I dig this hole
Cause you can radiate everything you speak

When we are together
My mind and vernacular coagulate

The sky is clouding
And grey is all the colour I need

If I climb out
All my work is undone, like ice in the sun.


We dissolve together
And float away
An iceberg in the sea
From some polar place
And in the sunblindness
We turn and say
"Isn't it nice to be free?"
As we dissolve together.

I grip the unturned storm in my exposed palm. Trusting fate to the whims of a menacing horror. I find peace through pain, atleast the dull ache that hides behing seeing, behind sensing the truth. Would truth lurk still in corridors if I turned on the light? But the dark is my thinking space, my brooding, where thoughts drift haphazardly together, perhaps to reform new ideas, and crush the old. Will I grow old and die, still strangled here by the poigency of my own worries? There are always more questions than answers at hand. Below the surface, the ice, the skum, the pocket lint, there is truth. If you discard them that unsettle and discomfit you you are no better than the uneducated. But even worse, for you have spurned the light and saught the dark. The darkness, where thoughts collide and form something a little bit new, but still with a faint glimmer beneath of that which was. Is this just a vener or am I vaccilating from study? I guess I'll never know.

Amble down the sidewalk
If it's a thousand degrees
You'd never even blink
Freelance stroller
Flash past swealtering
Crowds of milling
Disheartened masses
Slid past goggling girls
Smooth icecube
Salvation's dispensor
Looms like an in-law

The ghost of yesterday's paycheck
Hangs hollow in your hand
Your final tie to the world
A golden glimmer of earth
Becons the silken shimmer
Of anomalous cool
Tinned arctic pleasure
And your shadow evaporates

My commentor seems to have disappeared. Neglect most likely. How odd.

Before the Courts

Save your idol
Glittering prize
All that sparkles doesn't lead up
Is all a question of taste?
Add another tassle to your wig
If it please the court, I'm guilty.

It's a photo
Prized collection
A picture of the past you left behind
Somehow you never turned
You never spun to face the camera man
If it please the court, I'm guilty.

Change your life
On the upward path
The sun seems somehow nearer
A smile in a lunchbox
It seems some things make life worth living
If it please the court, I'm guilty.

Interraction with people is so tiring.

Wait for Jesus
He carries souls
In His shining palm
Would that I be resurrected
Not the perfect slave
But a son perfected.

100% Huggable

Was she tired
Of your lifeless paranoia
Well she tried
But you had that cliff coming
And you were no siren
To be caught on the rocks
A ready smile
Covers a multitude of sins
But a multitude doesn't begin
To describe you.

It's beyond me
And I was
Taken offworld
The land and seas
Down below
Is it better to run or know?

Beneath the sounds
Of happy drinking
I found her eyes
And I was
Taken offworld
Fathomless lakes
Far beyond
Imagining's stretch
Is it better to run or know?

Quiet rumble
The sofa
Hands and minds
As one
Were the barriers coming up
Or was I seeing
Them for the first time?

Onsomble
We go together
Which is why
Goodbye
Is so much easier.

She hit the bottle
Happy ever after
I never thought we'd work it out
When you're at the bottom
The sound of laughter
Is always over your head.

When you are flying
It's so easy to see.

Los Meranderos

I dried up. A child on a network As she led me to a smaller world of electronic toys and bees that come up to your knees. I am not asleep when she patterns in her delicate ways and I shut my eyes so tight to hide my trembling face. I cannot block her savory sweet smell. The sound of an orange peeling, the sniff of dawn. She has found my every nook
The hiding places of another me to see where I wandered down the garden path. Am I so far from home? Am I lost and alone? All is nothing when viewed. The way is made clear when seen from above. A dove lies on my back. Cooing softly, a humble tree in the sightless isle of me. Can I understand its alien life? Or whisper to its feral mind? I am not this man I see. I am not me not anymore. Why rejection, why confusion, why this pattering in the rain in softsouled shoes. A shoulder to cry on is not to be scoffed at. Sold maybe, to the highest bidder. Is it me? Will I even care?

