Victoria lies
In a bed of ashes
But her eyes are the heavens.

The winds
Of change blow the leaves
Till they cocoon her.

In unleavened praise
She finds her feet
And walks the untrod path.

Sweet paradise
Take these dreams
Humble servant am I
If I can but fly
I would die
Till all the streams
Are frozen in the ice
Of my loss.

It's a crush beneath the vote
Who will win and who will not
The eyes of all the country waits
Above their empty dinner plates
Will the future herald fame
Or simply turn the land to flames?
I am burning up with fright
To see the government take flight.

If you seek a brighter day
We can wipe the pain away
With a tear drop in your eye
Kiss your tirmoil goodbye.

Jump

I've got to hand it to you
With the rain crashing down
I'd thought you'd skip town
But you're made of sterner stuff

It's difficult to see through the storm
As you lie on your back in the sun
Does it feel like you've lost someone
Like you lost yourself when it really mattered.

So catch the wind and jump
If you'll only try
Next time your number's coming up
And you will fly, and you will fly.

You hurt like you're losing an arm
And your mind when you stop to think
In deeper waters than any drink
And the waves are calling you.

So catch the wind and jump
If you'll only try
Next time your number's coming up
And you will fly, and you will fly.

Tip the silted window to the past
Inside her mind, the jury's out
Where juggling acts close at the last
Her ermine sensibilities to tout.

In the yoghurt trail
The swaggering fox
Beheld truths and falsehoods
Hidden beneath creamy textures.

Clip infinitesimal fantasies
The winged wombat waddles
Bequeathed a grove of trees
To the singing stars above.

Her ermine phantom
Planted populous polygamists
Between the swift hedges
To spread like peanut butter.

(The bitter bantering bandit
Bolted beautifully, broadly boothwards,
Bypassing brilliant botanists basking
Beneath brill-cream blast)

Happiness dangles
By a silvered thread
I'd catch the cold
You send to me
It'd go straight to my head.

I climb the hill
And turn to the city streets
We all look so far away
Through the city night lights
I just follow my feet

Down the forest path
It's really plain to see
That we are all together
When we turn toward each other
And flee.

Cry for me sweet sunrise

In this world of make believe
Hold the truth in your palm

Uncle drive us home
We've driven so long
We no longer know
The lay of the road
As it lies at our feet
Where the past, present
And future meet
Why the gravel stretch
Reaches on and on
Take us home
We won't make it alone
We just can't go on.

She seasawed through
Our preconceptions
We thought we'd found a
Live wire
Atomic bomb
We were so wrong
She's no cosmic flare
But the noon day sun.

I want to fly in a dirigible
It's got not wings and that's the trouble
I'll do it with my stunting double
Shave these hills right down to stubble
Why we'll be the grandest kings
Upon this sea, of blue so fair
We'll trim our hair, So from the ground
Will come the sound Of people crying
"Why look up there! The kings of the air
In their dirigible fair, And magnificent hair
And a certain flair, For illbeggotten dangers
They ain't no strangers, Why if I had my say
They'd come and eat with us today!"

That, friend is what we'd do
We'd fly ourselfs so straight and true
To homes we'd be invited to
And feast till we could fest no more
And gullets full we'd take the door
And to the skies we'd fly so high
It'd make you grandly wonder why
We'd never fall from our heavnly throne
So far above, aloof, alone
But we'd never be alone, no sir.
We, the monarchs of the air
The finest sirs to accend the stair
On the finest beast there ever where
Our mighty dirigible
But, that amidst the happy drivell
Of my old man's dream
That's the capricous cream
The jack-knife in my hand
For as I've been lead to understand
Their ain't no beast within this land
That fair befits such airborne kings
So tis a sad and tearfull thing,
That the dirigible
Has saved me all the trouble
By simply not existing.

Initiate our freedom run
I want to catch the rising sun
I'll do it all before it's done.

Synicism becomes you not
There's no use crying when we're lost
................

