Stagnant ghosts upon the road
Above the road
Marching
White
With the footfall sound of
Nothing
Void
Overtaking the mind
With their careless nothingness
*
Headlights stream over them
Through them
Stagnant they remain
The car to them does not exist
The car hits
Folds through with nothing
They are of another world.
Late summer
The sun flares with light
The back yard full of deep shade
and bright sun together
Air is still cool, fresh
Exhaust fumes trickle
to the bback yard air.
Sour and alien.
Far away, distant
Cars roar on the road
Distant thunder in the ground
in the air.
Dew thick and heavy on green grass.
Shoot colours
yellow, red and brilliant blue.
*
I water my bonsais
those precious little sanity bearers.
The day of insane strife begins.
The sins of my father
burden me.
Lie heavy on my shoulders
and I blame him for it.
*
Part of him haunts me.
A ghost of his
flows in my veins
and I despise it.
*
That is why
I’m so surprised
when I’m loved.
I feel unworthy of it.
Hold on to it
and cherish it.
I need all the love
I can get.
*
The sins of my mother
weigh me down.
Sag my heart
and make me crawl.
She never could understand.
The life she gave
would turn from her
leave her and live.
*
That is why I love
with all my being.
a separate being.
For if they love me and suffer for it.
I too will suffer anything for them.
*
I turn my back
on the sins of my parents.
I refuse to alow them to destroy me
but still they haunt me and taunt me.
Whispering doubts of dying ghosts –
“Your love will be like your parents'”
I use the runes
The runes are sacred
They make the mind drift
Drifting is a warning
It is by will alone
I set my mind in motion.
Do you know what it is to be loved?
Do you?
In the tenderness of light
it starts with a soft caress.
Slowly eases your mind
lifts the souls deep stress.
Consoles you, makes you kind.
She eases your bodily pain.
Leads you through unknown darkness.
Kindness she hopes to gain.
*
You know what it is to love.
Don’t you?
In the swamp of dark
I’ll guide her gently through.
In her silent night
if she hurts I’ll carry her too.
Forever searching for light
she rests in me and holds me.
That’s all she needs to do
for her fragile spell to be.
I see her above me
and I am a moth
I’m drawn to her like a moth to a candle
Her brightness allures me in my dark world
I circle her to look again
Now I feel her warmth warming me to the heart
I fly closer
Circle her once again
She’s so beautiful
so warm and infinately deep
*
I break the circle
Fly to her
Want to be with her
but she singes my soft powdery wings
My fleshy body is burnt
is burning, boiling to the core
to the heart
My eyes melt and ooze from their sockets
As they do, I catch a glimpse of her
behind me as I fall
Then it’s black
Black and hot
I thud to the ground
My corpse crashing
Crunching like a plane of war
Hot and twisted
I die.
Hashish-ah
i makes me laugh
ya see da blue smoke risin’
in da daak nite
an’ da staas
day ah distant an smutherin’
da nite smells o’ da
hashish da goo’ times
da nite is quiet – so still
da slo’ sigh of da hashish
da slo’ sigh of plesha-ah
I laugh an’ feel so good
an’ da blue smoke risin’ to da staas
me am standin’ still
but i is movin’
da hashish she hits me balance
an’ I cannat stan’
but i am stayin’ standin’
da hashish-ahh
da girl flirts wi me
I say somtin an wi laugh
an a time is slo’
an’ i feel an see so differen’
i see wi me soul i hear wi me soul
i feel wi me soul i smell wi me soul
an is so goo’ an’ is so slo’
Hashish-ahh slo’.
Hush cocaine hush
Da people sleep silent
on da sydwalk.
Like da trees in da long
slow snowy winta.
Dirti an twisted
Day ar deed to dis world
Day ar deed to da
freezin winta air.
Day ar dyin.
Slowly goin to da
oda mynd
deyr oda side.
So sleep my children
Hush cocaine hush
Let da people sleep silent.
My fate is sealed
I will die
Run me through
the evil eye
My God is gone
I tell no lie
I challenge destiny
no sleeping dogs will lie
My fate is sealed
I will die
*
I hurt
therefore I am
Coincidence kills
coincidence I damn
Life forced upon me
the battering ram
The lion regretfully ate
the gentle lamb
I hurt
therefore I am
*
The good in others
I seldom see
In him God
it cannot be
Masks of truth
the mortal me
Human animals
hate and glee
The good in others
I seldom see
*
Its my fault
I know
When love comes
when I have to go
So much harvest
so little to sow
The Lord takes his taxes
and leaves me low
Its my fault
I know
*
I ran to you my darling
I run to you my child
I run from lion and lamb
I run to stay wild
Like the horses on the plains
horses that God styled
Horses made of mud and clay
horses made for Christ child
*
Something went dirty
Something went wrong
Deep betrayal
man’s twisted throng
Man’s mind killed God
it didn’t take long
The created white noise
rang the creators funeral gong.
I’m tired of dreaming.
Stars twinkle in the pool.
All my dreams run dry.
I’m the local neighbourhood fool.
I had my good times
in winter evenings cool shade.
Now all I have are memories…
even they’ve begun to fade.
*
If only so much was different.
I watched the children play.
Some things would’ve worked.
So much would’ve been okay.
It’s easy to build towers
from the clouds in my mind.
But a single word
can destroy them I find.
So I’m tired of dreaming
in the softness of day.
All my dreams run dry
none are here to stay.