Falling Short.

Skyscraper Flying alone in an aircraft
Made of paper You're taking your home for granted
Just watch it slip through your fingers
It's melting
It's melting
It's melting.

Whiteboard Bet you write down all your plans
They're stored Against the future come to pass
A grain of sand, an empty glass
And nothing
And nothing
And nothing.

The windows They swallow you in and spit you out
You know it shows There's nothing for you to cry about
Atleast you're not trapped inside
The burning building
The building
The building.

The darkness Is riding the crest of noontide
It's your likeness There's no hiding destruction from the skies
Don't stop running and fear
The birds
The birds
The birds.

In paradise

In paradise the lost
With trampled feet
They reached the coast
And falling breathless to the shore
They cried for peace forevermore

In paradise the lost
Were counted worthy
Of man's praise
Through ocean tides of running blood
With fingernails they held the flood

In paradise the lost
Were pierced through
By pinpricks of rage
And standing tall they took the fall
They sanctified the jungle floor

In paradise the lost
Fought on and on
Against the martyr host
Long after dreams of home had fled
They found the courage to face death

In paradise the lost
Were never to return.

Earth, Wind, Fire.

Recovered time lapses
And sorrow strikes the sun
Shadows where the eagles
Soar, and only just begun
To feel the fealty of earth
And sky and water flowing swift
Through the toes of humankind
Thumbing for a lift.

This is the space
Look down
It greets you
And fall
This is your place
I've been trying
To meet you
To talk
We've got so much to say.

The boy done wrong again

And he's lost his way

The path is bleeding rain

Beneath a sky so grey

And every footstep's tread

Just takes him far away

The boy done wrong again

The only voice he hears

Is the whimpering of pain

As he cries away his fears

Like a guttering flame

The final shadow rears

The boy done wrong again

Only noone's there

They're know he's gone insane

But he's the same lost boy he's always been

When the boy's done wrong again

It's as if he'd never been right.

Catterwauling

Blossoms scatter haphazard paths
Through the freshly dawned day
And the grasses, drenched, untrodden
Are but viridian nymphs at play
The dappled sunlight, incredulous
Innocent, cradles all in a warming embrace
And rainbows fantabulous
Drift in their arachnine snares
Life is expelled in diffusive steam
And inhaled again, with signature penned
Of rustled footsteps through foliage.

Altruism speaks
Of a happy universe
Imaginary

Apoptheosis

Still you searcht the hallways
The underlight has underlines your fate
The umbrella branches
They cradle your fall
Does no one care at all?

Where is this in the first place?
The human race is trying
It's dying for the reason things went wrong
With windows blankly staring
And rockochet is shearing
And tearing down the walls
Till noone cares at all.

Rogue Talent Inside a Room for Two

Hiding away in fantasy lands
Other worlds drowning her
Otherworlds she never visits again
Hiding from the conversations
Filling out the dust inside her brain
She'll take it to the movies
She'll take it out on everyone around
She's growing tired of screaming
When nobody besides her hears the sound

Inside her head
Inside her head
Inside her head
The walls are falling down

They'll lock her up away forever
Atleast until their funding's cut
She'll wander round the urban jungle
Beneath a sky of acid stars
Among the refuse of human achievment
She'll finally see the way things are
But when the ship's gone down and you're aboard
It's better to pretend that nothing's wrong

Inside her head
The walls are falling down
Inside her head
Inside her head
The walls are falling down
Inside her head
The sun's up now.

Teenage Tantrum

Noise and silence
Jamming in my room
Sillibance and assonance
Jammed in the mute doorframe

The sun sets on a slipstream
Through parasitic gaze
As we slide gently to the floor
And breathe in the dream

I don't want to be around
When your lightbulb blows
And I won't be found
When it finally does don't you know

The light dawns on a daydream
It's just another phase
A blind step through teenage hell
We wade into your waiting grasp
And pass through the stream
And pass through the stream
To the otherside, who can tell
If we shall ever arrive?

A Pim of Love

I love you more
Than the sand on the shore
Than the air that I breathe
It's you I need.





20/20 Vision

And it's a burning flame
A fire on the inside
Reaching for the flashing exit.



Plucking the strings of despair.

Sermons Vol. 2

These are not tears
Only blood
You have torn my heart.


Dove wings of light
Beat gently down
In a cleansing stream
I am made clean.


A disease of the mind
Bears me down
Till the gaping ground
Snatches me up.


Grace.
A watchword
For today
And the fire
In my soul.


Choose another door
Into the waiting dark
You are bruised forevermore.


Wisperchild
Of shadow wrought
Beneath a sink
A footstep's drip
Menacing through the halls
Caverns in the dark
Stretching into rooms
To claw at wide eyed terror
Shivering beneath ghostly sheets.


Amen
And renewed again
Website to the unkown
By the Bible shown
The way.


Have you fallen asleep on the doorstep of forgiveness?

Muted lighting down a spiralling stairwell

Its a war of words, a mud slinging match
We are drowning, its up unto our ears
Crying for a fallen brother crying for a dying friend
A veil of tears, a veil of tears
Muscules straining, bones about to break
Blood is draining to nothing
Straining for another breathe, straining for another day
In the veil of tears, the veil of tears

Life is streaming ever forwards
Headlights kiss the morning sky
Freefall for a thousand seconds freefall for a thousand lifetimes
For the veil of tears, the veil of tears
Will you look down?
Will you look down?
Will you see?
It is torn.

Sermon Outlines

We are flying on eagles wings
Can tomorrow bring another dying?
We find another golden
Moment.


The curtains dripping
From their torn open sources
In the past, the past.


Is this my writing
Or am I shaking so
Because emptiness
Has swallowed me whole?


Running in circles
Turning to face
A century of illusion
Flashing on the screen
And we bow to leave


I'm not listening. I'd just miss the point.
I'll flee the future In jealous counterpoint
To the past, to the past
We'll cut through the clouds
On our interstellar course.


Ilustrate God's grace
On pen and paper
And I will follow

God knows our best
Thoughts and our worst
Lies and still gives us
His time...

Naboth's Ancillary

Repent and cry out
Wear your heart on
Your sullen face
For your inheritance
Is on a cliff
And you are standing
On the edge

(im not sure if ive published this afore)

Abortion?

I would cry out
But I haven't a voice
I would choose
But I haven't a choice
I would live
But I'm destined to die
Before my time has come

Handlebar existence
And life on the edge
Is worn to the nub
Put it down to experience

Your tired eyes can't
Reach to heaven
Bloody fingers
Like swarming red ants



(Clawing up from the abyss
And I'm sure you miss
The way the freezing rain
Always caught you in the eyes)