Hold to the law with all your mind
It'll drag you down and rough you up
But you won't walk blind

To look into the mirror and see God,
Or to see what we have done with His image?

Children of the Nile.

The god in the sun
Rains dry death
We crouch before
The river of life.
To sever our feeble cords
We need but fall
And be swept away
To where life and death meet.

I am feeling all over-inflated with self pride at my depth and insightfullness for thinking of the statement (hopefully not from the 'plagiarising center' of my brain):

Couples grow apart when they do not grow together.



Catch the pun. It's a slippery one I'm told. My flatmate missed it. If you think it is a truism, you miss the deeper meaning. Honest. It's there and it's deep.


On a down side, I have been sick all weekend and am going to see the doctor tomorrow. Reminder to self - appointment at 9:15 AM.

In Sickness and in Health.

Through the fog of dreams
Is the soft hum of the telephone
I'd reach through stars to get it
But my legs are no more real
Than the dream cosmos.

Love these lyrics by breaking benjamin

BREAKING BENJAMIN LYRICS
"So Cold"
Crowded streets are cleared away
One by One
Hollow heroes separate
As they run

You're so cold
Keep your hand in mine
Wise men wonder while
Strong men die

[Chorus]
Show me how it ends it's alright
Show me how defenseless you really are
satisfied and empty inside
That's alright, let's give this another try
If you find your family, don't you cry
In this land of make-believe, dead and dry

You're so cold, but you feel alive
Lay your hand on me one last time

[Chorus x2]


It's alright [x9]

Decision Made:

Book of 100 of my ditties and poems and such to be arranged and assorted by the end of the year, to put the holidays to a fine use.

Prospective titles: King of the Month
Title Fight
Journey to the Diaspora

Infinatesimally Broken

Don't fear now
Home is just around the corner
Beneath the streetlamps
You are a shade short of beautiful
If you're not to scared
To decend the slopes of your high hill
I'd like to take you home now.

Brushing up
Your breaths are pools of lace
You'd never know it
To see your icy face
But you're not at home
Beneath these night sounds
I'm not an enemy
Anymore, just a shoulder to lean on.

It's not war
Just a skirmish on the border
Of alcohol and happiness
Counting down the court
At fifty hustling paces
I'm not a common criminal
For seeing you safetly back
To pools of light and friendly faces.

Commenter back up after extended drought of external input.
Huzzah!!

Treatise on the Import of Peace.

Shaped like the fields
They fly through
Missed by the lightnings
That decend from fiery sky
Wander the grassy knolls
Without ever wondering why

Fortune pricks the pastures
Teachers in the green
Beneath their summer highhats
The animals covert themselves
In tiny fodder tents
Innoccents in cells.

I think I lost myself
In a pocket of the past
Or in my other pants.

I got soul but Im not a shoulder.

The morning air is bracing
First thing after sleep
The steepled sun is raising
The day up another steep
Enbankment of another
Session at work straining
For straight A's....


The abacus
Straining the truth
Through concious thought
To the rythmic boom
Of guests in the room
Though you left your watch at home
Anihilate
All passing opposition
On the bus seat opposite
When the wheeling gulls
Pass you by one more time

It's a welcoming smile
The razor cuts
Depression
Followed down the aisle
By the cavacious
Confession
We won and lost
The last man
Was still standing
Of them all the most
I seem to miss
Was that smile
An understanding.

Lie with me a while
The road lies hard ahead
And I'd rather not see the back of you
When I can see your face instead.

These things three
A life should be
Long, and strong,
And filled with you?

Recklessly fortold the hermit wandered woodenly down.
Behold, that hermit is me.

It is purest joy
To whisper your name
In the shadows of my heart.

When I reach for the words
Nothing ever sticks
What I mean to say
Never touches lips
It's a farcry from average
But it's all I got,
Afraid, unusable, confused.


