Kneel

Like a grandmother

Kneeling by the altar

Wishing, praying, hoping

Someone is there

Legs crack and ache

Harden wood, harden stone

Never forgiving

For your hard worked knees

And your hard worked back

God has taken them all

And given nothing back

But with a tear in her eye

Still she prays

Her tears hit the cold lifeless floor

Stained glass illuminates

The pathways and doors

Where are you god? Where are you jesus?

No one is here today

And the grandmother feels alone

Children are in school

Parents are at work

The organ is being cleaned

Pipe by pipe

Slow by slow

But the notes come tomorrow

The immigrant cleaner sucks the dust

That came with the revellers

Disinfects the coffers and the hand rails

Fills the holy water

Spills it on the floor

Neglects to clean it up

The priest sleeps in today

Today is not a holy day

So he dreams of jesus lying in bed

His bed, with him

Cuddling and kissing

Spewing forth money

To buy new robes and loin cloths

Lustfully grabbing skin

And pinching with a twist

As the world revolves around

Outside the gothic arches

And limestone blocks

Behold the lonely grandmother!

“God is here on Sundays” she cries

Staring in awe at the walls

“And every other day in my heart.

Why not today?”

She cries for her love

She cries for her children

The upbeat reverie church provides

Goes amiss with the dusk

On Sunday night

The organ sounds

But no fortunate tune

Only a tuning of the notes

And a cackle of witches breath

Hits the ears

Disgusting discordance

You sounded so beautiful at

Christmas mass

Look behind the curtain

And you will find the wizard

Full of hubris and pompous

An atmosphere not bettered

By artists and moralists

Here and then

Sitting alone in the pews

Business begins at nine

The church bells still chime

And like a grandmother

Breaking calcified bones

With the pressure of death

Do you have a year

Or an hour left?

Tangible Choice

Who has a life that is worth more

Then a plant in the woods

Or plants tied to a rope in the sea?

Is your viscera waiting to escape

And claim its worth and right the throne?

Would your brain then complain and

Be represented by your heart

In an honourably fleshy

And human

Trial about humanity?

Choose your part

Your body part

Gazing then at oceans, forests and lands abroad

Cries the eyes

“without me you would want to die

or be killed by your manic depression”

Then the tongue lashes out and tries to kiss

The first face that it sees

Begging to lick and be licked

To provide the essential being for you belonging

Waiting for your three essentials, he supplies

Birth, marriage, aging

My tongue latched to a maidens

Is the best of all three

Welcome to the other side of the moon

All your flesh loses to me

I am the dirt

Who will present your flesh with maggots

Who will do you no honour

Who will die because your flesh is gone

And marrow empty

So they too shall return

But no filthy worms shall eat them

Welcome to the true essentials

Of life that is now

Time that is always

Death that is honest

No judge, trial and jury needed

For the beautiful innocent man

Where flesh cannot compete

And souls and character do not exist

Flowering in the winter the petals always grow

And fall every day

On the bed of the eternal serpent

Who makes his bed of your fear

Loss of the need of comparison and will

It is truly a time to lose and kill

Reveries of mantra, prayer and waste

Forgotten with warted tongues taste

The Venerated

Leaping over stones likes frogs
Crawling through bushes thick with thorns
Cutting the thick rope around your neck
Escaping on the clouds as I stay

Studying averagely to be mediocre
Raising to the summit never seen before
Looking down at the people
Flowing tears fill the dams

No one above but the sky
The rest a myth, a thought, a lie
Nowhere been but your snowy point
Arrived for the lecture with god too late

Looking down white beard flows
Ankles crack, back bent like a bow
Wasted matter to become a climber
Too late now to have a shave

And who is it you are going to save?
A few, a place, a time, a breed?
Watching as the bodies pile up
You lit a match in your beard to keep them warm

Still they climbed, salivating, gnashing
You were scared but helped them all the same
Shut your eyes, images left
No more tears as they left you to die

Why did you try to save them all?
Did they need it, were they socially small?
Beware reads the sign one rung up
Of thinking you think as others think

Before daring to dream of heroes and kings
Think of tyrants, plebs and holy rings
Salvation was abandoned by the gods
who left nothing but fluids to mix

old and decrepit, knees cracking now
eyes bereft of sight and mind of vision
all the souls you tried to help and save
piled right up and covered you in shame

saving a robot, saving a drone
not tuned in, no need to care
who is the beast that jumps
from cliff to cliff, height to height?

