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

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.

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

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

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

Sadness?

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

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.

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

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

Optimist

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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