Dont you ever wish you were in a dream, but that dream was so real, you could feel all you see. Intertwined with eternity, where the silent pools dwell, you find your way slowly to a deeper well, where the air coalesces and tells you things, what has been, what is now, and what is yet to be. I'm sure if I went there I'd see your face, but would you be looking back to me or to some other place? Afraid like non-other, I'd catch whispers of the wind, encircling its way slowly to the beginning, of sorts. Is it a sport, to always feel out of place, especially when the world keeps turning at its ferocious place. Did you leave me behind or was I never there? I'm afraid to look, as though knowledge changes anything. But the wells in your eyes, still trap me every time. I cant look away, no matter how hard I try. I see you in a photo, and I can't help but smile, and wonder if you think about me every once in a while. I don't think you do, and I don't blame you, If I were in your shoes, I'd look over me too. But that's hardly the point, with my heart on this blade, that cuts me deep with addicting pain. Over distance and time, I watch you live, I could wish for courage to show what I never did. In this forest, this jungle, this cranny abode, the loading emotions do not seem to slow.

Did I hide the sun when I got too close? Were the shadows cast over by the whisp of a ghost. Of the thing that never was, but I wished it would be. As we sat by the table, enjoying the tea. The ants patrolling their dutiful course, and the Sunday sun, slowly setting, behind the iron shed. I look into your eyes, and never wonder why, I can never look away.


Would that I were a butterfly
That you would see as I fluttered by
Perhaps to a twinkle of your eye
As I flapped my wings to your delight
It's a better thing, that one short flight
Than standing helpless in the night
To die in a day, not caring why
But to see the twinkle in your eye.



Sun sets to catch
the backdrop
between the silver platters
the dewdrop
catches fire, in age
thrice bequeathed
standing beneath
the oaken wood stage
we lay our scene
at the feet of a younger generation

It's an inside out universe
You take pictures of my soul
And place them in a paper bag.
It's a fuller dream than the one you left behind
But the creatures in the mirror swallow you whole.

I'm a fallen leaf in a forest
And you pick me up and take me home
Pressed between two processed pages
I find that I'm never more alone

Like the coke you spilled on the carpet
You never go away
You are a picture in my mind
Of a happy universe
Where I'm always blind
To all but you.

The road hangs heavy on your shoulders
Yet someone is holding out the flag
Knee deep in the dust, your past smoulders
In tendril plumes, from trodden slag.
Better to fall in the battle
Than to die a little every day
Sometimes you have to sacrifice realism
For reality.

The Price of Failure

He who cannot take anything seriously, has nothing to live for but a laugh.

Posts flow
Like butter
In the snow
It's been draining
Me so long
The work at uni
Just goes on
Till brain is
Left high and dry
With nothing to post
Dear reader.

Give me a hug
The martian teddy bear
I'll listen to your crying
And promise not to care

Cajun invasion

On a hilltop far away
To the wind you turn and say
"It's a far cry from perfect,
I'm not sure it's worth it
I'm not sure iI can hold anoyther day."

In the street the rain is falling
To your feat the dance is calling
But you'd rather stay as stone
And hide the flesh and bone
You're breaking with your crawling.

The Etherial Discography

It's better not to play dead
With those cables coming out your head
We were wondering what you really said
So we called you up instead.

It's better not to drown
When you're so far from town
And no one's there to pull you out
But plenty pull you down
It's a favorite frown that you put on
The one as clipped as your front lawn
I was wondering when it dawned on you
The looker in the dress so blue
Incredible and hardly true
I can assure you I'd never place
You first in line for any race
Not big or small, you'd lose them all
When they saw how shallow your smile really goes.
With a smile and a nod and a dainty wave
You have them paddling your own way
Which makes us wonder what you did say
To make them so riled, was it your smile?

You're not the king to rule my life
Take another armful of surprise
And run with it.
You played the game through painted glass
And nailed us to our seats in a single pass

It's all a big laugh, from one view or another
As you stand on the throne of a usurped brother
Moths to a flame.

The cryptic flash of the window pane
Brings another day to its lonely end
The electronic hum in your dirty paws
Gripping your only childhood friend
A smudge in your yearbook
And a memory in frosted tears.

