Thursday, December 31, 2009

Zombie Land

To sit and not be reminded
To laugh and never shed a thought
Enraptured, unwrapped, ensourcelled
None of the above
But still
You make it hard on yourself
Pouring that concrete round your boots
And not budging till it sets
Solid as the present
And then you wonder why you can not move
It's no rocket science
Just lead feet.
The open pyrite seas
Has a shore in it's back pocket
Kept safe and dry
For washed up poets
With words adrift at sea.
The drain pipe is trying to say something
But the words slip wetly to the concrete
And are never seen again

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Fancy that
A black and white cat
And a brand new hat for tea
Oh won't you please
Get up off your knees
And dance in your sleeves with me.
The wave only sinks the shop
When the ship already leans that way
Or too far the other side

Monday, December 21, 2009

Every time I see your name
Written down on a poster
Where the wall catches my eye
I am reminded of something
A fourth generation immigrant thought
Lost to the language of home.

Watercolour.

These wings are painted on
The feathers catch the morning sun
But not the evening breeze
In the half shadows of almost day
I'll be your angel mistake
A silhouette of promises
That wash away in the rain

Heart not In It

Breathing words to the ignorance of heaven
Mumble promises you'll never keep
Beg forgiveness you'll never feel
And stumble off on disillusioned feet.
Tell them you knew it all along
Keeping it under gladwrap
Sealing the freshness in
Like a good joke
Like a kept secret
Like a filled roll
They still find the elephant in your room
The one you fed every day
While the underwraps went stale.
Calculate the odds
Crunch the numbers
Combine the probabilities
Call up every figure
Yet
Hope stands on the walls
Shaking a defiant fist
Even as the mortar crumbles.
A bunch of flowers
I never gave you
Only words
And they are breath
So they don't tip the scales
Very far

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Re-access the imaginary
With the atrophied footsteps
Of an astronaut reacquainting with earth.
To the pain of hibernating muscles
Stretching and shedding their winter coats.
A trial
A change of places
Windows to the wilderness
Two views required
Till all is said and done

Thursday, December 17, 2009

The world spinning ever on
Misses not one mortal son
Rumbling deep and strong
As changes paint the walls
And are taken down
All bypass this humble chair
Where eyeballs loose the tracks of time
And derail in the tunnels of sleep.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

It all adds up
Till the numbers lose their meaning
Like fullstops.........................................................................................................................................

Wednesday, December 09, 2009

Sweeping the bad under the carpet
Taking the good out of the closet
And polishing up the plaques
Till they gleam to match your eyes
Or treat it as just another day
Where everything changes
And everyone filters off
To grow up suddenly out of sight.

Tuesday, December 08, 2009

Change always comes when the day is too late

Monday, November 30, 2009

We quake like stones at sunset
And shake like bones on their last parade
Everyone lifts up their voice
To lay you down below
Clouds of people letting go
Fist-crushed petals
Thoughts drifting to the earth
And memories to cover it up green.

Friday, November 20, 2009

Older chases newer
The past is a blur that shatters mountainsides
The trees lean back in quiet reflection
As light bungiejumps from a flickering torch
And we rehearse the route that will be our return
With feet too foolish for heavy souls
On ground too eager for light

Saturday, November 14, 2009

play at carrying signs
that point in wrong directions

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Having is the idea of
Nothing is the price of
Never is the sound of
No one.
Break don't want to break
Don't want to take no more
Floor, don't leave this floor
Don't ever reach the door
Shake, just go and shake
Just go and shake it off
Lock, don't open up
Don't open up no more.

Monday, November 09, 2009

Here and There

Here and there
The droplets tumbled down
Here and there
Whispering wetness to the ground
Here and there
Air weighed with promises of green
Here and there
Leaden leaves curtsey and bow
Here and there
Gravity drinks the sky

Saturday, November 07, 2009

Here and There

Here is where you crouch and kick
You shatter the shins of cautious thought
As it circles around you at an unsafe distance

Here is where the dust is churned
Turning the air deep butter brown
Painting skin and cloth in clay
But leaving the whites starkly untouched

Here is where you growl to yourself
And so to everyone in that voice of lost thunder
Of when the angry sky twitches and stamps a foot

Here is where your your eyes and head unite
Racing against the confinement of degrees
In that rolling hunted bovine way. Cornered and dangerous.

Here is where words in their crisp uniforms
And pastel blue helmets, jackknife their rifles
Spraying haphazard bullets, to mow an unwanted lawn

Here a betrayal so unlooked for that each
Syllable is its own shock. A fresh needle in the eye
As I mumble my peacekeeping with shifting feet
And pretend not to feel each metal Judas kiss.

Friday, October 30, 2009

we are up to our elbows
and you saunter in
paper deep
you just nod
and smile your smile
while we share our teeth
with all the needy children
breaking their gums
on second hand cans

stranger at the tv screen
stranger on the street
take your photo glances
and leave

Monday, October 26, 2009

I crawl back through your opening doors
And count the days with new numbers.

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Sometimes you forget
That you are just the sum of
Steam and dead leaves
Rustling wet warmth
Revelling in the split-second

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Change is the aftermath of the avalanche

Thursday, October 08, 2009

No more running from your face in dreams
No more hiding in the looking glass
Spring came a long time ago
But...
The stars fell from the sky
To change your mind

Wednesday, October 07, 2009

It takes at least four verses
To transform thought into sense
Not this two and a half stanza dribble
That ricochettes into stray eyes
But runs out of breath before it's done
These half-strangled meanderings
Unfit for the rudest beggar
Litter pavements and alleyways
Like mumbled promises.
Sorry about the mess
We got a bit carried away
And furniture is replaceable
Right?

Thursday, October 01, 2009

To turn and face a new direction
To pick a different pebble off the path
To place bootheels in a different puddle
A change
A not going back

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Talent is what you have
Before you have kids
Sometimes
Everything needs to be different
Without anything changing

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

There was a time
When up and down
Were directions
Not feelings

Monday, September 21, 2009

What will sew the seams?
Time catches on a breath
And escapes with the clouds of a window
Memory fills endless streams
Whether or not it is begged to flow
Changes cover with new cloth
But leave the old tragically unstained
What will sew the seams?
The question is asked with buttery ease
When the answer is turned away like disease
Turn away, turn away
You who seek to live
What will mend these seams?
The lines never come out smooth
Eraser marks still tremble
Over the marks that grimly cling
And shuffle themselves akilter
On the white tiling of the page
No matter how much sweat greases
The wheels of your attention
The lines always crinkle
Where the edges meet your fingertips
Forever out of grasp
Forever the magpie with the wedding band
Tucked determinedly in the nest weave
Symbolising nothing.

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Happy endings
Work on paper
And in daydreams
Silence kills the
Newborn lamb
Devils stalk the details
And we are caught
Red paint in hand.
offer some resistance
before letting go
the upways and the downways
not so different not so same
roll with the thunder
and the dreams and nightmares
peel back the layers of disaster
and think...

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Laughter is the
Lie of the day

Falling

Hope is the silence
That hangs just above
Ground level

Monday, September 14, 2009

Today there is something wrong with me
Or so you seem to think
But maybe you aren't wrong at all

I almost laugh

It's funny sitting out
Where the weather
Reaches all the way to your skin
But everyone hides
Beneath another
Till the icy fingers
Weave their way inside

It's funny driving home
At the end
Watching as the feeble coals
Of a dying day
Are banked inside
Till even they leak and gutter
And scream into silence
Wind down the window
And fly away
Escape the sun
Outrun the day
But everway you turn
You're still the same
You've different ground
Beneath your feet
But nothing's changed

The feeling
A star burning
In outerspace
A pinprick of light
In an empty place
Try to reach out
But you're all alone
A face in the window
Of a hollow home.