Two beasts, one for each eye
Never tiring, bounding high
Knocking and kicking the corporeal back down
Laughing and singing all awhile

No need to thank them or care
They leave you alone to wilt and despair
It is not your honour they take up
But the kingdom and power of Saturn’s cup

Equilibrium restored, people are few
Try to climb, complain it is too steep
Now here lies peace, not debated
It came from the mind of the venerated

What if I create?

What could be softer than wood?

Reaching beyond rafters may give splinters

In the weak forearm of flesh

Or in the mind where it suffers

The most important glands

What could be more beautiful than blood?

Existence confined within soft fleshy veins

Human, a real human, caged, the blood drips

And returns to earth, wets the soil

Patience never around as it wrestles with time

What words could be unique?

Are the phrases uttered by revolutions

Curtailed by the sun or by man?

Raising skies, falling doctrines

Philosophy to drive to apathy and aporia

And leave axiom at the wayside

What if sloth were a virtue?

Would the lands be green and inviting

Watching for you to step in its sand?

Studies rely on reading and remembering

Before long, too late

To create

Just a glimpse inward

Of what it really means

To be flying

To Be Asleep and Awake

Clarity reaches the moon as a perfume
arising from your skin
sullen in its ways, I cannot see
but I can smell the sweet infectious odour
In the sky, even when asleep

Awakening
I forget lost dreams
and remember insignificant processes
that help to lay the sleepers for the tracks

Train arrives, train departs
Is this to be awake?
I cant remember the colour of your eyes
the scent of the forest
or the specific movements you perform
just for me
just for my presence
the planets keep shining in their homes
i still forget

Attempting to build a shrine
a shrine of remembrance
to remember why I am here
and why i forget that

Freedom

Freedom surrounds my lips
and knocks out my teeth
swarms of written words
infect paper across time

They lift up
slowly sink
into the conscious mind
obliterating forgotten customs
and why we are here

Honey sticks to my fingers
as I chomp and spit
out the wax on the wall
contentment purely physical
I am a professional

Lost
Filling my coffers
Would you believe
I believe in this?

Preach to me nothing
I have an infectious religion to spread
contagion through sullen breath
and sunken intoxicated eyes

The animal in me forgets all that
and yearns for the sweat
the god in me remembers

all you have done
he throws away
with the tissues in the bin

Half half an abnormal sight today
but heard by tomorrow

A spear to pierce the heart or brain
Not both -
unless you really want it
I am the man who will throw
and run to catch its point with my eye

I smell your stink
I smell your stench
overriding lies bear baskets of fruit
filled with maggots
you cant see
chomping away
acrid stench for eternity

dont worry soldier!
stand up and fight!
disgust the hippies
disgust your disgusting mind
show the creator you can leave
and disgust him in due time

act and dont forget your mask
you true purveyors of the arts
throw morality out the window
kick out the ceiling glass
better to stand and die
than lie and die

Free
You are free
to connect
to reconnect
free
you are free
I am the grinder
you are the wheat
covered in cysts
cure is there!
over there!
solemn scythe
the only answer

Old Face Shows Wrinkles of Discontent

Im trying to think of a life so grand
That it has a wife, house, dogs, animals
I saw this one thousand times today already
Mute answers still conveyed

Are all women frail?
Can a phallus make a man?
Forgive me my dear
you remind me of a prostitute
sans disgusting connotations
that make us learn

This circle that surrounds me
grew into a sphere
I bounced from walls and ceilings
gravity kept me grounded
While the earth orbited the sun
and floated in comparison
with whatever bubbles of gas
Trapped inside the sphere

left to watch all that possess
other cages of spheres
multiplying my fears

I waited for the change
that never happened
then it came
my circle was the same
Never achieving fame
God must be to blame