You are the evergreens. You are the horizon that greets me wherever I turn. You are my start and finish. My beginning and destination. Destiny is nothing but a string of choices. You make the line golden, rolling over the slights of the past. Dirigibles, zepplins, hovercraft… flying is a thing of the past. Left to the budgies with their haunting chirps and wide vantage. All is as it should be. The other day I left my toothbrush at your place. Am I home, or am I sleeping on foreign soil? You are the oasis in the desert of my job. Calling you daily is easy. Dialing.. Please hold… I told the boss, that there was nothing more important than giving you a call. Maybe a name. Maybe a coating of lemon on sugar. Savory sweet…. Familiarity breeds a family. But all is not-a-thing. Flashing eyes like siege weaponry. You can break down walls with a thought, a breath. You are the cardboard I pack my life in. You make everything fit. I may put my work down for a while and give you a call.

We are gliding on thin ice
It has been a particularly heavy summer

So
You thought to blame me
For your stubbed toe
For the glass on the kitchen floor
For the shards of your life

So
I thought I was immune
To your cutting remarks
But you went right through me
And made me in your likeness

The wild and windy storm
That couched us in its arms
The cradle soft and warm

Disarm the inevitable
Beneath our shaded lids
We hid on triumph's hill

Beneath the undermountain
The caves drip dark and deep
In long-forgotten fountains

And we are a reclused people
And the stars in the lost sky
Are our church steeple

I am thinking my writing on this here site has been rather of lacklustre...

Time taken, thoughts broken
We turn on rusted hinges
Beside our interplanitary quest
We see,
Sentience binges.
Translucent tokens
Just short another hairsbreadth
Indeed.

Screens capture, Hidden nature
Scan your eyes through the terminal
An affront to humanity, hidden
Inside,
Won't you turn germinal
Intellect, and fracture
The iceberg emerging from the middens
And hide.

Away through time
We float like insects on a pond,
Shellfish in a tidal wave
We shall live on
But never get away.

Till we find heaven
Holding our rusted jaws closed
With hands made from burning rock
And we
Shall find situations posed
By our darkest dreams, forgiven
Anything to turn away from the laughing stock
We wish we weren't.

Gift wrapped surprises
Unction, abuse, scorn. Abstain
Live a lie, or die.

Fist full of hand-downs
Societal elite prance
Fall to the masses

Stepped Through the Fire for You.

Time ravages the homeless sleeper
Beneath his halls of discards
With his friends the rats and creepers
Bejewling his humble abode

Siamese Twins

She's lucky when she opened the door she saw everything
She's drunk and when she falls through the floor she confronts herself
The light in her eyes is an alcoholic glaze
The feelings in her mind are a suicidal maze
When the couch has caught you you will not fall down
When the drink is fading you will wear your frown
When we face each other we are all the same
We are twins, we are enemies, in all but a name.

She's laughing when she cuts through her troubles with a serrated knife
She's grinning when she bursts all the bubbles and is running my life.
The light in her eyes is a predatory gleam
The peace held in her hand is not what it seems
When the train's incoming you won't look away
When the pain is flowing you don't know what to say
When we fight each other we are all the same
When we hurt each other we are both burned by the flame
We are twins, we are enemies, in all but a name.

Unside-down

He said, he never needed anyone
She said, she'd rather fall for a dead man
I would, never face up to justice
My forearms are burned
By the flames of her passing
The lights in my head
My universe reassembling.

He said, he'd never turn for a stranger
She said, she'd rather date the danger
I would, always find a reminder
My eyes are afraid
Of the dust of her passing
The colours drift down
From the stained glassing

A coffin's a lonely place to wait.

Twice Bitten

Through the crystal clear glass
I see you smiling back
If I wasn't running so hard
You'd carry me away
But now I'm twice bitten
And there's no looking back.

Breathe.

I know it's settling down
I know you wear that frown
To drive away the closets monsters
We all stand and fall
Wherever we go
And hiding only makes it faster.

Through a glass eye your throne
Is the one danced upon
Won't you just calm down and breathe?

We find you in the corner
Hand feebly clutching the winner
There are no fires in your night
We all stand so small
Unless we stand together
It is your vision that gives the monsters sight

Through your glass eye your throne
Is the ashes of your lost home
Won't you just calm down and breathe?