Friday, September 11, 2009

Strobe lights and forgiveness
To fly in the face of yourself
And accept
Change your mind or sit there counting pictures
You can't change the past through the future
Make the most of what's left

Cut the middleman
Fix yourself
Take the time to be
Someone else
It's easier than
Changing what makes you wrong.

Wednesday, September 09, 2009

Some kinds of tired don't rub off
With the sleep that crinkles the corners of your eyes

Tuesday, September 08, 2009

You always
Walk my hallways
So the call weighs
Like it always
Does

Sunday, September 06, 2009

Yourself

A beast with a lie inside
We came alone to hide
We stayed to turn the tide
To set you free
To set you free
To know yourself

The teeth that you show yourself
All daggers, so someone else
Won't know how it felt
To set you free
To set you free
To know yourself

The least you can do is try
The most you can do is die
We stayed a long long time
To let you breathe
To let you breathe
To know yourself

A beast with a lie inside
A knife to kill the pride
We change to turn your tide
To shift the sands
To take your hands
To let you breathe
To set you free
To know what it means
To know yourself
Search ye for the pudding truth says:
truth puddings
Search ye for the pudding truth says:
in blue and gold
Search ye for the pudding truth says:
telling everyone
Search ye for the pudding truth says:
to do as they are told
Search ye for the pudding truth says:
but we never listen
Search ye for the pudding truth says:
not us children like mice
Search ye for the pudding truth says:
we run through the hallways
Search ye for the pudding truth says:
and leave on the lights
Search ye for the pudding truth says:
with parents all yelling
Search ye for the pudding truth says:
in their blue and their gold
Search ye for the pudding truth says:
telling us all to do as we're told
Search ye for the pudding truth says:
telling us tomorrow we'll all be too old
Search ye for the pudding truth says:
and will be shouting down hallways
Search ye for the pudding truth says:
ourselves at the bold
Search ye for the pudding truth says:
children like mice
Search ye for the pudding truth says:
who wont silence their voices
Search ye for the pudding truth says:
or turn off thier lights
Search ye for the pudding truth says:
or turn off thier lights

Saturday, September 05, 2009

Grows on me
Like layered dust
In a curtained room

Wednesday, September 02, 2009

Taking half an open door
All solid walls and concrete floor
There's nothing to do today
Take me away
Take me away
Here I am
Half asleep on the slay

Santa promised me he's coming today
I'm not sure I belive in him anyway
We spoke for so long on the phone
Far from home
So far from home
Here I am
Half awake asleep alone

I'm waiting for all the snow to get out of the way
Hogging all the colours sunlight except white and grey
I've been stuck here so long, glue to the window
With nowhere to go
Nowhere to go
Here I am
Half awake asleep alone
Holding a tune is so hard
When it slips through your fingers
The notes never hold long enough to be caught
They shiver and slink to
The corners you think hold no hiding
It's time to confess to the death of a dream
Time to admit you are all that you'll be

Monday, August 31, 2009

Replacement killers
Gone overboard
Drowning in current events
Lost like the back lights
Of an oncoming car

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

One day the ground grows up
And reaches the sky
The universe won't brake
While dreams cross the road

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Nevermind

Never think
Never care
Never talk
Never share
Never love
Never cry
Nevermind
Is there something wrong
With letting a moment mean something?
Or is that just the latest
On my long list of offenses.
Is it not ok change your hair?
Is it not ok to be aware?
Is it not ok to run a mile in your shoes?

Will you tell me you hate me
And ask me to fly
And then when I do
Will I slip through your eye?
A change is more permanent than a holiday
Sooner or later your insides come out

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Changing

I could tell you of my bones
Aching in old weather
But green like someone
Has only just moved in

They bend and grow inside
Gnarled like old leather
But yearning with promise
Of sunshine to come

Pouring into my stomach
All lightning and acid
Chipping at my spine
Restitching it new

You cast me in a different mould
So my hands aren't where
My brain last put them
A new frame crammed inside
Churning beneath numb skin
So it won't show up in photos.

Prize

Eyes on the prize
The trick is in
A famine on blinking
Hope you have the stamina
When looking away
Is heart and soul
Forgiveness is healing
Excorsising hate
But surgery is painful
Nine times
Home
Never
What in forest fires
Burns, comes back to life
And ends.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

One way day
Singing to the light
Don't know what to say
One way day

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Just Like People

Shoes come
In all shapes
And sizes
And patterns
But only a few
Match my soul.

Monday, August 10, 2009

Magic Wobbles

Hocus pocus
Out of focus
Picking lies out
The atmosphere
Click and hum
What have you done
To me
My dear?

Spider

Hide until
You lose track
The unseen spider
Bites you in the back
Unheard unfelt
You can unwind
It's much to late for never
But never is a long time.
Don't you weigh down on me
You don't mean to
Something so big
Has its own gravity.
The future kills
One day at a time

Wednesday, August 05, 2009

Foot in Mouth

Whenever I'm around you
I trip over my tongue
And land head first on my foot
Mouth wide open
The perpetual idiot

Tuesday, August 04, 2009

Sometimes pressing two pages together
Is the best way to keep them apart
Poetry is a way
Of walking around
A wall too big to climb
Poetry is breaking up heavy things
Into brainsized chunks
So you can carry them inside
The strange sad sickness
Comes on so sudden
Thick with tears and sellotape
Getting better only with reluctance

Everything changes
Like a whirlpool
Or a tidal wave,
Relaying the power lines

The strange sad sickness
Hides beneath the skin
Brushing green fingertips
On everyone around
Grinning in your heart
When it gobbles up
A smile that strayed too close

Monday, August 03, 2009

Faded boxing gloves
Make you remember
That time way back when
You swung the universe
On the ends of your fists
You were water on the grill
Sizzling like the crowd
You played for time
Till time knocked you down
And you evaporated
From all but a memoried haze
Gloves growing a skin of fade

Sunday, August 02, 2009

I wave at you in the distance
And let my thoughts race threeleggedly
I lick the frozen metal of my mind
And give my heart indigestion
Your mirror is nonchalance
So I can watch me melt off you
And leave not a mark
In the final time
In the countdown
When the lines are read
Sentences
Look out for falling rocks

In the darkness
In the grip of fear
Did I place my feet on
Intersections
And one way streets
Can you look God in the face
Of everyone around you?
Those who sit on hillsides
Should not turn their back on the view

Friday, July 31, 2009

Splitting even
Over splitting even

Association

In saying goodbye
Meet me in the eye
A bubble level gaze
In coming apart
Show us your heart
And tear away

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Dreams




Hide in the clouds
With the lights half off
Using your headphones
Sound so tough
When walls hold them back
Snatch a quiet hour
A different tack
With no unwelcome eyes
With no unwelcome surprise
A moment as your sleeping self
Hidden in the clouds

Monday, July 27, 2009

It isn't easy just to let things go
Try to remember not to tell a soul
It isn't changing who you are
Just a revision, a second start

Pull back the curtains of your little mouse hole
Stand in the shower, while the thunder rolls
Dressed like a soldier in a mud deep line
Eyes on the horison hanging from your spine

Into the future the shadows lie
No time to remember or to wonder why
It isn't easy just to watch things die
Just a glimmer of a glimmer of a glimmer
In an empty sky
In the warmth of the concrete cracks
A note was left for a distant generation
Written in the baking crust
But the letters were scrambling ants
Beneath the eyes of our rubber souls
A wave surging, roaring for order
Offhandedly crushed by the crumbling cliff
We kick errant pebbles off the path as we leave
To twink into the shadowy gaps
And blot all words from beneath the heavy sun

