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

Clearance to gaze out to the stars
Coming in for landing
We behold the heavenly beauty
At our fingertips
Tis nice to lie into the hillside
And stare back at the universe.

I'll polish up my soles
And leave them full of holes.

I am employed to be
The lab vulture.

While the small tethered boy
Flocked merrily to the plane
His eyes alighted like the springing rain
The slumbering mind-sloth shared
His stinging pain
Beneath the happy shadows
At the dock by the narrows.

With his feet so gentle
And his aptitude so quick
He delivered himself with nary a flick
Of the porcine jaws licking
The corpulent corpse
The past was sticking
Beneath the happy shadows
At the dock by the narrows.

Arg. I berrate you Matthew. Laziness is no answer. Official edtings for the book started this day.

Sometimes finding what the answer is, is more important than what the answer is.

Sarah gave a smile
As she snicked the time-card
She liked to play games
And didn't like to work hard
Which is OK
Cause' the boy down the way
Was giving her the eye
She'd wander by
And trick him into her slave.

Line up by lightning
Flares you illumine
The rain-tears soaking
Your face, cloaked in human
Emotions outspoken
Like the birds that glide high
Above the lightning strikes.

Toil and pavement
Washes away
Laughter and sunshine
Gone for the day
Were we to capitulate
We'd run away
And hide behind our latee'

My mind is a minefield.

It's interesting you find the time
To mime appologies
That's not allowed
So strange to think, it's so sublime
To rhyme it back to me
But I'm no clown

To fall for your unending grace
Your face betrays the lie
It's not a game.....

Natural Man

If his thoughts were of glory
Then his eyes told the story
When he would win no more he
Would never give in

To whom it may concern:

Occasion is on
Location is the Cliffs
Time is 6 PM Friday
Invitation youth
Barbeque is there
Food to bring is good
Drink also
And fun
Be prepared for water fun
And volleyball
And more fun.
And such.
Late notice etc.

Sometimes
I strike up conversations
And forget how to say
Anything at all.

The Warfare of the Wandering Eye.

So she starts to cry
And I look her in the eye
"Hey baby I'm only looking"
But in my mind I lie.

You want to take me on?
You want to start the fight?
You are going down my friend
Cause I'm wrestling with the arms of Christ.

Mire, Mire on the Wall

Through the window
I can see
The better half of me.
But if it doesn't show
You won't know
But I'll never tell you.

Ticking Over

On the banks of hesitancy
You sit there skimming stones
In the shade of earth's old bones

I can see you even when I dream

When you're on the track
There's no looking back
Take a chance
You've put it in your pocket
Between the limelight
And the midnights
You've made a change
You got what you wanted.

Finger weaver strands together
Flax and fibre with the timbre
Of steel and stones, rocks and bones
Hold the gold
Glitter, glitter
As the rain goes
Patter, pitter
On tinny roof, so aloof
To industry surrounding me
Of steel and stones, rocks and bones

Taller than Planets.

We are just aliens
In this tiny world
Fingers curled
Flag unfurled
Salute the stars

The glittering day begins
Hidden by cloud
A holy shroud
Screaming loud
As night flees past

We kick them in the shins
These lowly sentients
How convenient
Our fiery temprement
Demands a sublter art.

In a time of sunsets
The sun kisses the earth
And blushes

Computer Love

It's a sad change
That's come over us
You're eyes have died

In a static whisper
A gentle surrussus
Inside you are burning.

Long Time No Post


If you just read
She is falling apart
Between the lines.

Living in a hole
In the ground
Make no sound
But the slap slap slap
Of the soles of my feet
On the subteranian street

Want to pop in
For a quick catchup
And maybe a steaming cup
Of freshly brewed tea
Gunning for frendship anew
As we relax and sip the brew.

She speaks to me
Through extended silences.

The sunshine
Fairly reeks
Of contentment
How are things
Your end of the universe?

With this ring
On my finger
Shining silver
I bequethe happiness
To all and sundry.

If you spend all your time avoiding the cracks, you'll fall into a hole.

In a hole
A dark deep hole
Lives the other side of me

In the light
So shining bright
Is where it wants to be

Lean on with a smile
You thought you packed it
May days ago, You try
Before the numbers pass you by
You hold the ticket
And call out to the stars.

Leaving with a smile
It's such a sad, somnenablance
Holding conversations with your phone
Atleast you aren't going on alone
You ride the airways
King of the sky.

And he built me a chamber
Of frozen bone
A lightless prison crouched
Before his throne
I cried myself to dreams
Of icy regret
Strengthless, the punishment
Was already set

Fool is the man who with his musings
Is taken by paths of his own choosings
A wandering mind is a perilous thing
When wandering the halls of the Goblin King

These thoughts
Make for
Unhappy Company

Morningtides
Sailing to
The open seas
And clutch
At straws
Beneath
A blanket
Of stars.

In the silence of the mind
Her crying little fingers
Etched their way inside my memory
It was the tearstained shutters blinding
Her to the joyfulness of spring
To the life sprouting just for her to see.

