From the time of my birth, anew

For if a phoenix shall soar beyond its capacity
Churchills bark, full of audacity
I am game to feel an empty loss
A place of silence, the resonance of dross

Words remixed in a deluge of hails
Fires relit, rebels with no nails
March upon our banner fully
As smoke fills lungs, tounges do bogies

Potato jackets full of ocean salt
punters blasted with summers dead colt
we seek our mountains gains
rocks fall, gain to pain

Lake girl hit, the hospital is split
towers above the clouds
terror drives them, into the ground
wars begin again, barking hellish den

Dash tells of no future for children
Inspiration fell short of desires
Coral forests white like policy
Rudd speaks empty apology.

Around again this trickle-down lie
A plebiscite to run marks on tyres
Rainbows immersion, postal dispersion
We ask what a gurt ocean is

Fires and fires, a yet ignore
what is more important than
our counties wounds
will attention be given soon

Vous Cap Gump

Getting all the dreams

Corona and work by Microsoft Teams

I can’t get my coffee and cream

Washing my hands, and singing my prayers

Watching the screen, getting glare to spare

I’m watching a live stream of O’hare

Oh I’m lonely

distance socially

Coronavirus blues

Missing all the social cues

Nightmare fueled by the midnight news

Shutting the stores down, chewing on noodle cores

I’m just trying to do what I can and not be sore

Necropolis (Song)

You killed me with hate
I’m dead and its fate
That I will come up from my grave
And defeat you

I sing with a deathly howl
and I summon my brethren now
We come up from our graves
to defeat you

You put those coins in my eyes
To place me in dept, I died
So I wake from my eternal sleep
to defeat you

Necropolis of woken souls
No stopping us
Our forsaken guile
Seeks you out and release you!

Necropolis of woken souls
No stopping us
It’s a deathly howl
Deeply we regret to,
Eat you!

Down inside our city of the dead
We sleep with all that you regret
But now we wake and seek to make you one of us

Eat your soul
Eat your words
Sing your death song and know your one of us

Necropolis of woken souls
No stopping us
Our forsaken guile
Seeks you out and release you!

Necropolis of woken souls
No stopping us
It’s a deathly howl
Deeply we regret to,
Eat you!

And defeat you

I sing with a deathly howl
and I summon all my brethren now
We will come up from our graves
to defeat you!
And defeat you
And defeat you
And defeat you