Sunday, July 26, 2009

Blocking

Sometimes imitation
Comes not from the copy
But because the first
Was all along the right.
Won't wait won't breathe
Won't talk won't eat
Won't do anything
Dead people sleep
In paper boxes
It is a fool
Who finds his meaning
In his failure

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Oh that old time.
He rounds us out
Just to keep the rough
In view

Fate

You've tarried long
In the subtle corner
Playing at insults
With us beggar children
Who still hang out for scraps

You peel back dreams
Devour the contents
And sling us the skins
Fate you've been up to no good
Your smile implies the rest

Friday, July 17, 2009

She is full of bullets on the inside

OR

A future shared is a future halved

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

The Cloak

He found an invisibility cloak
One dull morning
And found out how to do OK
He keeps himself all to himself
Whenever someone walks his way
He pulls out his Cheshire smile
Breathing in the gap of vision
Where he hides his broken mirrors
The shards still draw blood
But no one has to see it clearly
All wrapped up and half apart

He found an invisibility cloak
Once upon a time
And he rewrote his saddest ending
Line by splintered line
It didn't change the way
That memories shattered his mirrors
But he convinced himself
He was doing fine
He was doing fine
Because no one could say otherwise
Down the weeping hallways
And the leaking doorways
Where the lost words hide
Straining at the fullstops
Bursting like silent fruit

It's easy to get lost here
Where thoughts dim and disappear
Conversations on the inside
Where everyone says nothing
And nothing gets said.

The doors are changes
Different mind different clothes
Same way of blinking
Same fingers same nose
It's the inside that counts
Like water dripping in a cave
Hollow.

Monday, July 13, 2009

I'm sorry people. I haven't felt very poety for a while
The apple was round
In a way that said
"I am tasty to the core"
The sky was blue
In a way that whispered
"I am cold and full of empty"
The day was long
In a way that hinted
"I am hiding from the night"
The hands were cold
In a way that reminded
"I am waiting to be held"

Friday, July 10, 2009

Well we signed it with our blood
Please don't let the ink all dry
Slow motion saviours
We don't need your type round here

Wednesday, July 08, 2009

When you feed the beast it grows
When you feed the beast it shows
When you feed the beast you chose

Tuesday, July 07, 2009

Until tomorrow girl
To fold oblivion
In your grasp
Just hold on
Until tomorrow
Comes to pass

Monday, July 06, 2009

It's nothing magic
Just spilling poems
Into the dark
Hoping some quiet pool
Will catch the tired spark
And make diamonds dance
Before the ripples
Hold their breath
And silently slip
Beneath the waves
It's nothing magic
Only words on a page
A screen ablaze
To the reflections
That lit your brain
Up so long ago
That even memory is wearied
Slumped in a heap
Of cast off dreams
Nothing magic
Maybe I'm alone
When I hear it sing.

Friday, July 03, 2009

All they ever do
Is paint laces on their jackets
And smile in their teeth
It crumbles on the hard mile
Till skin shows all beneath

Friday, June 26, 2009

Heaven's living in the aftershine
The thoughts we had when you are mine
The unbelievers fall behind
They weren't invited anyway

We'll search beneath the hedgerows
To occupy our time and so
I'll ask you if you have to go
And you'll say maybe not today

It was never plainly meant to be
But idiot is part of me
And partly parting's wait and see
I wonder what you'd say

But now the mornings seem to choke
On cigarrettes and puffs of smoke
I knew you'd say before you spoke
And said you couldn't stay
I wasn't invited anyway.
Bitter falls
The places where I go
When you don't call
Collapse all inside
Like an earthquake
That never shows
To people squeezing beneath
The highrises
You're cut out of the window pane
All angry edges and sellotape
Held together only just
Falling is only justice
Let it fall into gravity

You're wrapped up in bubbles
Till you glow and float and burst
Sing for the innocence of the sphere
Sit and reminisce at how you used to care
Letting it fall into place

You're trapped inside the lightbulb
Where no one can see your glow
Totally eclipsed, undershine
Breaking is the only exit
Falling to the floor
All sellotape and angry edges

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Hold

Life is full of holding
Holding on
Holding off
Holding back
Holding fire
Holding in
Holding out
Holding the fort
Holding the bag
Holding the baby
Holding the line
Holding actions
Holding cells
Holding down
Holding up
Holding hands
Holding breath
Holding
I died all the way
On the back page
Worst surprise ending
Ever

Monday, June 22, 2009

Mean girl
Don't make no difference
Change is just a heartbeat away
Some things don't fit in words
They bend the definitions
Like light at at a black hole
Dancing in tight spirals
That leak peace of mind out your ears
Some things swallow up the sun
So the light is hollow, flitting
Around the edges of illumination
You fold yourself tighter
Hoping to squeeze between letters
But you don't. You never could.
They just hang off your back
Dragging dust from the ground
Like bat wings
But you never learned to fly in the dark.
We all break and run
I'm done with that
She has eyes of surprise
A glacial smile
Cinnibar anger
What's wrong with that?
The freedom to embark
Depart before the season
Easing out your heart
In part just for the reason
You look so out of place
In space just drifting
Sifting like a glacier
Won't you come and paint away?

I'm tired for my life
Despite my heavy breathing
I'm drinking far to much
And such, It's why I'm leaving
You are to far away
To say just what I'm meaning
I'm cleaning out my drawers
I'm taking those heavy words back
Won't you come and paint away?
We burn in fires of our devising
All the cake without the icing

Friday, June 19, 2009

You stole the darkness
So there was no hiding in the light

Thursday, June 18, 2009

He quietly counted
The spots on his name
I fell apart the other day
Stitch me back together so I can play
With the other children
Beneath this haphazard sun
These jagged rules they cut my feet
Till I am lost without retreat
To watch the children melt away
Beneath this haphazard sun

The Shivers.

Call ahead and answer
The windows are dedicated
They never close their eyes
You are not to blame for
This bitter sweet distractor
Sweat out this disaster
In a freshly pressed uniform

Because we sink like ships in a storm
And slide beneath the waves
To stumble on a kind of peace
The kind that takes away

Open up your visor
Nothing to see, show's over
Hand out your thoughts
We pool like beggars
They clatter to the ground anyway

Because we sink like ships in this storm
And slip beneath the freezing waves
We stumble on a kind of peace
The kind that takes away
Takes away
Our shivers.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

When you feed the abyss it only grows

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

You cannot be my silver bullet
Shoot my problems through and through
Send the werewolves back to silence
A hand is needed but it can't be you

Tuesday, June 09, 2009

i hate to be a bother

Monday, June 08, 2009

The little cracks they hesitated
Before they ate the moon
And swallowed up the stars
I think the sun got out ok
Fall apart every day
To watch yourself pool at your feet
Step into the puddle
And watch the ripples meet
And part ways

Saturday, June 06, 2009

A Sinner

God is not the boss
Though I stack His rules
In black leather books
They eat only dust.

He is not my Lord
His light blanks my retinas
It's a diffent path I walk
In the softer shadows

The Spirit is not my guide
I need to know where I place my feet
Before they swallow the future
I need my own maps

God is not my ruler
I jaywalk when He isn't looking
I kill for convenience
His laws are just tanglefeet

Jesus is not my Lord
He sits in the quiet
Out of doors
The fireplace is my reservation.