Tears fall, and it's pointless
It hangs on the precipice
Precipitating destruction
In the silent portico
Your mind will fall to the assault
So please calm down and breathe.

A Basic Rhyme

Never smile at
A waiting man
His eyes so lean
His cut so clean
We will never see
What it is he means,
What he plans.

Basic rhyme
And rythme
Sweet and flowing
He dances, sowing
Contenment
An ointment
On your troubles growing
And subsiding with the moon.

It's OK.

Still night, Sometimes I find
The kitchen empty. How I've tried
To solve the problems, Leeching through the windows

Alright, It's always happy
Nearer the ending, Instant appeals
I'ts just a heartbeat, And I've solved my sorrows.

Alexander Fencepost

Fit for command? I'll
Purpose greater feats. Ahead
Brighter already.

Tales

Finding your way
Lost on a sleigh
Snow was never this white
Houses flash by
None catch your eye
You have to be home tonight

The harder you try
The more you deny
It seems your lungs are breathing ice
It seems your running into circles
Pay attention boy
It's not as if you're superman
It's not as if you fly
Atleast not any more.

The grass pushing through
Sky sunny and blue
You'd think that things are bound to change
But springs still miles away
Beneath the snowbanks
Your feet are chilled with winter's touch
If only you could escape its grasp
You'd be home soon.

Anon

Old man knows troubles
Young man knows pain, turn back tides
And laughter is there.

Hobby Horse

She just sits at home
And cries at everything
At milk spilt on the carpet
At children gone and grown
Freed from grasping apron strings

At the beach, she's a wreck
And her unkempt stare is back
To drive away pleasant company
And words that trail sympathy
Till nothing lives in her wake

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)

All American Tryouts

Bright American stars
Turning this way and that
The darkness flees from them
Behold their quickened gaze.

Heir to the World

'Daughter of a sacrifice
You sacrificial child
Straighten out palms up
Perhaps we shall see a dawn
In your absence.'



The sky was full of rain. It cascaded down in myriad droplets that thundered into the leafy ground. The dead, autumn ground was being churned into knee-deep muck by the passing footsteps of men and animals. The clouds hung thick and low, blanketing the world in a chill grey half-light that sucked heat from bones and snapped wills like tinder. She was out in the storm, alone and shivering, dressed only in the tattered remnants of muddied, travel-worn clothing. Her breath came in short, painful gasps, as the cut in her side seared with the agony of movement. Both her hands and feet had been numb for some time now, tied tightly with fresh rope to the towering oak that was to be the site for her impending death. But none of this mattered, not the rain, the cold, or the pain. The primeval woodlands housed greater dangers than mear weather, and with the turning of the seasons, it was time for a sacrifice. Her fear had long since worn away. It would not be long now.

In the Future

Music is left to the zealous few
And gossip tracks the paranoid
In their paranormality
Ugliness crests a wave of dissent
And disseminated knowledge ferments
For want of a larger bounty
Watching wakefulness
In the land of the sleepless
With neon flares pinpricking
The velvet night sky dripping
With the peaks of human achievement
A world crafted in the eye of berievement
In the likeness of man himself.

The Sultry Sounds of Smooth Jazz

Did you ever wonder, that time stops the bullet flood
Cascading through droplets of air
To end up as as smear on the wall
A lecture on the finer points of physics
You defy the gun: you end up dead
Translated into plain language for the masses
I'm not even sure where this is actually going.

On Bandicoots and Hobnails

Soft starlight composed raiment
Beyond mortal apparell
A gift of the the divine creator
And another breath of living space
To highlight the sublime beauty
Twinkling beneath dazzling face
We are lost to comparison
The hungry, lonely few
Dancing in the dust of promises
That we swore we'd never do
But as for us heartstruck and alone
Beneath the stark unearthly beauty
We are banded together in our hermithood
The tears we shed, tributaries
From a common spring
And the chill that combats
The fiery life of bitten nerves
From distant starstruck beauty the same.

