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.