God isn't in my heart
It beats for what I really want
It soaks my dreams in real blood
His futures are too transparent

Jesus is not my king
And when it comes to
These sorts of things
There are no second placings.

Seek ye first the kindgom of God
And His righteousness
And all these things shall be added unto you.

Friday, June 05, 2009

I don't know how to find the words
For the appolgies I really mean.

Portrait of a hollow man

The light bounces off
But there’s nothing beneath
He’s invisible on introspection
With smiles that go
Just one direction
The only weight he has is past
Or thoughts or dreams
Or questions asked
Only in the silences
His inner cave
Peace through distance
He can’t reach
The path stops
Just inside his feet.

Thursday, June 04, 2009

Whose lines end?

Monday, June 01, 2009

On a Related Note

I have completed my blue poetry book as of today.

RIP
Poetry doesn't do the job
It used to.
These walls are paper thin
I can hear you on the other side
But I won't let you in

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Home is where you hang your heart
When it has had enough beating for one day
Home is where you hang your smile
When it only fits on upside down
Home is where you take your laughter off
And put on what you really feel
Home is where outside doors shut
But inside doors hang wide open
Home is the warmth of fresh sheets
And the humming cool of the fridge
Home is where you put you in the wardrobe
And snuggle into your secret self.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

So green man
Have your hands
Sewn on
Teddy bear
No finger-hands
Impotent
Wave around
And hurrumph
Like it makes
A single difference
And it does
Feeling better
About feeling bad.

Monday, May 25, 2009

Change is as good
As a heartache
Buy a ticket to get
Out of space
Carry the blues
Read the daily news
Plastered on
The front page

People stop and stare
Celebrity auctionares
Disaster wears
A happy face
Practise what you do
It's so up and down to you
Turn over to
The lastest rage
You swallowed it up
And soaked it in
It wasn't a lie
There were no words
So easy to assume
So quick to read
Am I so open
So plain, so surface?
Perhaps not
You soaked it in
After all
Sponge of your own imagination
I would be laughing
Chuckling, smiling
But
Slick black rock
Wet cold chill
Only it wasn't a lie
There were no words
It feels the same

Sunday, May 24, 2009

When we were told of the other grass
It didn't seem so different
Struggling in the wind like the rest of us

When we were told of the other grass
It wasn't strange or fair
Just greener than our own

When we were told of the other grass
We would look up some times
And imagine ourselves gazing back

When we were told of the other grass
Something was sewn and sprouted
A habit from before birth

When we were told of the other grass
We had crossed over
Before we even knew.

Saturday, May 23, 2009

I remember you were special
Like the cry of the sea
And my thoughts ran out
To meet you in waves
You are the proper distance
The fatal collision
The ghosts don't look twice
Don't seem to realise
They got no shadow
They got no soul
The past on repeat
Till it wears you down

Friday, May 22, 2009

Soldiers of the former night
Head and shoulders in the wishing well
Lost forever can't you tell?
But you just say "surrender your guns
Tomorrow comes with tiger claws
To blow us all to hell"

The greenlights are all unsafe
We have to stop, slam foot on brakes
Time is opening up beneath our feet
A dead end street
An empty pause
A full stop
A finishing

Thursday, May 21, 2009

She don't look twice
But smiles and ice
Make slippery footing

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

just one arm out of place
not around you or anything
just beside your jacket
leaking warmth like refugees
there's a war going on inside
and I think I'm losing.
Resist the sun
And hope your walkways
Won't remember gravity
In between stars

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Fake plastic teacher
Skin-of-his-teeth-deep smile
Fake plastic laugh
Last of the Russian dolls
Inside him inside him inside
Without words to ask

Work it out
Work it out
Work it out

It could have been sometimes
It never turns out green
It's maybes on the whiteboard
Reality is what it seems

Monday, May 18, 2009

You are
All of the other kids
You were different
But we grow up sometime

Sunday, May 17, 2009

We thoughtfully occupied our allotted space
Making our way through the clinging city
Pausing only to mourn the drunk
Passed out ungraciously on the cold stone floor
We poured our common consensus out like wine
Sipping, swirling, spitting out, we departed
Odours of neglect and disipation
Flavours of hopelessness and abandon
Danced upon our tongues
Fired with steam as we, thoughtfully
Left him to his own burst bubble.

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Piercing

Ears never bleed
From the listening alone
But
No new life is bought
Without blood

We change ourselves
Opened up to the blade
The hole is more
Than the sum of the pain
It is the shape of something beautiful
Held just outside of common sense

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Cigarrette
Burns slow ash
Curling smoke
Breathe at last
It's in the mind
Letting go
Of dying fire
Breath out
And suck the spark
Back to life.
Forgiveness comes from the floor
With footsteps that shed no sound
She knocks so softly at my door
So sad to have to tread this ground
And I alone and by myself
Am oh so gently found.
The truth is
You lost the war
A long long time ago
You are just
Catching up with yourself.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Did I find the wrong eternal sunshine?
Ambience an epitaph
To the fog of an unspoiled mind
Pile me up like stones on a cairn
Yearning for the freedom of the sky
Children locked up against our wishes
Arms too short to reach the handles, you and I
It's in the fine print, cut between letters
Swallow down these tablet stones
They will help you sleep at night
You will never be alone.
I'll open my eyes
If it will be alright
Caught up in happenstance
You're such a sight

Fall upon a quiet moment
Inhale in the day
Swallow the wild fire
Sleeping on the hay

Set off the fire alarms

Ambulances
Bearing down so fast
Sirens for the wailing
Says it all at last

Set off the fire alarms

Sitting in the true time
I fold my hands a while
Not all numbers and figures
Listening to a smile

Set off the fire alarms
Wake up the dead
Settle for an accident
Intentional instead
Intentions
Intentions
I never meant

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Coloured in surprise
Bucket of sunrise
Shatter sound and glasses

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Find the bluebird of happiness

Saturday, May 09, 2009

Wrecking ball
It's a level playing field
You won't change much
You are outdated
Yesterday's faded news
Silicon in the rough

Temperamental
You sank my battleship
And cost us all the game
Have the grace
To go down quietly
Like a good captain

Thursday, May 07, 2009

The oinks

I has swine flu

*coff coff*



I tell a lie tho. I don't but I did just want to say so. Or something.

By the Wolves

Miscellaneous
Cry wolf one more time
I dare you to find the pieces
After that.
Stars behind the door
Lights in outerspace
Large enough to see
Grease the axles
Of your novels
Just to stop and breathe
Peak in
Break ships
Cast the timber down

Sunday, May 03, 2009

Unravel the change in your pocket
It clinks like a drowning soldier
Unwilling to let go
To understand who you are
You must be willing to accept
Where you are

Saturday, May 02, 2009

I'm not asleep
I'm just keeping the peace
Yesterday is today
Only twice as before

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Forgiveness is found
Only at the end of yourself
Where the ground
Falls away into emptiness
Breath is held
In tumbling down lungs
Death is held
In contempt
Not a new house
But a repainted fence
Less than he once was
Thin and stretched
Slightly see-through
Like a care-worn jacket
Letting the rain in
And the sunshine
His smile thread bared
Trapped in the shoes
Of his old self
Where the socks have holes
And every stone is sharp
Some skins wear thin
But never fall away

Monday, April 27, 2009

I'm just trying to be
Everybody's girl
So good and bad and in between
I'm just trying to be
Everybody's girl

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Depression

Hole in the ground
Hollow sounds
No way out

When voice catches
On the nails of the past
Rusty and sharp

Everything old
Nothing new
You trapped in you

Trampled
By the light.