Eyes on the shadows

A man walking

Street lights change

Pavement and hazelnut coffee

Storm hails from a dark unseen sky

A cat wandering slowly eating the birds killed by the hail

A fox running through the square

Women in pink dress with black hair, fixing her shoe

Crows nesting

Watching them fledge

A night of rain like none ever before

Less cars than before

More urgent steps

The crows come back

A storm kills them too

A cat, sits and sees the humans too

The days seem to have been shorter

Then heat and heat and heat

Cats lie abandoned

One human slowly walks though the square

Only the cat left

Years pass

Empty city full of cats

Everything is breaking

Animals and plants come back

Ice falls often

Then the cats are bigger

Smarter

A then one finds me

And I cannot observe anymore

Wade on the way

We wade out the way, to the ocean blue

I have been there way out on the ocean blue

Swimming I was, between these banners bright

Lost in the ocean, but to come back means we don’t

Sucking us down the rip in in the waves comes as suddenly

Grasping for air we see the lights

But then again we ask for a kiss

And then we are on the beach, and feeling dirty, unclean

On side road, meet me

Leftovers from the night before

Eating them for breakfast

Gallery of the meals we have

Have been posted to instagram

The clues, we leave behind each day

To find each other’s here

This empty city, just us all alone

And I walk in my best coat

To were your first clue is

A sign that used for me, says to meet me on the side road

Of course it isn’t that easy

Another clue their waits for me, and I’m in no hurry

For each clue leads me to your heart

And I’m in love with your mind

Cuddle heart

Every day my heart smiles

Every place we are together

Cuddle heart

Love to hear your voice

No matter your mood

Love the feel of skin

Especially, nude

This is our place together

Joined by love, angels feathers

We’re in our cuddle heart

I hope we never part

Every day my heart smiles

Every place we are together

Cuddle heart

Love to make you breakfast

Eggs shining as the sun

Love to see you smile

Tea and some bagels too

Love inside our house

Especially, you

This is our hearts together

This is our place together

Joined by love, angels feathers

We’re in our cuddle heart

I hope we never part

Every day my heart smiles

Every place we are together

Cuddle heart

Outgoing kiss

Blissfull darkness

Comes with grey sky’s above

We fight among ourselves

Our money not worth the cost

By the time its to late we still have not stopped

Kissing us kindly death says goodnight

Walrus falling to their deaths

Seas empty of fish, full of nets

Angry boys yelling at us to stop shoving it down their necks

They are already choking too their deaths

Kissing us kindly death says goodnight

The egg of comfortable numbness

In their shell

Egg beyond the pain

Yolk of a unknown self

to find the self truth

Balloons on the brain

Lifting me far away

Helping sit in the abstract beyond

Fine, gone, wrong

Am I good for the hen or cock?

Reciprocity motto layers the beast

Always asleep next to me

Never hatching, like me inside this shell

Paper machine in a paper shell

Egg made by the same name as I

Will I hatch?

Will I latch?

Will I merge with the other me?

I’m scared.

Scared of what will be

It’s ok for now though this egg is comfy

One day though, all the futures I can see

Self-truth is my me

Still Sleeping (song)

The world

The world

Is turning browm

We talk we talk

And nothing done

Why do we just keep

On Sleeping

The World is turning

And it’s burning

And we don’t do anything

The World is turning

And it’s burning

And we don’t do anything

What will we do

When we run out of food

Who will we call

When everything is burnt to the ground

Why don’t we see

What were doing to you and me

Why do we

Just sleep

P’hore

In the darkness, they are waiting

those thoughts

Cycles and rhythms

Tether that has reached its end

Reaper of the sameness

They are full of mindless fury

each day to fight and fight again

For what?

To fight again

This pointless samsara

I am but a performance

Combined of the thousands of deaths

I became the end

They are still waiting

Anticipation for a long war

Rampant growth and angers

I get up and fight again

I cannot be killed

flames lick me

Lava falls upon my shadows

Stars exploding from my depression

Paths close

it will be again that this happens

The purity of that again

I fight against

Which just adds to it

Gallery purples

Clearly the pumps down and dump. Blue of heart and pink of blood. Curse the corpse of emotions. It’s a day that strikes my evocation.

Down the waters

Flood the brain

Sea of feeling

Ocean craze

Pure or evil decision to be felt. Crying on a balloon ride beyond a joke. I’m falling in my most empty ways.

Empty of knowing

What mistake

Words have passed

Empty and alone

And here is the sleeping razor

Witch soapbox for a little mousetrap. It’s short and full of minds blooms. Dead and hard in its action, forever crystal in its hate of itself. Duality has its heart fully cooked. Like my most important rainfalls.

Drought tourism

Has taken acting lessons

Misadventure on the streets

Lacertae II

Ducks. Moons. Eternity. Tamed memory.

Little things I keep alive in my mind.

Your presence. Essence. The place in the world your had. It’s still hard to find anything that will ever replace.

Eclipse. Moonshine. Moonstone.

Pentagram, in a illustrated book.

Never, ever, even being.

Your words that saved me. And these little things I do. Again. Again,

Pain gone? That’s a comfort. For some.

I’m trying. Trying to be worthwhile. Again. Again.

Desolation in the empty.

Insidious clouds empty snow. But they are fleeting. Dissipating.

Worthwhile? What is that to a tiny snowflake? To a duck on the lake waiting out the rain? The life that flows through us, it’s trying always to escape.

The world, the essence of it, comes from our little bits of time.

Yours, to brief.

mine still lingering

I ask why

Under the lakeshore boardwalk, near a junction

This moist morning due

a Friday’s moves

Choice tickets torn in two

Recant the wolfs howled they cant survive on rice

Blue plants given a chew

And waiting in ice cream parlors was the way for our crew

In lieu, in lieu

Impressionist duels!