Ashamed

The thunder it calls
Us away into dreams
And the tears, they fall
From the cradle to the sea
No, I won't, be afraid.

The ground, it lies
And cries out for relief
New hopes sprout and die
And the dust, it chokes belief
No, I won't, be afraid.

What was that you said?
As we hide our face from shame
The world on our head
Has fallen, we hide our names
We cannot get up.

The sky is coming down
In a starburst swansong
The clouds obscure the sky
But it won't be very long.
No, I won't, be afraid.

To the Victor the Spoils

Helicies and victories
Stealth unction mother provided
Differential equations
Freudian and ancillaries
Un-child misbegotten and unguided
Dollars fall rainstations
Dither and wait forwards
Essian equestrian jumping
The eyes of the stalwart
Eclipsed by tinfoil rabbit
Despised folding wooden wall
Jostle ambling liver-wort
Unbeliver school and all.

Travel Scrabble

In the fire of a New York sunrise
And the hoofbeats in the night
Will be fleeing from the sight
Of your beneficent expression

Never trust the shadows
That only you can see
Before beginning
The task is over.

Joan of Are

Awaken child of the moral slumber
The life you seek seeps gentle away
Unbeknownst and unbeckoned, say
You would remain aloof of rotting lumber
As eyes fold to the backs of translucent
Pears of the sapling unhappiness
Alive and unmoving, distressed
To turn through cycles of chatter insolent
And behold you are awash inside and out
Truth pines earnestly but lies alone win out.

A Move For the Betterment of Mankind (Unfinished)

Change
Change
Change
Its a beautifull world halfway

The doctor's leaving
Your folks are grieving
And the drugs are growing tired and old
You're in denial
Imbecial
You'll never believe what you haven't been told

Change
Change
Change
Its a beautifull world halfway

Like Fish in a Barrel

Mothers dont you cry
Your beloved students are coming home
Bags on backs and fear in eyes
The future has been secured

Fathers dont be sad
Your children have learned everything
And we have not had
To take it all from them

But they see
The future plain as day
Shown are we
To be the way
Overside and underway
Ours is victory

Faking It

Laid back and unwary
Take life easy, a breath at a time
This is no battle for middle earth
This is no time crisis
Only noone knows
Where the world is spinning to.

Cliffside

It looms before me
In opalescent beauty
Glistening salty spray
Jagged knife
Cutting away desires
But to scale its stark face
And cresting it pinnacle
To be thrown down into
The waiting sea's embrace

Self-Titled

She is but a maiden yet
Her face a sea of angel tears
Slaphappy laughter
Trigger launched despair
Find eyes in the trunk
Lifeless as trees
Conjealed victory debunked
And uppercrust harpsichord
Accompanies the companies
Disforced marching dischord
And lies simper down
Heaven sent and helpfull
The cliff lurking end town
A fraying roped savior
Fallen is the beast
On which the vile tears
Come blistering down to rest

Painkillers to Kill the Pain.

All blue and high
Raining from a vanilla sky
The trees are falling down
A nonsence farm
To keep me safe from harm
And footsteps on the ground
They welcome and they
Drive me away

The dripping sunset
Beats down on my best
Suit, a walk from town
A glass in one hand
An understanding
Frown, directed all around

It's fun to ease the pain
A footspa and a warm towel
I'll turn you round again
To where the hills don't drag their feet

When She Fades (Dying Star)

Inside scintillating blackness
You are hand in hand with me
A bright star gripping the horison
Pulling our tiny world in circles

Before the rains come falling
You are lying on my doorstep
Glowing in the distant thunder
Catching thoughts in butterfly hands

On the swing-set at our old school
You are my perfect counterbalance
I remember thinking crystal clear
Let's never grow apart.

And the future keeps shrinking
Like the haze on the horizon
When she fades through the moonbeams
And the harsh rising sun
Catching my attention
To the depths of the ocean
Twinkling in final fading beauty

Helpsichord

(Gill got what she was after
When she flew into the door
Dissasociative reality asking
Are you coming back for more?)

