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