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?