Dying for the winters eyeshadow

Crushed by marrowbones grown in thick orange groves

My queen, I brung down my life for your winter

I have no use for myself anymore

Give me leave to dot my eyes

Oh I cry, oh I cry

Lacertae 

Ducks. Snow. Tamed memories.

Little things I remember. 

Your presence. Essence. The place in the world your had. 

Eclipse. Moonshine. 

Pentagram, in a logical place.

Never, ever, even being. 

Your words that saved me. And these little things I do. 

Pain gone. That’s a comfort.

I’m trying. Trying to be worthwhile. 

Desolation the empty. Insidious clouds empty snow. But they are fleeting. 

Worthwhile? What is that to a tiny snowflake? To a duck on the lake waiting out the rain? 

The world, the essence of it, comes from our little bits of time. 

Yours, to breif. 

Part and marshal 

Purple sky darkens 

I cannot apologize for this present marking 

Sealed with my lonely life

Peeled like a bone thife 

Marshal right

Why I’m so cold, distant from plight 

Partly my thoughts, partly my fright 

Scared like I am 

Of all these thing that can and have

Traumatized by their shouts and fights 

Mind anexity going at the speed of light 

Part and marshal, white distance frightful

Will any grass grow in my barren mind?

Salted as it is by hate, cold, hard, fire and brimstone that isn’t even real

It’s my birth of the color 

Caution, doors open outside your head but inside your mind

And mine were shut such a long time ago 

You were the only one who ever opened them 

Hidden

NB: this is from my personal archive of poetry.

 

Closed inside my mind
I feel so tight
intwined
oversized
in doubt
no one to shout
no one to shudder
chartered and begotten
I want to belong
I don’t feel a part
Of this life
anymore

It’s not me
It’s not me
To feel this way I am so unfree
To feel this way I am so unfree
Make me whole

shadows you cast
the darkness is sort
the blackness of nought
the shades of shimmered shame
I shielded by my own innocence
my exposure is a discourse
a thinking sin-course
I no longer can stand it
I want no more part of it
I have to be free from it

It’s not me
It’s not me
To feel this way I am so unfree
To feel this way I am so unfree
Make me whole

moonrise
moonrise
moon shall rise tonight

moonset
moonset
moon shall set tonight

and in the darkness
just before dawn
there is a human
whose thoughts are lost and forlorn
whose night did not pass
whose name is known
was a mighty warrior shot down in the gloom

It’s not me
It’s not me
To feel this way I am so unfree
To feel this way I am so unfree
Make me whole

I need to express myself
I need to be free
I feel no longer this way about me

Take me home
Take me out
Take me to my love
Or just shoot me then shout

Let me make
My own mistakes
shelter me no more
from the world of the beef stake
the slaves who make shoes
the payers of rules
the knights who say ni
the seamless cloth
approach to management
the philosophy of dais

deus ex mechana
nullus anxitas
nill combustomus pro fumo

Closed inside my mind
I feel so tight
intwined
oversized
in doubt
no one to shout
no one to shudder
chartered and begotten
I want to belong
I don’t feel a part
Of this life
anymore

I am no longer hidden

Shaking 

Catatonic movement Shackled by the place

Ties between the astral and me

Moving dead weight beyond my body 

Shawn and cut and thrust by madness

Deafening beeps from their teeth
Cost shouting men

Price gouging meat

Blood draining from my neck

No one can see me

I’m just a pawn

Waiting to be sacrificed 
Dreams are a solution but also a problem 

A twisted labrynth of demons and angels

Shadows eat me and sleep cannot be me

Claws thrusting from the maw
She snakes on my shapes and shadow my deathbed 

I’m dark and cut up on the places

I’m trapped on this table
Cables and writing 

Fables and lighting

Feisty and angry and blank 
I’m myself and not

I’m going through knots

Down and down and down 

Demons on the Moon

Listen to that screech Hell is about to be unleashed 

Silver death comes to those who are not prepared 

Nightmares born of dusty dreams 

I cannot think to compare
Beyond, beyond, our reach

Demons reign in caverns deep

Black smoke rising. Stench arcrid ensnare 

Step on skulls full of grimy discusting things

A world beyond me doesn’t seem to care
Listening and hiding in this shadow

I’m very sure I’m being drawn to be like them 

Marrow and blood flow from my skin bare

Pick my pistol up

Shoot them, shoot them

I’m sure your going through the same flair 

Limit of a string (a spell)

Every string is concerned

Don’t believe me?