Standing Outside On a Cold Day

Putting windows on the scars
Memories
Free to float away
Down the stream
Passing me a winter coat
For the wind
I never understood the cold
Underneath my skin

I called you out
You never came
You left your name
Forgotten in the snow

Bar Friends

Show tunes masquerades
Dance halls pallisades
Keey the walls up, keep safe
It doesn't make a difference

Lying on the streets
Someone comes to meet you
Halfway, dotted lines at your feet
Someone else as lost as you

Trust them all the way
And trust them at your place
Don't listen to paranoid delusions
They aren't out to get you.

Freedom and companionship
As forever as the night...

Baptism

Pouring water on your head
to wake you up
Baby's dressed in Sunday best,
you never stood a chance
Oh the message runs its course,
without a voice
And the people looking in
they never say a word

Oh lost child what have you seen?
The leaves all hit the ground
They still cling to green
Cling to green.

When the words are running
out the back door
We wonder what you're on about,
lying on the floor
Dusting angels on the tiles
once again
Painting pictures in the sky
when you haven't got a pen

Well you grow your father's ears
every day
And you share your father's fears
but in your own clear way
The guilt that's in the moment
lights you up
Shadow's crowd against the window
you didn't make the cut

Broken bones, scattered sleep
So important, too young for memories
It washes off, evermore to leave
A mark that you can keep
The angels in the deep
Thoughts shoot out strange sparks today
Dancing the gaps between the breeze
To find us starting at your knees
So cut and bloodied
Your mother's worried
It's not a good look
Just a little peek

She's pulled up besides the road
Pulling faces in the mirror
I think she's practicing
Getting mad and even
She doesn't believe in
Gods and fairies
Just cold hard facts

He will never let you down
Even when you face the wrong direction
He will never let you down

We are asleep and on a mission
Braced against the hardwood floor
Your father's hanging by the door
Hiding in our hoods
We are up to no good
And up to no bad either
Just how the cookie crumbles

Friday, April 24, 2009

Bad Weather

Rain's a reminder that puddles are born
Beneath the winds and the clouds of the storm
See yourself clearly when gazing down at your feet
Share in the joy as the sky light repaints the street

Woven in gaps like new tennis raquets
We all duck and weave as we dive through the traffic
Each shivering footstep sends rain falling into space
To keep all the puddles from settling into place

I Had a Haircut Today. It is Slightly Gimp. (Or I look like a nerdy squirrell)

Having a haircut
And some solitude to think
Staring at the mirror
Watching myself blink
Is one eye slightly higher?
Am I far away from home?
As my hair gets shorter
The silent questions come
Never trust a waffle
It will only steam
Live in just one moment
And the past will swallow you up

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Is there life at the end of the tunnel?

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Wind yourself up
Toy clock
Don't get down
Every morning
On the dot
Pick a fresh flower
A remembrance
Of new springs
He didn't changed the time
Time changed him

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Wake from your dreams
You're crying in your sleep
Your pillow won't forget
Lights off, glasses on
Staring at the ceiling
Not make-believe, just pretend

Stars fall from space all the time
So why can't I? So why can't I?

Drink the warm milk
A glass to bring you sleep
You need to be your best
Brain off, dreams on
The warm and empty feeling
You slumber so deep in the end

Stars fall from space all the time
So it doesn't make sense for you to fly
Let the evening pass in math
Let time march across the sky
You have a different path.
Fold your thoughts
Corner to corner
Give them wings
Made of paper
Set them free
On the winds of a moment
A dart to set
Your cares to rest

Sculpture

He promised himself new armour
To stop holding his breath
A life made of ice and sunshine
Trapped rainbows set free
So he melts in the spring
What else is new?

ANZAC

Just a bit sad
Only a little
Rolled up like blankets
His mind still wanders
But the streets are cold
No one remembers
No thoughts cast back
He fights the silent war
That wasn't won with guns
Just a bit sad
Only a little
His face retreats
To the safety of shadow
What a difference can make a change
Doing it in style
Have your say in the everyday
This could take a while
Boot me up a new evolution
Make me smile
The word on the street is good
You've been doing what you should
Holding pages against the sun
Shadowpuppets
Change is on the cards
This time you'll go far

Sunday, April 19, 2009

He put it down
To the lost and found
His feet had finally
Touched the ground
A little lower
Than when he started
A little humbler
When the waves parted
The salt of tears
The sting of brine
He lost his footing
And found he couldn't swim

Under Pressure

I think the pavement cracks
To let the concrete breathe
Sunk down under pressure

Age lines in a stone gray skin
We all know where we belong
Sunk down under pressure
It was cold when he finished his sentence
The wings of winter had crossed the fence
He lost himself into the woollen dark
And wrapped himself up against his path
Warm your hands in the fire
It's no uncommon thing
Wash your hands in the flames
Hear the glowing embers sing
He walked the coals before
You woke to see the door
And He stands the warm embrace
Just to help your feet
Know their place

Saturday, April 18, 2009

In time
God works
The future
From the past.

The Roving Aunty's Last Hurrah

When the patterns on the wall
Hide the windows
And my family falls away
We sit and watch them go
The tablecloth is in the wash
Overnight
Rinsing off the spreading stains
Spoiling the white
Spoiling the white

Gather round to watch a film
On a screen
We are left to dry the dishes
A mountain it seems
The air is warm inside
In bare feet
We shut out all the night
That's dampening the street
Dampening the street

Photoframes
Slide shows
Family fun
Before the family goes
Say goodbye
Unil when
We see you again

Let the quiet settle down
The living room
All the old jokes run out
But always not too soon
We are putting on our coats
Noisily
Playing scrabble with a drink
But spelling's not for me

Photoframes
Slide shows
Family fun
Before the family goes
Say goodbye
Unil when
We see you again
We shall see you again

Friday, April 17, 2009

Only no one knows
When the door slides closed
How the music goes

Only no one knows
But God.
Step by step
Card by card
The house comes down
On top of me
Built it up into the sky
Let them fly
Set them free

Every day
A different promise
Speaks its name
Against me
I could fail
A thousand tests
A suckerpunch
A guillotine

We are soldiers
In a puddle
Drivers in a
Traffic jam
I am failure
Tried and proven
Signposted
Here I am

Step by step
Card by card
Someone puts the world to rights
Holds my hand
Against the moment
Tucks me in
Turns off the lights
Sticks and stones lie all around
Brushing my feet
With their tiny little hands
And they put themselves to shame
They turn and walk away

Photos hanging on the lights
By knotted string
And I try and be polite
It's a pretty closerun thing
Took a shower to cool off

And I stand
Where I left off
The earth beneath my feet
And steam beneath my eyes
It works better in the movies

Kinda knotted up inside
Like a string
I am hanging from the lights
It doesn't change a thing

And I stand
Where I left off
Hanging from the ceiling
Hanging out in space
It works better in my mind.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Musings on Hands

Hands are built for holding on
Like when you grab a powerline
You don't let go till it kills you
And even then
Elbows and knees
Hiding
Beneath your warm ribs
They kick and punch
You want them to stop
But not really
They are yours afterall
Just the fists and feet
You wouldn't swing
Face to face
Only in your head
I guess that's why God says
It's still the same.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

The green monster
Has eyes bigger than your stomach
You will vomit in the end.
Map the world
It's a tangle of blues and greys
Like a city setting in the sun
Or mum's special china plates
The colours all have their place
Spidery and sneaky neat
Pressed down and shaken close
Touching nose to nose
They share a breath
A common thought strung out
Like branches beneath a soft sun
Lights shining not of themselves
Reflecting instead the shining one.