My Wandering Days are Over

The quiet kid in the backmost seat
He speaks his mind, he voices all
We are underneath his thrall
My wandering days are over.

It's not an act of supreme will
He hasn't broken down the walls
The storm has passed
My wandering days are over.

I am scared to think that in less than 15 hours, I shall have nothing more to do in my university undergraduate career than fix the errors in the dissertation. Who stole my 4 years of university bliss?

I don't want to wander
From the marked path
But your pregnant silence
Makes me wonder
If there's anything
For me out there.

Alphabetical
Spell my name
In the sand
I stand
Heart aflame
Dirigible
Carry me
Higher and higher
Till the setting sky
I see.

A tired smile
For a worn-out joke
A world afloat
On a little rowboat
And sheets of cotton
For dreams

Bold Slubbergudgeon

Quiet drunk on a one-way street
Who is it you stumble off to meet?
The zealous highwayman, the local choir
They will sing sweet music, and eye you there
Gutter man, with a guttered stare.

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Carribean Minimalist Gem

Sick of the ugly ugly. Gone for the new.

But alas, lost commenter, and counter in all likelihoods.

I dreamed a dream last night
You held me in your arms so tight.

I am getting sick of waking up at about 1-2 AM with some fair-to-mint lyrics buzzing in my head. I would write them down, but I'd have to get up, turn the light on, and puddle around for a few minutes finding appropriate equipment (my book dedicated to said purpose is seemingly never aroudn when I want it). This activity, followed by the excitment of penning muse to paper (and any additional thoughts that follow, would result in an awakened me. Sleeping time is at a premium, what with Honours Dissertation just handed in, and exams thrusting their scantily clad legs around the crumbling plaster walls of next week, I have an argument with myself, that I just cannot afford to lose the 30 minutes of sleep that musing would cost me. While this is true, and I tell myself 'I'll remember it in the morning', all I remember in the morning is 'Ill remember it in the morning'.

Stupid brain.

As such, I am hoping that it is still lodged in my brain, waiting for some other muse-filled night to reappear (hopefully with pen and paper handy and sleep not being such a valued commodity).
Dear muse, return either:
1- during daylight hours when a break from study is much-saught
OR
2- next month or later, where that great being called free time doth dwell.

Once again we recreate the good times
On our blank canvases
We are picking up the pieces
We are running round in circles.

It's not a trifle to hear you laugh
To see you cry
If you'll get to wipe
Away those tears dear
I'll see about some coffee.

Singing slow nonsense to myself
That only I can understand
Grinding my teeth to nubs
The fire that heats my blood
Is running cool ice.

Where's the lovesong? That we sung
When we were bestfriends and now
That's gone you steal the show

Sitting on a Hill Playing Guitar

Sitting in the hillside
Running the mill
The gauntlet is beside
My cup lying facedown
I'm not going downtown
Tonight.

I'm in my cave
I don't much care
If you take the rave
To my silent door
But I'll outsing you
With the wind
As backing vocals.

While Girls Look On.

Won't you come an dream with me
The streams are streaming to the sea
Don't let yourself just fall behind
Follow with your mind.

Jumping on a shuttle-bus
Through the traffic till enough
People watch you pass them by
They know that you're alive.

The timepiece calling you to go
I know I'll never see you now
Take your mask off, take a bow
So everyone can see.
(Speciality).

Farewell Sweet 20

I catch you in my open hands
But you scatter through my fingers
Sweet loss and sweeter release
Through a glass I percieve the man

Dead Man Walking

Woke up this morning
A child of grace
And I won't come back down
These wonderful people
They're all over the place
They're the wrong way round

It's a lightbulb
But it's not alone
Burning out in the city
As we light our homes
We guide them through the night
With someoneelse's light.

Cause I'm saved yeah
I'm saved
And I'm looking through
A dead man's eyes
I'm alive.

We took it all for granted
Woke up each morning
With my own legitimacy
Running all over my face
It came without warning
Now I'm a child of grace.


Cause I'm saved yeah
I'm saved
And I'm looking through
A dead man's eyes
I'm alive.

It's swimming in a drowning river
It's putting out the light
Silencing the sliver
Doubt that rocks the boat
Knowing I will go down alone
But I won't go down.

The sound of snow falling is by definition white noise.

Kiss the Heels of a Stranger

Let's disappear
Embrace the myth
Our souls shall rise again
It's real life in
The lost dungeon
And we forgot the way.

So come on now
It's not a night for crying
We're on our way again
Let's disappear
And come back later
On some other day.

We look to summer
In our winter
Our hands are full of grain
We'll lie together
Beneath this weather
And wash away the rain.

So come on now
It's not a time for crying
We'll never fall again
We'll disappear
And have no fear
We shall return again
When passes the rain.

Catch me in your hand
As I fall for you.

In the glass
Your eyes are perfect
But only shallow reflections
Of reality.

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.