! You moron!
Wrong all this time

Paint a portrait of honesty
But leave me out
I can't fake the smile
I don't get what it's about

Every star shines brighest
In the middle of the darkness

I string these thoughts
Yo tell the time
Go sell yourself something useless
Line by line
Eat it up till you are full
Just leave me what is mine.

(Let me fob you off with excuses
You tumble from the cloth, and the use is
Me standing there with the cutlery unmoved
The kiss of gravity departs unloved.)

The fourth of the month
Falls like every other day
Straight down the line
Only it chases me away
It's strange to hide from time

You wobbly innocent child
I could hold your hand
But sooner or later
You fall to walk.

Music

Me and my flatmates just got into a big argument over what constitutes good music.
I was vocally analysing the hip-hop and rap they were listening to.

Classic example - Dr Dre 

-lyrics show little creativity or poetry or rhythme. The 'song' is entirely about how everyone is wrong when they say he is no good at music.
-rhythme is super basic and entirely identical throughout.
-the backing music etc is also super basic and unvarying.
-the clip was trashy and boring. More or less entirely scantily clad women shaking butt cheeks.

I was of the oppinion that if he wanted to silence his critics he should go out and make an actual good song (about whatever) and say "There is my reply" rather than pulling out a load of basic, artless whining rubbish.



But then again I tend to have strong reservation about rap and hip-hop in general. Although some of the artists are very good with words, they generally fritter their talent away with the banal and base. Furthermore I like music to be musical. Reading poetry with a basic riff and beat in the background will never to me be quality music. Because where is the music?

Dinner Forgetly.

Don’t forget these last regrets
A widow’s black and final look back
You stack up straight like a Lego tower
All those colours bleeding, blending
Hold hands like the world is ending.

Samson on his rickety bridge
Pushing towers far apart
Strains his arms to push back time
I wonder if he wrote his wife
Shifts his feet when cracks arrive.

Onwards into the rear view mirror
Blow the headlights a farewell kiss
You topple like an ancient tree
All those thoughts went to your head
And your head went to the ground.

Tomorrow smells like the aftertaste of a burnt straw.

Those lush gaping caverns were a nostrel miner's paradise.

His hair was parted like the Red Sea, revealing lice like Pharoh's drowning chariots.

He applied the breaks as though he thought they were meant to be used on the car in front of him.

The movie was as gripping as the climactic finish of a particularly close potato race.

OR

The movie was as gripping and climactic as this other movie that I once saw that was also gripping and climactic. Only I saw the other one first so I didn't get the two confused.


The phrase "Rome wasn't built in a day" is in fact the earliest known reference to night-shift work.

Sort it Out

I try but straight lines
Seem to vear away
Concentration
Seems to tear away
Behind the brightness
All lights turned on me
A ship sailing with no rudder
Till everything is utter
Cacophony.

What was there to say? The man wore trousers larger than he was, by a conciderable margin! To be sure, the pantaloons themselves were exquizite pieces of craftsmanship. Balanced like a prize horse on a podium, glittering like a diamond wedged up a sun-facing nostrel, these contraptions of epic stitchery blew my mind from its calciated prison. I was dumbfounded. If I had a flabber, it would have been thoroughly ghasted.

What was there to say? Nice trousers I said.

Thanks, he said.

We went our seperate ways.


Meh.

Councel

Did you paint your smile on?
Porcelain child
Meek and mild
and empty
Shed a tear like brokenness
Or like hiding from the mess
No one frowns like you

Fear the gopher fear the gopher fear the gopher fear the gopher


I never saw such pretty music
Was it an angel played for me?
No angel ever sung so sweet
No person ever played so free
You are morning on the piano
A sunrise on my ears
You tingle down my spine and so
I can’t bring words to bear
Are my eyes now sweating?
Sorrows are for forgetting
When it’s you I hear

Open me up. These veins
They still bleed true
I'm not so lost that I can
No longer find You.
I see me In the mirror
So I turn away
Come rain come sunshine
Come Jesus and wash
Old me away.