Wednesday, April 08, 2009

Dreams are just
Reflections of the past
On the waters of the future
Rain runs through the hourglass
Thoughts spill out on the lawn
Like seeds for the birds
Hang your white rags up high.
There is something quietly beautiful
In sitting on cold concrete
And watching the daylight being eaten up

Monday, April 06, 2009

I could break out
Or maybe break in
I don't really know
Which way to begin
The silence is thick
And it covers the cuts
Tied to the bed
Too weak to give up

So I've lost my song
Won't you sing along
If you can find the tune
I can too

I could retire
To some quiet place
Where the lights are not always
Shining in my face
The thoughts in my head
They swallow me up
They're nobody's fault
Accident papercuts

So I've lost my song
Won't you sing along
If you can find the tune
I can too

Saturday, April 04, 2009

You want to change the world
But you get stuck in the way

Wednesday, April 01, 2009

The splinter in your eye
Is no bigger than mine
So who am I to judge
Call you by the line
Straighten up
No reason you can't try

Monday, March 30, 2009

Hill To Die On

We all die
On hills painted white
With the memory of a stain
That lies
On the line of the future

Old ties
Are bleached in the sun
Weaker than a memory
But cut
Deeper than a dream

We all try
Clutching at half-hearted straws
What counts is falling short
To lie
Bloodied on some lost hill

How we got here
Hangs like importance
But our feet don’t know
The way home
There is no looking back

Asking why
Was nothing at the time
Just slippery seconds
Passing by
Too fast to count

We all try
With maybes in our belts
And daydreams in our coats
Stained white
With the memory of the future

Sunday, March 29, 2009

The Old Man

I am the cancer
That creeps
With sickly green fingers
And teeth
I am the shadows
Behind closed eyelids
I am the whispers
When nobody hears
I am you
When the coast is clear
Before everything
Changed
Way back when girls
Just had longer hair
Simplicity

Saturday, March 28, 2009

Violence is future proof
Change will take us through the roof

Wrecking Ball

It's knockdown town
That keeps you humble
Ears on the ground
And out of trouble
Grind you up
Grind you down
Step over the rubble
It's only up from here
We're at gutter level
Next stop stars...

Trust

It's all about
Placing your feet
In someone else's hands

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Feet

Please don't cut yourself crying
It's a long unsteady step from normal
Bruises can hide beneath long sleeves
At least until someone reaches out
They touch you when you aren't ready
So you bite and fight and pull away
But they care enough to suffer
And you're worth enough to recover
Please don't cut yourself down
You aren't hanging from a cross
But from our waiting arms.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Fair Weather Friend Falls in Hard Times

If you face me I am not there
Bones of smoke and ashes
When I smile don't think I care
I'm gonna light you on fire
I'm gonna burn you up to the sky
I'm gonna sell your soul
And I will feel bad for a time
But the others they will make me whole

You seem so sad lately
Don't show me your tears
I am the life in your second breath
I am not there
I am not there

Giving up the Anger

Do you wake up into mess
Feel the seething anger in your bones
Stoke the flames
Stoke the flames
Perhaps you will burn up
And your cooling ash will know
The healing touch of breeze
I'm gonna hold my name
And float into an apple
Don't be sad it's who you are
You may feel bad about it
But I'm better off
Dead
At least I have my name

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

All love stories
For better or worse
End in the dark

Monday, March 23, 2009

Tokyo drifter
Remind me of what you believe
Wearing your heart on your sleeve
You are invincible
And humble

Tokyo sifter
Home is a no man's land's home
Beneath the starsets you roam
You are invisible
And able

To piece together the dark
To hold yourself up to the light
You are the teeth of the shark
The taste of a fright
Tokyo drifter

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Love is

To know
And to be known
Thismorning I woke up
With the phrase
"Crunchy brown screams"
On repeat in my head.
I musta had some pretty strange dreams.

Friday, March 20, 2009

It's lonely in the quiet times
Between the days of students
Where it's just me
And the hum of a laptop
With a screen that refuses to work
It leaves me feeling so...
Incomplete

Thursday, March 19, 2009

You Cannot Beat the Never Man

I could die a million deaths
Just to breathe a single breath
Cauterise my last regrets
Equalise my unpaid debts
Still it wouldn't be enough
Still I wouldn't measure up
I can never outshine him
He never even existed.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

I love the sound
Of your mind
Hitting the paper
You put the world
So beautifully
When you don't
Lose yourself
In giving up.
Not even you
Has the right to
Treat yourself that way

Tired

Mummy come and take me home
I can’t look you in the eye
I don’t want to fall no more
I just want to fly

Sleep alights on tired wings
Exhaustion is my sigh
It’s dark and cold, so full of fear
A wandering am I

Mummy hold me in your arms
I remember them so well
Warm and strong and always there
To catch me when I yelled

Mummy I can’t hold my wings
No matter how I try
I don’t want to fall no more
I just want to fly
I don't dream any more
They only tell me
What I already know

Monday, March 16, 2009

I'm so tired
Of tired.
He falls like a flood
Everytime
Hits the dirt
Turns to mud
Everytime
Suck you in
Bring you down
He falls like a flood
And washes himself away

Thursday, March 12, 2009

I love it when you find a song that sings your heart for you
I've been thinking
You never lie
You never tell the truth
So neither will I
Beneath this stale horizon
I wash my face
And watch my place

Sunday, March 08, 2009

For some people the bladder is half empty
For others the bladder is half full...

Dear Karen, seeing as you are one of the few people who bother to follow my blog. Yes you. You know who you are. No not the person behind you. You.

If the first day
Is the worst day
Happy Birthday
Any way

Now you're older
Agent Mulder
From the X Files
Isn't gay

Or something.

Saturday, March 07, 2009

Animals in Danger of Extinction

like the shoulder mounted weinershnitzle

or the stress-related fracture monkey

or the lesser spotted waffle hound

let us not forget

the purple-headed weiner toad

Friday, March 06, 2009

These streets
Chalk tile, gum pocked
Grey
Carve names
In invisible ink
To the souls of your feet

"Remember me
When you pass my way
No more."
Calling with the memory
Of stone, cut, carved
Forgiving
Like the rain that keeps
It clean.

Wednesday, March 04, 2009

Heartscream
Inside
Where the crack-jawed teeth
Open wide
Swallow you down whole
Chew you up
Left for dead with papercuts
The man in the fall
Was the weakest of all

Tuesday, March 03, 2009

Dumb dumb
Dumb dumb
Dumb dumb
My heart
Tells me
Dumb dumb
Dumb dumb
The truth.
Hello you
Gonna beat me black and blue
Gonna cut me through and through
Pass the glue
Pass the sword hack me clean in two
Carve me up just like you know you do
Serve me up till you are amused
Warning signs
I did't listen to the radio
It's a bad time
To be listening to yourself alone
Open season
Everyone gets a gun
Nobody wins.

Saturday, February 28, 2009

Angels and Demons

Don't tell me what I want to hear
Tell me what you know
We are all alike beneath the lights
Angels and demons every one
Holding ourselves steady
Like stones in a stream
Till in the current we are gone

Don't waste your time on idleness
Stacking towers of broken sticks
My shattered bones refuse to shift
As we ride the tides of chill midnight
Alone and cast eternally adrift
But for fleeting fragile comradship
Of angels and demons
You are not me
I am not you
Together we are better
Than either of us

Friday, February 27, 2009

Sick

He waits upon the quilted covers
Clutched so close like tangled lovers
Breathing filled but not with breath
Snot in head and phlegm in chest
He rides upon the tides of night
Awaking to the sound of light
Why so stupid lame and immature?
The same and so you are!

