Two Things

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

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

Alien Visitors

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

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

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

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

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

Font and Faces

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

A Sea of Faces

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

Forced Pithiness

If I werent religious I would think:

Religion is searching for truth in the lie.

Approaching the Sound Barrier

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

Undersea

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

Ivan Drinking Song

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

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

Morning Fog

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

Silver Wingtips

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

Liquid

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

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

New Things

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

Religiocity Jane

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Disabilities

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

Trees and
Intersections flashing
We won't sanction
Anybody

Luke The Other Way

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

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

Underlioned

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

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

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

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

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

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

Talk is Cheap

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

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

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

Appologies

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

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

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