Waking Up Happy.

He awakes in a feathered grip
And sinks softly through the sky
Till the sunshine melts the fog away
And frees his searching eyes.

Salvation
From drowning
A storm in a teacup
An undeserved pickup

Choppered through driving rain
He awakes in a mighty grasp
A glowing shield to drive away pain
Before he even asked.

Salvation
From destruction
An unchecked razorblade.
Asleep in a forest glade.

You show me dental
And I'll show you a man afraid to smile.

Runpad

The dream flowed on.
It was the deceitfullness of the day
Build, slapdash and slipshod
Over the dross of past. Surveyed
Counted, found wanting.
This dream of delicate mists
Thoughtless and beautifull
As they clung to the hills
And thus outshone their betters.
And yet, fragile as a promise kept
Beneath my wandering gaze
Oblivian bested
Them, they faded away.
Slipping through my fingers
A tide of dismay
Thoughtless and beautifull
As they flowed through
My insufficient grasp.

Haltingly, searchingly
I find in myself
Those heady days
In the minds eye
Youth camps.

The morning rays of a waking sun
Hanging droplets in a fair sky
Catch me awake and unnawares.

Those glittering beads of innocence
Pry pack the last glowing embers of the city pyre
Chilled radience retreats back to slumber
Hybernating through summer days.

For once the sky is illumined
But my street is sunk in shadow
So thick I nearly drown.

With simmering contrast in my eyes
A warm mug etched into my palm
I wrestle with the dying grip of sleep
And move to fill the emptiness inside.

Jumped the gun
Evening of fun
Tide of one.

There is a demon in my front porch
He hides between the floorplanks
And whistles in the eves
Through the evenings cold and dark.

There is a demon in my front porch
He fiddles with the latches
And scritches on the windows
Till the neighbours complain.

There is a demon in my front porch
He must be bound by one stronger than I
He could toss me about
Like the child I am no longer.

There is a demon in my front porch
He guards my home from night-men
So in the mornings
I leave some food for him.

The silence in your eyes
Was ten times the answer I required,
Stalking dejectedly back to the shadows
That drape the thickly-woven branches
Of my gloaming consciousness.
Time flowing over its banks
Sweeps my feet from under me.
And I am carried gently, coldly
Out to a solitary sea.

I don't want to stare at this hole forever.

Sooner or later you become the monster you create.

In your eyes I have met my fate

And been mastered by it.

A lie is a poor substitute for the truth.

But every thought I have is false.

Would that I could be your pulse.

And go straight to your heart.

How can we concider it a crime?
You father all your excuses
Won't you string us a line?

You're walking tall, you step up to the line
I'm not a patient man but you're no saint
The ball is in your court this time.

Tears run down your face
Now you've found a place
The saddest goodbyes are the best
Now you've found a home.

It's sad we never got to know each other.
Beneath that grime lies sterner stuff
It's not enough, this time.
I wish it were.

Do you cry, regrets?
The last goodbye is best
So turn your back and rest
And we will drive you home.

Take me to the rock that is higher than I
The waves dash against my feet
And the winds give voice to the storm
Where you and I used to come and meet.
But we shall meet no more.
Take me to the rock that is higher than I
There we shall gaze out to the sea
And hold hands through the dawn.

Beneath the black of his success
He's not drowning in a carcrash
He is wallpapered to the nation
And hollowed by inflation
If his ego can stand the rest
We'll throw a party bash

Would that I had your
Sterile outlook.
To cleanse away frustration
At long hours
Whittling providence
Away, until the fence
Provides a path for my feet.
And a horison to greet.

Sometimes
The screen flickers
And I wonder
What fragile reminders
Of the thoughts of the past
Skittering across its
Snow-blind face
Shall I revisit today?

Jesus had to die.
The disciples wondered why
He told them many times
But they were thick
And it didn't stick
So they ran for their lives.

We cooled our feet
In the stream of silence
And left violence
In our rippling wake.

We fell asleep
In a field of sunshine
We knew that sometime
We must awake.

For they that dream
In the midday heat
Will trail dusty feet
Down to the lake

And there we play
Until evening
Which sees us returning
On our way.

Haven't posted in far too long, but I haven't been completely idle.

An Easter Song.

Where were you when they crucified my Lord?
Where were you when they crucified my Lord?
Were you washing at the stream?
Only He can leave you clean.
So where were you when they crucified my Lord?

Where were you when they hung Him on the cross?
Where were you when they hung Him on the cross?
Weere you searching for your way?
Only He can make it plain.
So where were toy when they hung Him on the cross?

Where were you when they villified His name?
Where were you when they villified His name?
The sun was turned away
And the sky wept with shame.
So where were you when they villified His name?

Where were you when we crucified my Lord?
Oh where were you when we crucified my Lord?
Were you standing in the crowd
When we hurled the insults out?
So where were you when we crucified my Lord?

An Evening Stroll.

The wandering highlights of your hair
Caress the city air,
Distilling breath to laughter.
As we douse the fires of the ratrace
With the flowing country landscape
And no thought spared to after.

The cobbles wend a crooked path
Until atlast
The looming light canopy parts
To soothe our souls
We watch unfold
The stellar spiral dance.

The glimmering highlights of your hair
Caress the fragrant air
Distilling breath to laughter
Tonight indeed
Are spirits freed
With no thoughts spared to after.

In the land of debate
The one-eyed man is king.

It often makes sense at the time
But afterwards the pain reminds you of sense