Under Ground

She brings
Life to the end of the tunnel
A torch to hide from shadows
Feet to frollick in the rain
Softest musics to my tired brain.

Bell rings
In a house made of velvet and oak
All dressed up but now she is broke
Like my heart as I stare through the rain
Saddest musings in my tired brain.

Dirt sings
Hollow and dark like a tunnel
She's hiding in the shadows
And grass dancing in the rain
Softest musics, I visit her again.

Anthony

(I never knew you
Like I know I should have
Now I watch you
Your eyes fixed, blank
Laughter fled and tears forgotten
Clutching chill and tender fist
Though life has long slipped through its grip)

Saying goodbye
Is like letting go
And it's hard
But He's holding my hand
Just like He held yours
And carried you through the flood.

Light Rose

Fingers trickle down pages
Drooping with the dust of ages
Though an author's silent rages
The rags of doubt and skill
Clinging inken smudges still
I wash a teardrop, over spill

Emotions like a running well.

Light rose

Tasting dawn after sleepless night
Frantic mind by candle light
Seeking meanings
Pauper gleanings
Driving slumber off in fright

Light rising

Kissing tender whitened pane
Paint dawn colours again
Drinking life, despising shame
Me in my bed fast asleep
Light is rising from the deep.

Flererer


Trip the lip
And spin off
Oden's raven
and glibly done
trees to fly
flees to try
nevery day we smile
black and white
and grin all over
place words on pages
make the lies
nice and straight
flush the light
and trump dark
for a little while.

Elim

Wade in the river
Swim towards the light

Faint Impressions Through a Neighbour's Window.

It hurts to care
It tears to cry
It pains to think
It lies to smile

Apathy
Is trees in the desert
Shade in the sun
Freedom with a gun

I hurt to feel
And feel to think
And reel the feelings
Off the brink
I cry the tears
And dry my fears
And smile away
Their stares, their cares.

It hurts to care
It pains to feel
So apathy is my
More than real.

The saddest thing about apathy
Is that you don't care

How many Reformed people does it take to change a light bulb?


CHANGE!?! Begone heretic!

Enlightenment understood
As I turn about and say farewell
Not the same foolish mortal who once here stood
But someone different in the same old shell
You've opened doors to Hollywood's lights
They burn the skin and sear the bone
Everyone puts on ten pounds each night
When those screaming beams strike home

It wasn't all fanfare and paparazzi
Not all wine and fancy dinners
Caught like a puddle-struck pedestrian, you are seeking
The keys to turn your losses to winners
So noone's the same anymore
Though our clothes still hang much as before
You've struck the brass gong, you've opened the door
We don't say goodbye to even the score
But because you've taken the stairs to an alien floor
And we're not certain even you will find you any more.

Words and Pictures


Fight a battle like a holy war
Find yourself wedged between cracks
Step lightly at the altar call
And remember never to look back.

Paint a picture like Eden's garden
Let oiled colour run like blood
You spoke and I refused to listen
Ignorance won't stop the flood.

Point the way then nice and easy
With the brush, the pen, the sword
Cut me open, try to please me
Only don't bruise me with that word.

Daylight Savings

Take an hour or two here or there
A frosting of time from the cake of the year
Put it in your pocket for a day of rain
Remember you have to give it back again.

Easter Camp Jingle

I love the way
Your smile carries your face
A little closer to heaven

I love the way
Your laugh carries the tides
And the music of the moon

I love the way
Your warm goodbye
Says I'll see you very soon.

Cow goes Moo

Trunks of steel and eyes of hay
Trousers patchy for today
Pieces break and fall away
What do all the cattle say?
Cow goes "Moo"


Happiness spelt out in flame
Burn the house down, it's a game
I forgot to say my name
You will shoulder all the blame
Cow goes "Moo"

In the pasture with the sheep
Sneaky, creaky, bleaty sneak
Push them over while they sleep
All the bulls know when to speak
Cow goes "Moo"

I am yellow you are blue
Plug your nostrels with a screw
One and one and one is two
Bitter butter tastes like glue
Cow goes "Moo"