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Girls

He strikes a pose
He mouths a phrase
He goes and goes
For days and days
This noble fool
This love-struck boy
This addled tool
This rattle toy
He pronounces love
He announces praise
He prattles on
For days and days
Will he stop?
I know not when
But that he shall
Begin again
A smile is the best part of every day

Monday, February 23, 2009

So much for Summer. Stupid Clouds.

Why so sad?
A shadow hides the sun
Warmth crawls off your back
Just remember that
Today was fun

Remember that
Tomorrow's not guarenteed
But it's enough for me
To sit in the cold
And wait here for the sun

My problems seem so big, Because I am so small

Beady strings of black bits
Ants lining up for plastic
Protection from the future
Forgiveness for the past with
Man made, mass produced
Salvation's cheap and overused
It always comes at interest
It always costs your soul
God gives like subliminal messages.

Some thoughts

Well Hi.

I dunno if anyone actually reads this. But if you do, I'd like to give you a bit of an insight as to how I roll. When writing poetry, sometimes what I write is about a real person (subjects vary), sometimes that person is just an imaginary one (like Im writing about someone I'm imagining) and sometimes it's just the poetry that pops into my head. So yeh, these days if I have no specific subject in mind I tend to default to writing about a girl. I'm a guy who writes poetry about girls. Sue me.

Yeh. And often a phrase, couplet, or poem just springs into my mind, when I read a book or watch a movie. Sometimes I post em in as is. Sometimes I flesh them out some more. Even I don't know who these poems are about. Truth puddings.

So yeh. That's more or less how I write poems. Oh and sometimes I write poems expressing how other people feel, or at least how I IMAGINE they feel. These ones are generally the ones I like best, and I think generally the best written. Mostly bescause I think my own ones are over emotional toffle and arsehat, or mindlessly pointless as not being about anyone in partikilar, or whatnot.

Im in the process of putting a book of poetry together that I hope to one day publish and stuff. Hopefully I can weed out the arsehat and leave in ones that will be worth your time, dear reader (if in fact you exist)

So I leave you with about as much insight into my musings as I presently have. If you wish to know who/what a poem is really about, please do ask. I'm usually happy to say.

Truth puddings.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Is it ironic that the punishment for murder is life?

Saturday, February 21, 2009

I am silence
Embracing the cold
Unconscious
As it wraps blue wires
Up my tingling arms
I hug me
Squeeze out the cold
To replace it
With some of my own
I am waiting
For the warm unknown
Holding nothing
But patience
Leaking into the cold

Friday, February 20, 2009

Heavy Heart

It must be ripe
I'm just waiting
For it to fall
Packed buses, jammed trains
Every day the same, rinse repeat
Wipe the dirt from your feet
When you get off

Empty cars, clogged motorways
Destined for a heartattack
Driving as we conduct our day
A careful few meters apart

Those shells won't stop you
Falling apart
When the bombs fall
When buildings take flight
And come to rest
Upon your head
All that distance will be
Nothing at all
It wasn't the way
That he wasn't sure
Though he wasn't exactly
A smooth operator
Forgetting the lines
Forgetting himself
Periodically left
Under a spell
It wasn't his smile
His charms or his looks
He had little to offer
With just those on the books
It wasn't his caring
His sharing, his daring
His eyes, his surprise
His hurting, his fearing
It wasn't enough

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Neverborn

She said goodbye
In her secret sadness
Though she never said hello
It painted the day
In blacks and blues

She soaks her crying
In silent blankets
And hid in her room
Guilt came without knocking
And left a bigger bruise

She couldn't hold on
Wasn't sure she wanted to
She couldn't hold herself together
What could she do for two?

She just wanted to be held
But it was gone in an instant
Left her naked, cold, sad
And the hole held her gaze
Searching for a plastic smile
In her other pants.

I can't hold the fort alone
Or sit on a horse so high
Who deserves the bigger hurt
Who deserves to be the one to cry?
I'm just a wounded soul
Like her, just like her
A headstrong fool with bleeding eyes.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Jumptown Jingle

I woke up and down
The dust pack rode
A mannerly hoarse
Throated fellow.
He looked up the town
On the map he held down
As I meandered
Over to hello
Stranger he wasn't
Restrained in the least
As he reigned in his beast
My eyes took in creased
Facial features
He nodded off then
To the right and the left
And he left, never slowed
Down the dust packed road
A mannerly hoarse
Throated fellow.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Even camels have toes

A Prayer

Lord
Help me to trust you most
When it hurts
When I'm screaming
For something else
There once was a man who smelled of poo
Not surprisingly he didn't have any friends.
I like the sound
Of me falling apart
It reminds me what
I fell down for
The innocence
Of guilt at heart
Only this
And nothing more.
We'd love you for who you are
If only you were perfect

Friday, February 13, 2009

Friday the 13th

And I never even knew
One more minute left
Before this day is through
And anything I had to say
I didn't say to you
But fall apart
My Joan of Arc
And I will fall down too
I once fell so hard I broke my heart
We spend our days
In mortal plays
Piling anthills to the sun
Long walking ways
And try unsay
The things we've never done

I think therefore I am

I feel therefore I hurt.
So tired and why
Waste another day
Pretending not to be

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Fall apart on daily basis
Just so I can put me back together
But all the horses and men
Couldn't do it again
Death at fifteen paces

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

I once woke up so much
That I fell asleep on the other side
Not happy
with the quality
or lack thereof
He is writing.
Grrrrrr.



Once I helped a pumpkin laugh
It sounded like a hollow drum
When all the seeds they rattled round
Just so the sound could come



I am the paper
That lives under a planet
Where the wild winds blow
So cold they freeze the molecules
I am underwritten
Turned over so noone reads
Pick me up and try to peek
The words will make you freeze


..... Yeah.
..... Yeah. Suck.
There was a time
When he was old enough
To give a damn
When having a thought
To rattle round
Made the difference
But now he wastes time
Stitching other people's
And calling them his own
He put his thoughts on paper
Half afraid he'd forget them
Half afraid he'd remember
This day
One like any other
Morning noon and evening
With yesterday as mother
Today
Unique in it's own way
As it gently strings
Present past and future

Sunday, February 08, 2009

Inspiration

Gravity never gives up
It only gives down
I know you pull yourself apart
Every single day
Just remember to pick the pieces up
OK?

Three Things for You to Do

Sing a song for the broken hearted
Paint a picture for the lost
Catch me in a golden whisper
Wake up at night sometimes
And think slow syrup thoughts
That remind you of the importance
Of thinking with your heart
Though these foggy musings
Will ebb with the tide of morning
Tomorrow you will be left
With the imprint of their shape
Like footprints in the sand
Yet they reach back
And warm the callouses of your soul

Friday, February 06, 2009

If you build your dreams into skyscrapers
Keep an eye out for planes
The silences of baited breath

Thursday, February 05, 2009

Gurgle

You remind me of the sound of a sink
The last gasp of the dying drink
you remind me of perfection
viewed from the other side

Poem of Random Typing while Tired

It's the colour of shine
Oh don't weigh me down
If I had a feather for everyone
Acting like such a clown
I'd maybe try to fly

Oh the fleece is warm and soft
Like the lining of your eyes
When the morning light plays havoc
On an unsuspecting mind

Wednesday, February 04, 2009

Every single day
An idiot
Lost in the dust
Of my own passing
Once I fell in love with
The end of a sentence
But these days it's all question marks
And nothing makes sense

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

My brain is dead
It jumped into the acid
And all burned up
I hope at least it's warm

Saturday, January 31, 2009

Musings on an Angry Person

I'm gonna scream until my lungs give out
I'll look you in the eye and lie
And swear behind your evil back
You never had the right
To take my rights away!
I'd rather die than let you win
I'd rather fight than let you in
So mad that I
Could stretch a swearword
To the sky
I hate to even think your name
I want to cause you all the pain
In the world so you can finally see
The pain you gave to me!
I'm not sure she wants to be saved
If she's happy being sad
Cutting down the shoots so nothing regrows
But the hurts of being bad

Me

Man on a boogie board
Paddling like a fool
Drowning in the tidal wave

Friday, January 30, 2009

Freak?

