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

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

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

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

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.

When you feed the abyss it only grows

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

i hate to be a bother

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

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.

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.

Whose lines end?

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