Then the shiny mirror showed me -
my face was older
You disappeared
Youth disappeared
but the start remains
the start of the circle
the many revolutions
in your sphere

Angels

I am the bark that sits on a tree
and rots for eternity
I am the tree that's roots consume
all you have built
I am the lumberjack that hacks
your life from guts
I am the sharpened axe that gleams
when it flies for you
You have wasted all your time

I am the tiger ripping flesh
and blood from your bones
I am the wasp that stings
and flies with the wind
I am the eagle flying high
swooping to eat your lamb
I am the corpse, thin and crude,
that will dance with you tonight
You are the walking dead

I am the gun on the hip of god
and the bullet that flies for you
I am the olden creaking wood
added for you to burn
I am the rusted nails
forced into your flesh
I am the skeleton riding with
my horse to victory
You have a worthless life

Chameleon

Iridescent chameleon climbs over stone and wood
like it were grass
Perhaps it is? Who am I
to say it is not?

A thought for a thought born in time
But what if left were right?
Would the chameleon know the way?
Would it use a mask
to cover its face
change colour on it base
Stick a lawyer on its case?

O Sweet chameleon, who put you here?
Was it to light the sky
scare people from another time?

Symbols of swords
symbols of grace
could it be that your purpose
Is to light futures way
with an iridescent glow
and opinions to sway

Looming to Fill

There is your fate
in the distance
comes hurtling
speed of light
runs you over
red mist cloud
death is driving
laughing conductor
your train arrived on time

Time is now up
not for everyone
specific pointing
a bony finger signals
your time is up!
knees start shaking
cries of hurt
bounce off the walls

whole life spent
doing nothing
you thought it was everything
accumulate money
daughters married
your name lives in
a grandchild
until the plague comes
and you die again

leave it behind
no luggage allowed
not even flesh
express train to nowhere

No contribution
to society
only a job
that you loved
professional at lying
no amateur endeavours
buy a marble
gravestone with
your winnings

gamble time over
play time over
scratch the surface
was the revealed
life too hot?
Fire element
scalds your hand
afraid you run
to mummy

all those years past
afraid of fire
go to the bee hive
eat the honey
be one with the drones

multiple regrets
held inside
death will listen
turn his head and laugh
as well
cant stop smiling
he makes you dance wild
shows you what
matters in life
blank canvas
empty skulls
books of learning
wine and women
too late for you now

dead tree looming
in the desert
no shade from
the brute sun
skin is burning
leaves are missing
sit on the root
wither and die
you are worth less
than the sand
that fills death's
hourglass

Gifts

I can't find or take -
tides of emotion soar above a promiscuous eternal land
then sparks the rain that drowns on one end
and nourishes on the other

Who holds the ancient bar and chain?
I shall give her the name Symbol
Let us be prettier!
More fanciful, romantic, frabjous!
She can now be called Helen;
Honourable intentions indeed

I am meticulously hiding the fact that my finding is lost
and my taking was cast aside with outgrown clothes
Like a net thrown in shallow water, it is a glorious find,
aided by a person who needs to share a hand

To aid my weakness
You need to give me something
Something? Shall I challenge my own word?
Yes! Confidence rains and falls from the eagles
You need to give me Love

Slake my thirst
establish the archaic balance
Like Helen and Nanna gone before
I don't want you to find me
I want you to give me love

Of Stories, Gazes and Inner Thought

The words part lips all the time
I hear it from many lost souls on my quest
Did Jesus say it was so?

I'm staring at an ivory Christ
His head hangs to the right
all of his power and might
lost through rusted nails
told through stories and tales
I follow the conspiracies in the gale

And more stories fly in my head
While I wish my steps more in stead
I know that it seems like I fled

Yet I remain in this place
Jesus and his disciples
Resonate through nothing

All this prayer and dismay
resonates through nothing

Should I have read more books?
Studied knowledge from all of time?
Put Wisdom and Saloman up high?