Twist the weather
In your clouded mind
The shutters hanging
Light as a feather
Between toadstools
On the forest floor
You store your health
Under a thousand rainbows
Only to get there and find them gone.

Another gander at
A heart attack
When you're just not in it
We will grant you the nod
On your grand piano throne
Plucking out the tune
Of your slow demise

Altogether taken
Abashed you listen
The raindrops falling
On your tiny castle
The white souls flicker
The curtains iced slicker
Than the thoughts in your head
A matter of prime importance
It's not better off dead
It's a handfull assurance

There's a hole in you
The pictures cannot fill
And the buzz in your head's
The end of the road.
Got a voice crying inside
An extra leg for the final scene
To wedge yourself in the trap.

Formula for a reckoning
And the skin-sweet symphony
Is a tasteless curtain call.

So far from the truth
You aren't sure what you believe
And cling to the glittered lie.

Lost in the dungeon. A joblike description.
I find that I'm living. In space.
Occasional contact. The echos of combat.
Ring like a contractul race.
And all of these people. Are dancing in circles.
They try to excape from. The maze.

Dancing on landmines
Attack the bushes
It's a forest of apathy
And you licked the lightbulb
To crown your dignity
Filered through crowd control.

It is natural
Your freedom draws near
An under-Scriptural
Currant grinds our tears
We fall like flies
To the freshly cleaned floor.
(It is against the wall
That we find courage)

Waterfall you call
To me, Your falling
Music so free
Waterfall you caught
Me low, And carried
Me on stepping stones.

Waterfall I never
Find a landscape to be
Owned as mine
Waterfal you carry
Me to the shallows.

I think I am screwed in the head sometimes.

Flashback
It's over
And the moment
Plays, jagged recording
Of the halting steps
That lead, staggered
Innearingly, to the final outcome.
If only
Playing differently
The past was
A different future
Waiting in the shadows for me
To grasp it's reality
A logic puzzle to solve
And add life to a list of successes
Badly in need of extension.

Sarah

She took us to the dark
To nurse our inner child
And running scared
The children fled
The forest deep and wild.

I am not afraid of the nightmare
It’s our imagination
Running here and everywhere
We stand tall together and how
We fall, we shall never know

In evergreen shadows
Playing tricks on our minds
The world became
A silent reign
The harmony of the blind.

And we beheld mysteries
So wonderfully ferocious
They tingled through our senses
And beat us senseless
We stand tall together and if
We fall, at least now we know

No posts for a week.... shocking.

The lounge and the bathroom
My humble kingdom
They say that you wanted
A place.

It's tidy and simple
Ideal for the working
Man on his way to
The top.

Think of it as investment
In permanence
And a change for the better
To come.

He who is afraid to die, is afraid to live.

Awake ye sleepers
The fires of dawn are upon us
To forge a purer humanity
And gilt our humble frames
With the failing lights
Of the stars.

I lie awake asleep at night
The jukebox plays our song
Atleast it was the other day
But theses things change

A thunderstorm
A jack-o-lantern
The neighbourhood's not safe
Not for the children
Why are they in noone's mind?

We lie awake asleep in thunder
So alone and so close
Hunted by our personal demons
Is theere safety in numbers,
Or a teeming horde of fleeing rats
In a maze

It used to be the television
Spoke only fact
But lately I've begun to wonder
Is humankind really so objective?

We risk counterrevolution
When our gun chorous peaks
Another microevolution
Utilize the weak

Goliath rises high
From the ashes of corporate pride
Tears fall in the country chapel
They sing themselves to sleep at night.

A star-spangled fate
Crisscrosses our path
The way ahead in blue and gold
And red, you do the math,
Subtract the poor
Divide by hunger
And multiply
Till we alone are left

The phoenix in the clinging ashes
Our sacred pillars, altars all,
The fires of the stars
Our newfound chorus
Enlightens the eye
As the jagged rain falls
And washes clean our past.

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)