Tuesday, September 23, 2008

ode to laughter

Pirate on a boat
Soldier on the land
What I thought was funny
The lion said was bland

Adult in the shower
Child releasing poo
What I thought was funny
Was the decoration on the loo

Mammal in the water
Mammal in the air
What I thought was funny
Was a bum shaped like a pear

Goat on the mountain
Sheppard in the grass
What I thought was funny
Was distinctions based on class

Skin on the flesh
Flesh on the bone
What I thought was funny
Was a gratuitous death moan

Lying on a bed of steel
Isn’t for the poor
It is for the pretentious types
For whom normal art is a bore

Twisting to the music
Dancing to the song
What I thought was funny
Is how a g-banger can be a thong

Empty Halls

I hear the voice in me
As I stare to the west
Exalted sin
Morphs with the wind

Unholy immolation
Necessary to proceed
Paths that were trodden
Are mysteriously not

Blast from the east
I breathe from the soul
Writhing in pain
I became reticent

When it all makes no sense
Is when I awake
No map or guide or squire
To ask the way of a stranger

Sometimes I cannot see in front
Without a fault in my eyes
No veil, shield or wall
But a trick from my mind

I turn and dream
Of free thought
What binds me within
I cannot be sure

Down
In the depths of skies
I can hear it calling
Right in front of my eyes

Vast dimensions beyond reach
Perpetual through time
Listen to the drums
Pounding from afar

I once had everything
Chasing dogma through corridors
I finally caught the disease
The disease of emptiness

Hollow cavities are filled
As the water falls
From the mountains…
This is what she said

“stalk the night into the day
disregard what you find
pray to the god of dark and death
and be interested in the answers you find”

I realised I was dreaming
And my next action would be last
When the sun escapes the moon
I chose the door that was unlocked

Zipping through the world unknown
In a blink and eternity at once
Clearly displaying the link
Between awake and sleep

Sleep tight little one
Snuggle into bed
The dreams that play in rest
Might be what is suppose to run in your head

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Waving to Death


Sliding down a maze of mirrors
I lift my veil to see
A light shone back and forth
handing out a key 

Down I went
starting to enjoy the ride
catching a glimpse in my eye
I turned to hide

Soft kisses of life gone by
love reigned from the wind
there I saw the mighty breath
blowing the autumn leaves

How I laughed at 
the joy of my trip
hee hee ha hee ha hee ha
Waving to death I grab her bony hand
She swings me up, gave me five
just before I reached the end.