Or believed in man
who I'm sure once said
I'm not afraid to die

Burnt by Shadows and Holes

Don't be so sad, my friend
she is only hiding
in the wind and rain?
I told him I knew
because I saw her there before

I visit the shadows and waterfalls for love
All I find is water and
patches of earth
that get no sun

I don't live in the shadows
but it's the last place
left I can look
And I won't give up

Answers are lost
and my eyes are asleep
What to look for?
Where to go?

Shown the doorway and nothing else
My feet and back ache
All the rest goes to the side
while whispers resonate
And I wont give up

Change is the name of my friend
Nothing is the name of my love

And I wont give up

Mixer

Once again im mixing lives
and im running out of masks
to paint them with

All the glorious promises
I heard and drank
Everything I gazed upon
I fell in love
where were you when the boat was sinking?
Next to me? on a raft?
or walking on the water

Open the wooden cupboard
hear it creak and moan
a naked body only hears the tunes
if warmth, cold, hunger and fear
cover it to hear what you want
playlist for free

All the running and arguing
all the focus on the right and correct
all the life on offer
all the costumes in the cupboard
masks waiting for paint

Looking for prestigious paths
Hiding in open glass jars
Draw your city in chalk
then put on your robes
to walk in

Marry yourself to smiles
create them if you will
bring along despair
and leave it with the bank

worship nothing and you will see
freedom! sea or land!
what makes this noble?

you know who is valued
each in our section of the pie

Don't eat too much!
your mask will be that of the clergy
you can float
but be on top

The gravedigger is unfortunately deaf
so before you flatter and amaze
think of your path
and prepare it accordingly

You

You over there
face so strong
with stature overwhelming
your flowing hair is a lot like mine

Why stand out in the sun
when you are as nimble as a shadow
shifting throughout the day
and disappearing at night

Now it is cold
where I stand
skin shivering
Now im in the promised land

Why bother with so many
of flesh, bone and tongue
when it was already burnt
thanks to the greatness of man

Conquering general I salute
army by your side
beautiful and vile
with frown and smile
we shall meet soon
and we will stand eye to eye in the heavens,
draw and shoot,
you go first, my mortal flesh taught me
how to challenge your dogma
and ascend

As I sat and wondered
no forest to walk through
no perfume of a flower to smell
I looked out the window

In wait - the veritable forest!
every tree a different shape
each plant, flower, bee unique
the hardened dirt tough on the knees

As I looked
each rose was a thorn
intricately woven
to prick your nose for the red

Void

Last night I took on a challenge
wanted for so very long
then played out behind my eyes
as I lay open and free

Feeling on the edge, some say fear
some say a sick feeling
all that is known
is an uncomfortable hand on the heart

Serenade through the night
boots stamping and hands waving
the eyes that watch your moves
are closer than even I thought

Direct contact will not save me
only confuse and leave to wonder
whatever happened to the world I can see
and touch with ancient hands

Never in the past
only a mind to unlock
and throw away the key
As I lay by my side
giving the answers within

Locked

Relax sweet friend
it's coming here now
Years traipsed by, in joy
reminisced - in pain
The frabjous pairing of
love and hate
Left us lost and afraid

Assurances are paired with lies,
sprinkled from above
Locked in state for all time
only covered in a fine film of dust
frozen with hands down
not reaching for the stars

Maze of Names

Something is not right here
Something has gone amiss
There are people everywhere!
But I cant see a thing

To blink is to open my eyes
split second viewing
All I see is names
Shall I choose one for my baby?
Or let them fall away with time

The trees are too silent
The earth is too fertile
The signposts are faded

The parchment is replaced
Now the map is unreadable
Does it really matter?
Can I go off the stars,
When it is daylight?

Behold! an alter from afar
Is a banquet table up close
adorning plinth with a trophy;
the triumph of one
one with nothing

I am lost in a maze of names
empty space now full
contained space now empty

lead me to my stage!
Where are the friendly ones!
Speak! I must speak
to my friends!