When I was the preacher
And you were the flitting prey
Cusped so tight together
Under the weather

When I was lost to the world
You come and find me
In a tiny backwards garden

Lookalike no more
As we are shown the door
The end is in sight
Good night

Cerebruin

Falling apart in a spilt-second
Ruinous opening up your mind
The flowers spreading sweet doom
Down the salty sea draft
And waking up beneath a crowded tree.

Clock tower blazing out the time
In a blurr to the doctor's at nine
Upstairs down the stairs flying
But you can't outrun fate

School-berg heading this way
Crushing resisance in its icy fist
Disengage personality
And fire up intellectual distance
The chair eats into your back.

Lawn drooping in yellow finery
Crushed beneath booted heel
And discarded beer bottle
Nausea on the salty sea drafts
Waking up beneath a crowded tree.

Tomorrow

When tomorrow shines
With today's sun
And you farm goodbyes
In the teeming rain
And you plough the earth
Of broken promises
You will find me
In your heart.

We are all statues caught in the rain
With bigger fish to fry
We converse about the glitter in our eyes
Is it joy or is it pain?

We are all just dancing shadows
Flitting through the summer grass
You never had the thought to ask
And now you'll never know

Strung out and you never show it
You were hung like a scapegoat

I am talking to your reflection
For some deeper conversation
Without reaching for murder
Or another cup of coffee

Flying from one hole to the next
You were hung out like a scapegoat

Fly away summer child
Where the winter's warmth
Isn't bleeding you dry
Runnels in the sand
And that pain in your eye.

If you are my dream, why should I ever awake?

Abrakedabra (Soul Town Remix)

Wilting at the stem
Film Noir soundtrack
Grinding gently to a close
Hitting town again
Daring life to come in
Hinges swinging
To shed light
On unconcious prose.

Eyes tied solid shut
With the surety of iron
By the spark of memory hidden
Beneath the scrap heap
Today risen again
In new armament,
Alone and unbidden

Footsteps wending slowly
Down footpaths of stone
Downtrodden, unhappy
The husky rasp of the narrator
Blending floor and ceiling
Into concrete futures
Joined as one.

Ancilliaries

Taken aback by her run amok comments,
The bartender stalled his conversation
And served a round of grisly rhetoric.
Her hunted eyes swivelled slowly around the room
On a search for an elusive hiding place
To chase away the hounds.

I am taken way for a happy weekend
Before and behind schedule
Tupping liberty and flying high
The chariots of the present
Global ecconomies and drunken governments
Satiated with their weaned prides
That run rampant through the land.

Begotten

Tomorrow knocks
I'm far away
In a land of cotton wool.
When Friday comes
I'll be lieing there still
Watch me go,
Watch me

I'll put a face
To your
Drunken dreaming
The rat-race
Is silence screaming
Watch me go,
Watch me

I'll fly away
A cesspit
And a better life
Lies in wait
At the tip of the knife
Just watch me go,
Watch me

Golden locks
And silver
Patterned eyes
Tomorrow waits
For our final goodbyes
I don't want to go
But watch me,
Watch me

We'll share a look
In fifty
Or sixty years
Of the time we lay
And chased away our fears
The glass is full
And the night is young
We've a whole life to live
Before tomorrow comes
I don't want to go
But watch me,
Watch me
Dissappear.

Comments revisited

There is no time like the present
To sign your name
On the dotted line
To a statement you
Can barely remember.

Tuesday's come and gone
And the couch has worn
Deeper groves into
Your supinated conscience
Journeyman's scares.

Are we all so adrift?

It Burns It Bites

Im sitting here all glassy eyed
Through cracked windows
And screens of pocketed pain
Waiting for the chemicals
To bleed from my iris
So that I can see again
And get back to work

Old Bold Cold

The old bold cold
With his neck all enfold
With a scarf made of wool
To tuck away his chill
He never does as he's told
The only thing he's ever sold
Is the old bold cold.

Run of the Mill

"Mr. Ordinary, I presume,"
She said with eyes afire,
"Would you stealthily step to my room
To hide from eyes what will transpire
Beneath the netted curtains
That dangle to my bed
And crush the chance
That looks askance
Should paint your reputation red."