I’m not surprised my love

This is why I tie you up 

In these binds

Listen to my voice

As you know how to trust me

Learn how to trust this truth
Feel this loop it is the roots they are strings 

Tighten blood bonds on your feet 

You walk on these 

Boots
Reach into the trees leaves, 

More strings 

Careful caressing will reveal 

Touch as swoon you will, to you hair the 

Breeze
Phantom of my life, atoms are all

Strings tied into little balls

Tie into strings connect

A little lonely

Fletch
Fishermen in a lake, and yours is great

Little liquid form

A thick string to plumb the depths 

Rope that’s now 

Wet
Dismal bloods, beads out like water

Watch and see it thicken

It is sap from the tree

Thickens scabs that the strings can be seen 

Ties 
You see the boots walk on the roots 

Winds blow you stringy hair

Tied by the fletch 

Wetter by the lake

Ties again with the blood
Strings are connected together my love

Just as you are to them 

She who stands no taller…

Giving in your life
For the moment of dice
You don’t know what you’ve gotten.

If you know what you listen to in the story in the head
you gotta see that the hands are turning the clock, you will listen.

The glock in my hands, is just for protection
You know I live for adventure

Its just a bullet in a one shot man
I can’t take the rule
That you have to use it soon
And I never knew about the ticking

If you don’t understand just rest your sorry little head
To the sound of the footprints in the sand

Its for she who stands no taller than the grass seeds
It a song that never repeats
It hard line policy
We live by what we have
We live by what we have
We live by what we have
We live by what we…

In the corner of the room, you sit waiting for him.
The war had ended years ago but still you sit at that window.
She made you a widow, she will never come back, just give up now.
I know its hard to use that knife, but you will see it becomes much easier.
It doesn’t matter that the war has ended, your still a causality in my eyes.
I speak of this so that you know I will wait, but come to me now, and the pain will end.

Its for she who stands no taller than the grass seeds
It a song that never repeats
It hard line policy
We live by what we hate
We live by what we hate
We live by what we hate
We live by what we…

A duck on the lakeside, in the corner of your eye
it sit there wondering about food as the world ignores its general presence
It only exists to you, just look at it,
its nothing more complicated than a billion trillion atoms,
its not worth the sot that it just ate.
It doesn’t matter that the war has ended, your still a causality in my eyes.
I speak of this so that you know I will wait, but come to me now, and the pain will end.

Its for she who stands no taller than the grass seeds
It a song that never repeats
It hard line policy
We live by what we know
We live by what we know
We live by what we know
We live by what we…

In a word it can end
at the sound of a sigh
in the lights passing breach
escape to the lights and see what I mean
its not what you think
is a decoy fodder that you
have no hope of reaching
the machine gun loads
take a shot
your just as dead as the other ones

Its for she who stands no taller than the grass seeds
It a song that never repeats
It hard line policy
We live by what we love
We live by what we love
We live by what we love
We live by what we…

we have the pain
we hate the duck
we love the gun
we hate the sun
we love the fun
it was all good while it lasted
I didn’t think it could move like that
Its not as easy as you think
I didn’t mean it to be like that
I was really drunk at the time
No-one knows what you meant, but I listened
Its for she who stands no taller than the grass seeds..

Floral Flickers

Gradually the gradient gives into a flight of pivotal moments
 

Trickle the droplets pulled into a flicking daze 

Shiny glaze from my warmth 

 

Soft warm flesh, nonetheless a sensualist tickle play

Tendrils, tendrils pointing fractals of my petals 
 

Biting then down on the honey, triplet a covert action  
 

Nipple, tickle, the prickles and teeth out to bite to your furry might

Fight, fight it with a kiss firm and fully aware

Rubbing down to the bones

Thrusting until I let go of all this and more

Striped theith, you stole my honey heart