I am lost in a maze of names!
Your acrid curse haunts me under the moon
Even though it is day
I wade through the peat, snow and crushing dirt
to find your name!
Blessed beauty, reading your name
will fulfill me for eternity and cause
my rants
to cease!

Space no longer
Filled with dirt and organic matter
Fertilised

Only the wind brushes my hair
I look to the sky
New empty space!
Fresh and waiting for names

Bare Foot High Heel

I see your legs crossed at the knee
I see you dotting your eyes and crossing your tease
I wonder why you're staring at me
I see you looking down with ease
With a pretty little smile and bunched up hair
No one revolving you stands a chance

I seriously think you're copying what I do
Does that make me the sun,
and you the moon
Or does that leave me
with a pad in my hand
and a pen in yours

She turned her body toward the aisle
I kicked my leg up and showed some hair
I pucked my lips and turned my head
She reached into her bag
and covered up her beautiful eyes
With some sunglasses on, fine and trendy
that I had been wearing from sunrise
If I had been standing, my knees would be bending

No words, softly spoken
Burning, Burning, Burning, Burning
Grim grey clouds, parted north
sky blue love, all around

Smoothest contours I have ever seen
humid land makes me keen
Sitting, staring, high heels on
accentuating and distorting, images are rife, now done
only cooled down when I winked
and saw a good old bone
with a ring

Walking, Thinking, Lying

When you walk under the moon
you get left behind
Never looking at the reason why.
Soul sucked to the dark side
reveling in the secrets
rebelling at your pseudo laughter

Until you realise
The stars are all around
above and below
left and right
you will walk into your grave

Burnt with lies;
only because their worthless.
What have you left behind?
A smell? A tale?
An epitaph whose words
fade in the sun
fade in the wind
and then in the mind

Laughing at the dead
Creating an existence
to be remembered
for nothing

As I cry in the night
no tear is shed
Laughter rings the bell of
the church and calls
the commons to arms
to kneel and bow

Subservient man
already man
following paths
that clearly lead
to the freshest cemetary
where you will remain

forever and ever
Amen

Who Is This Person I Seek

Who is this person I seek?
Where are the dwellings of my night?
How do such sighs invade me so
and stare at me with all my might.

Who is my love?
Where she roams I never know
to work, sweat and cry;
upon another's shoulder
and bow

Could white into black
be so pure?
I still see and smell your flesh.
Through the ink, I am so sure
Watching like the moon by day,
Point and linger at me,
this way

Crossroads of nihil

I stood at a crossroads the other day
nothing was staring at me but the sun
was it morning?
was it nearing evening?
No one knows, no one cares

I was waiting for you but you didn't come
I didn't know what to think
until I read the newspaper
and viewed the funeral notices;
your dad had died.
and so had you.

I contemplated for a moment what to do,
still with the sun in my eyes
and still standing at the crossroads
of nihil
four roads, one life,
one chance

the crunch of dirt under my boots is becoming
more satisfying than that of grass,
or concrete, or asphalt
the crunch and grind of rock and sand
places me closer where i belong

Even when it started raining, i stood there,
leaning on the post without a care
but luckily with some cigarettes.
I lit one up, sheltered by my wide-brimmed hat
it fumed and piled a bunch of misery on my body;
yet i puffed and laughed

the dirt no longer crunched
the sun no longer shone
everything was predictable and futile,
just as the signs you probably will guess
before i read them to you.

nothing
everything
peace
freedom

where do you go, when you passionately believe in all of them
yet believe only in passion -
and being afraid of murderers

when I am a medic
causing extra delay on my way
to helping people is a disgrace.

My thought does not provide a bride, a fresh cigarette
or a beer;
it only makes me laugh
and my choice no harder
but further away

Forever

sleep sleep
cool pleasant sleep
reality fades
to the land of dreams

why is it perfect here?
why is it perfect here?