Have you heard the sound
Where you fall down
And no one frowns
Because they all expect it
I'm wearing one now though
Because you can't beat up
The universe with one glove
Beating up yourself.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

You're so busy getting lost
You don't take time to count the cost
Take the fork cut in the road
All alone, all alone
And find your mind has gone there first

Some new beginnings are just the old
With brighter curtains, no more mould
But it grows on you, like love
And all alone you
Find your mind in two perfect halves

Monday, January 26, 2009

Blues and greens
Find out what the colours mean
And all the shades of inbetween
Perhaps I need to change outfits

Saturday, January 24, 2009

To think of humanity as Creation's chief end, with Creation only there to support man in exercising dominion is to view the purpose of a cake as to hold up the icing.
Dinosaurs with knives
Coming home for dinner
And eat you up
With sharpy pointy teeth

Friday, January 23, 2009

Sadness?

It's good to be able to smile
Without telling a lie

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Be Free

My wings are delicate
Fused of air and bone
My feathers anchored softly
My heart it beats so quickly
Counting down a shooting star's lifetime
Set me free

Your hands mean so well
But fold like an invasion
My limbs so weak and tiny
Can't push you away
You weigh me down so heavy I can't hardly breathe
Set me free

I need to fly
I need to feel the earth
Fall away like pain
The snow-soft touch of air
To carry me
Where I can breathe again
Set me free
Set me free
And I will finally
Be
Happy.
Simon says:
bouncing thoughts
Simon says:
help you write poetry
Simon says:
when you try to snatch them in nets of words
Simon says:
so you can finally work out what they are
I wish.

Collander

Dreams are hopes
Leaking out at the seams
It seems I'm haemorraging
The universe slips
Between clumsy fingers
With the heaviness of nothingness

Time

The hunter becomes
The hunted
Killer time.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Clear
Clear as mud
Bust me up
Knock me down
Stand

Clear
Clear as rain
Wash me away
Watch me drown
Stand

Clear
Clear as pain
Watch me love
Stand the rain
Stand

Britain

Anticipate the fall
The empire hears you
And does nothing
The wall
Oh the wall will
Keep you safe
But fear has claws

Everything is fine
We are moving away
Because
The wall
Oh the wall will
Keep you safe
You don't need us

But fear has claws
And half the day
I guess it was only time
Till people say
"I remember Britain"
No more.
I know the town I know the type
All in leather, labels, hype
You stole the stars
You owned the show
You're an idiot to the bone

Waterfish

Marbles

If you've lost them already
You've nothing left to lose
Won't say
On tongue tip
Word play
Let it slip-
Shod round
Loose ankles
Pants down
What cackles
Wouldn't think
A moment
You drink
And own it
Split second
Cut straight
Turn left
Stumble
Doors let
In trouble
And me out
Breathing
Clean air
Leaving
Them there
The party
Sucked anyway.
Lonely field of bones
White like cuts of bleached sky
Crunch like potato chips. Dry-
Wash your hands in chalk dust
Taste the bite of memories
Rinsed away like never-flesh
These pale bands don't hold life
Just the stick-snap sound
Of passing on.
Concider waking up
It's like sleeping in
With your eyes open

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

I cloak the world in alabis
It helps me fall asleep at night
Knowing somethink keeps the sky
From falling down on me

Truth's more deceptive than a lie
Twist your arm, speak eye to eye
Push comes to shove, I say goodbye
And walk away from me.
Don't you know just what's happening?
Fall like dominoes from the ceiling
Crucify yourself to stay in armour
Better to shutup than to look down
This is the wrong side of town

Monday, January 19, 2009

Optimist

The future is sunrise over a calm sea
It hurts to look at now because it's so bright.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Trust

Trust is letting go and holding on
Trust is stepping off the edge
LORD give me the strength

Smiling at the future's face
Seeing the sun through clouds
Knowing pain will wake your dreams
Putting fears to sleep

Trust is letting God carry your broken heart.
Promises are truly kept
When it hurts

Saturday, January 17, 2009

I'm not sad.
I'm heartless.

He Should Get Some Sleep Before Someone Shoots Him Dead

On the day the space-trousers came to earth, citizens and zoo keepers alike found themselves awash in the delight of having many different pairs of pants to try on, and knee deep in the frustration of finding that each one of those pairs are perfectly designed to accentuate a person's most embarrassing feature.

Matt's "Wisdom"

You put the suck into succeed. Hah. Or something.
Better a moose in the cupboard, than an otter in your underpants
As cattle rained from the sky, the farmers danced in the fields
Oh the light climbs over your shoulder
And sinks its claws through your eyes
I guess it's time to turn over

Yeah the sounds down the hall smell like breakfast
And your stomach longs to join in
But dreams are sweeter to the taste

It is easier to sleep without a brain
And better not to wake up with yesterday's eyes
But it seems I've lost the knack again
We settled down in our places
Marked out by little cardboard pieces
To keep us at a safe distance
So we would pass the beans
And not throw punches

The food was warm with memories
Though some of them burned
We remembered all our smiles
And some of them returned
Cobwebbed and shy

We retired to our own cars
And muffled all errant thoughts
In farewells and hugs
Promised to forget the past
But it was agreed we wouldn't
Have you seen the ice on the wings?
I think it wants us to land
Frozen homes and broken bones
Is all we understand

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

This much is true

I will do right by you

Reprint based off memory

Tomorrow settles
In trust and ashes
Finding the peace in pieces

To be finished?

Plans are just folded dreams
Down on printed paper
We can screw them up at any time
Or turn them into darts
And shoot for the moon

Still

Everything's different
Nothing's the same
Some things never change
Though

Friend

Not such a bad word
Not a swear word at any rate
Not the worst thing in the world
Not it's end
Friend.

Tell

A farewell
By any other name
Still hurts like hell
There is a certain inevitability
To the fall of tears
Cut the picture into two
At least half of it
Looks just like you

Not Hungry

Don't feel like breakfast today
But that's ok
I'd probably just get up and walk
Way to far to turn around
Or then again
I don't think I could hold it down

Monday, January 12, 2009

I had hoped that change was an adjective
Now I can see that it is a verb.

Friday, January 09, 2009

The Devil's Lines

The same old lines minted new
Tantalising in the pulse of black on white
An unexpected Spring shower, cascading through
The waiting chalboard of his mind

The same old lies come again
But this time better, heavy with reality
Proof against the shadows of future pain
Guiltless, shaped to his hearthole's missing piece

He falls like a raindrop every time
To sweet scents of promise in the waiting breeze
Somehow surprised again to find
A painful ground. Repentance on bleeding knees.

Every single day

It's God
Him and no other
Some feet were made for dancing
Mine were made to trip and fall
I'm amazed I ever stand at all
It's God
Him and no other.

Thursday, January 01, 2009

One word He holds
In the sheep folds
As the lambs sleep
Its a solitary pickle
Who tickles the fancies
Of the silences
Who silently creep