She turned and sauntered down the hall
As graceful as a cat
And he was drawn, with boots and all
Though sense did warn to stop at that
To pivot round and walk away
And run for safer cover
Than was with this lover
Most certainly today.

Doing things Wrong (Again)

The daily grind
Infront and behind
The counter
A countenance
Sunken inland.

Above the high seas
As easy as peas
Below expecations
Expecting precautions
Deserted island.

HellBent

Inside, crushed like a bug
In a tin can, life welling up
Between scarred empty fingers
Glance down at the half-empty cup
And catch breath, taut with a twang
Slice through perceptions
To dip conscious thought
Inside, crushed like a bug
In a tin can, tears flowing down
Into lifeless white palms
Carressed by the winds
Sorrows in mortal form
She is sweet and I am empty
But for this tin of voice
White dust flies pale
And time shuffles through
The billowing curtains
Night sky sighing
I am in pain, but she it at peace.

Mona Subsidiesa

Below the south
My learned friend
Jack-o-comb
And banden end
Upperscotch
The forsint friend
To grief the fallen
Unction rend.

Borrow growths
And ballet bends
Beneath hoggery
Unction sloggery
Ne'er do droggery
Fromiset friend!

Merry Christmas
Pass the listless
List more, owness
Perchaser orbit
Jameson Torbet
And cough bliss
(Or tress the lot).

Jocularity

Hilarious
Again tell u
What you want?
Another jump
To a joy
Trancendant
And blended
With jocularity

Skid-stop

Tumble-down ramshackle
Tackle the ball, head over heals
Wounds and weals
Winding through Bernackles
Slide to a skid-stop
Busting past the busstop
Police in agressive tail
Walled in, welling up failed
Turn aside, take a ride
My, my your voice has grown!
Left to the glittering curbside
On your very own

Sundance

Assinine
Like a dream
Come tomorrow
And come the storms
I've a feeling
She's moving on
From me

Celebrate
I cannot wait
When daylight tolls
With dire force
I've got the strength
To last the course
And stay

Long stares
And hidden fears
When she cries
I'll catch her tears
When she slips
I will be there
To catch her

Head strong
It won't be long
Come tomorrow
And come the storms
I've a feeling
She's moving on
From me

In the Mire

The egalitarian hiss
Of the sliding doors
Welcome us inside
To close-packed appartments
Littered with humanity
And its dregs
We wend the jagged stairs
To a room where the stars
Are multihued casino lights
Held up from the ground
By grasping steel hands
In concrete gloves
Far below the hum
Of impatient cars
And their drivers
Calls us to sleep
To dream of bright futures
Hidden behind
Trashheaped corners.

A Journeyman's Life

Life's journey
One foot placed
To guide the path
Of the juxtaposed other
Through dusty sunset
And milky moonglow
The gravelled road
Speaks to my soul
Possessions in hand
Over a work-worn shoulder
And tied with string
No sooner is a day over
Than another begun
In a simulacrum town
Image of the previous one
Each weary day
Is another adventure

Here's one I finished today that was drafted about a month ago.

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 not open the curtains
To see a new sun rising?

Cleanup Your Act

Boy you are sitting on the fence again
Your body's wasted in anguish
Why don't you make your way home?
Boy you are crying for help again
Are you afraid you're gonna perish
Beneath the razor wheels of trains?

You've got to find a better place
Where the hostile sun
Won't beat you down
If you could just clean up your act
And move to a better part of town

You are in the news headlines again
And your tired eyes reveal
You aren't coping with the pain
Who knows how long this will remain
The weight that slowly steals
Your strength while you refrain.

You've got to find a better place
Where the hostile sun
Won't beat you down
If you could just clean up your act
And move to a better part of town

You've slipped through the cracks again
We saw you passing by
On a trip down memory lane
Boy, you've lost your way again
Just pull over to the side
And get yourself out of the rain

We want you back home again
Where the hostile sun
Won't beat you down
If you could just clean up your act
And move to a better part of town
We'd be there waiting.




The News in Brief

The news in brief
Coming to your screens
We talk you into knowing
What you think is everything
But your delicate mind
Is confettee in our hands
We shall hurl you to the flames.

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.