Nightmares turn to dreams
sweeter than the world
self exported cheap
nothing to fear
nothing to fear

perfect mind
bending reality
women at your feet
ocean spray success

sleep sleep sleep

key to the scales
balance of dreams
balance of mind

pain is success
fear is a symbol
of nothing

nothing to fear

sleep

Midnight Stairwells

The morning before midnight
My mind was real blurry
Focused on a person
Who took me to dance

The sun baked the window
Inviting me to wake
starting up the engine
I stood up to fight

Now I stood up tall
walking along the carpet
bare foot, shirtless
descending the stairs

I rounded the corner and was amazed at what I found
Here was nothing but a mannequin
she looked fine
So I asked her to dance

The morning after midnight
Before the rays hit
the night was dark and warm
and the vibe was as sweet as you
Windy, rainy, cloudy
all helped to make it calm

When we sit and stare
at the cogs and cobwebs
creating can be as easy
as joining bricks with mortar

People are so friendly
mixed in a world of cement
so they stick together
and want to get hard

so ill walk over you
with muddy boots
dropping cigar ash
and singing a tune

worthless evening over
nothing in my hand
wish it was yours
would i still be sad?

I know you will find me

If hate was planted in air and space
confined within twisted steel and earth
what would grow?
What would we say?

When the bush that grows
was a flesh plant
permanently opposing its seed

Love! Love!
Love!
The ugly beast reared its head
and blew a sigh of relief

The morning brought buckets
of warm knowledge
used to bathe
the masters of wisdom

Stride length astounding
tidy muscles kept in check
A mind who balances in the skull
viewing images of
renaissance masters
images of beauty
Astounding beauty!

Coming from the depictions of women
You grew the seed of love inside me

The hate tree stands
tall and proud
but a
torrent
of love
formed the rivers and the lakes
that balances Thoth's scales

A disjointed Picasso
You were there
gorgeous
radiating

flesh so pure

Dressed for work, ready for life
applying the mandatory face;
your own is a
mountain
covered in snow

Legs to worship
Limbs of flowing golden wheat
dipped in a fine gold to escape
the scythe
perfect plan
only you could make
something so simple
as golden as the sun

Your hair released
filled the void
between the greatest chasms

Of you and I

Caressing gently, touching soft
The condition I'm in
is all for you

Still!
The philosopher stands!

Until you smiled.
My chest exploded.
My cheeks went red.
O' hopeless man!

Brought back to earth by a woman
Red lips pulsing a flash
of a smile
crushed my heart;
and reformed it
so it may pass true on
the scales

Now I write, yes
To calm the wake
mesmerised and perplexed in a bizarre world
You are beautiful

And I don't even know your name

Winds fly by my hair

Our hearts will keep us close forever

Yet our minds know;
We will never see each other again

Do you believe in love?

A time to hear a bell

As I cry in the night
no tear is shed
Laughter rings the bell of
the church and calls
the commons
to arms;
to kneel and bow.

Sub servant man
already dead
following paths
that clearly lead
to the freshest cemetary

where you will remain

forever and ever

amen

Another night in the sky

When you walk under the moon
you get left behind;
Never looking at the reason why
Soul sucked to the dark side
Reveling in secrets
Laughing at the limbless that is lifeless

Until you realise
The stars are all around
above and below
left and right
you will walk into your grave

your fate is
to die;
your life is complicated -
what a great time to die!

Burnt with lies
only because their worthless.
What have you left behind?
A smell? A tale?
An epitaph whose words
fade in the sun
and then in the mind

Gods can die
Gods will die
Gods are dead
But the one true God
is me

Laughing at the dead
Creating an existence
to be remembered

for nothing...

journeys

Hello people

Despite the lack of updates, I have written heaps of poetry and philosophies and I hope to get old and new ones up regularly.

The world is beautiful and has inspired me for the next wave of writings.

Enjoy!

Jacques

the wine

the wine reveals my mood
to be of satisfaction
but only for myself
as it seems that when i talk
nobody listens

one day is sweet and full of flavour
the next is dour
some people die for this
while i keep on ticking

complete innate happiness
beset by being lonely
i only want to be by myself
until someone walks in the room

craving blooms of sweet bred flowers
lying softly on the bed of the lake
hush my dear, im listening
to the sounds of my ear

the sonics are beautiful and changing
flowing with the mood
while i came around
i never found you

sitting still dreaming
sick and angry of who you are with
i picture you with me
then picture myself dead

enough to tear my hair out
enough to be content
while i sit hear wanting
a new part of me has intent

no i aint giving up
yes i already have
cool concrete breeze is killing
the free i have in me

leaving

i tried to leave town
but i couldnt
fear arose
then was cut
and put
in a vase

goodbye to forever

see you thinking
i got the key to the gate
the gate of society
the gate of mine
not of nanna

who will turn in their sleep first
who will shed the first tear
do i think these things?
should i think these things

driving into the dawn
with a picture of my girl
if i dont slow down soon
im gonna have to hurl
back seat driver
front seat friend
listen to neither
end up off the bend
without a tailor to mend

fresh rose cut and left
where lovers walked
picked up and brought to me
gracious and happy
to have some sweet red
in my life

throw money into the pond
should throw your life
one and the same
liquid torrents rushing
bring new creatures
flat and round
same thing remains

we have our time
we have none

bringing songs on guitar
to show some light
what remains
is the light
off your candle
lit for me
burnt by you
i tried once
i lied never
scared and trying to find
where my sayings lie

branching

walking always with a purpose
but with nothing to say
you walk along a path
sometimes concrete, sometimes dirt
as a person walks by, you ignore them
only to wish they said hi
or glance a stare that says
"why didn't you look at me?"
and as you twinkle along to the next star
you stare at the faces in the crowd
longing to be one
longing for one

crescent moon gives you no hope
nor says anything that you will use
reiterate the doctrine and follow
in your own way
tell others you are free like the wind
and as holy as a priest
yet the roots from your soul
are dug deep in the soil of society
that lie at the brushes
near your feet

forgetting that the sun will rise tomorrow
in the east
you step once more the darkness
although you cannot see
you insist on placing yourself in
a dangerous situation
including falling in a ditch
approximately six foot deep

pray to the gods
for they are beautiful
and remember the colours
bright and unforgiving
that once splattered your palette
and gave birth to nothing more
than what anyone else did
but you glanced sideways,
then turned back and looked again
a wry smile formed on your face
and i know why
it was always your mind
that created the extravagance
and made it your own
then explained to the minions
why they should do the same

take off your sunglasses mister
see the blurry light, it flashes
and looms and resides
deep in your mind
flash back to the tiger in the street
then breathe the fumes of a new millennium
soak up our time
then spit out nothing
this one will take a bit longer
but its fun just the same

alone blues

people keep coming around
but im never home
just leave me in this hole
so i can leave you

when im alone im singing
but dreaming of you
when you come around knocking
i get so sick of everything but...

i treat you bad
for that im sorry
i understand your decision
it is I who lead you there

my punishment goes on forever
girls they keep leaving me
i know its my doing
but it leaves me in my hole

when i fall asleep
visions so strong
i see the perfect woman
and she leaves me alone

Hold not onto trees with leaves
the lynchers will find you

come back ascended

Once again the tide has turned
the moon pulled it up
and dropped it back down
into my lap. I wondered and
cluttered for such a long time
about nonsense and life
but not about death

then when the alarm ticks over
and you naturally formulate words,
the power shows you paths while
the mind shows you openings;
im not sure how i succumbed

then awake from this pathetic slumber
and rise above the clouds, while trying
to touch the moon. Scary thoughts can be
misleading until you have been shown how

In a moment of perfect clarity I arose - stricken with a curse that leaves me blessed
No one has a gaze fixated on black bells
as the people of the earth file into church.
Standing back, the grass is not green, yet it is sweet and sounds like bliss
aching physical elements beset by the truth
that there is none, so we will have to choose
life lies not for the wicked, but the smart
the journey to winds afar lead me to the true heaven's door,
waiting like a clandestine warrior ready to pounce

happy was he to see me! not many venture this way
the mould and stink of fresh air i still remember
no turning back, no need to fret
as I saved the secrets to emancipated mind, justice served
and saved the gate from rotting with my brain