Web of wood

Lose sands refused to part

As I strolled

Tired, weary, hand in hand

Dying, but not yet dead

Grains between my eyes frozen

Framing the moments slipping by nimble

Not guilty of its smudged verses

Sketches the silhoutte of our being

Do the sands not part,

it is relieved

that our tale is turning

A weightless feather

The last sign of life I saw

Was a fading light and a lonely marionette

Both hanging lifeless by a tree

Hanging by its branches too

Was I

Like questions
in a web of wood...

It ain't easy

Don't return to feel too blue when the rainbow's secrets are over.. You will see the games where the winner never wins.. And I don't feel anything sometimes... But a chill down my spine, a hair raising rush on my wet arms, a drunken dime down the light... Darker,emptier and simpler... The blankness with which my eyes shrink.. music is what feeling sounds like.. when I air guitar on the road.. and it sounds just right.. to me.. And then I feel right too... But when I close the open hand because one loves.. and I don't feel anything I can only reciprocate.. Out of damp and gloomy days, out of solitude, out of loveless words directed at me, conclusions grow up in me like fungus: one morning they are there, I know not how, and they gaze upon me, morose and gray... And then I feel .. I feel I am tired and I am attacked by ideas that I conquered long ago.. And I walk.. then can I think I feel.. And in a casual stroll through the lunatic asylum I felt that faith does not prove anything.. and now I don't feel anything..

Paint-her

colors love me tender as I cover the naked canvas
with soft cotton threads
of scarlet and blue catching silver clouds
from imaginations glorious skies
softening them with the mist from my eyes
smothering their raw smell
all over my slender hands
like a child carefree
caressing the gentle clay
a sculptor worshipping the untidy mud
nature before its creation

colors love me tender
as I borrow the dawns sheen
bring the unsung shadows to light
walk with the unborn beings
who brawl and make love
in the dark shaky streets
of my velvet chaotic mind
running my hands over their dim faces
to recognize love from angst

colors love me tender
as the crimson drop of blood
from my scratched wound
swims through the dried creeks of my palm
leaving a faint chill on my fingertips
before varnishing a grey worn out mould
I search their nascent eyes
For my most precious fresco
the one that exists in a mocked dream
the one ill never paint

Click clutterbug

Frames of life per second
Relentless on a clock of bleeding time
I need a degree of perception
A lens view of all that I have seen before
A streak of light that brightens up all the I don’t wanna see
Of blushing love, blinking eyes, hanging tongues
I wish to click

She gets up with a bottle of water
from the sewer of forgotten excreta
I try to put it between
her shirt and her skin
and that is what I probably want
And I click

I gulp down the evil
and I choke good
It makes me a tourist in other people’s reality,
and eventually in mine.
It rubs me the wrong way
It makes a ghost out of people

Sucket List

Under an old brass paperweight
is my list of things to do today

I cross 'em off as I get 'em done
but when the sun is set
There's still more than a few things left
I haven't got to yet

Go for a walk, pay my little share
Take a deep breath of mountain air
Put on my glove and play some catch
It's time that I make time for that
Wade the shore and cast a line
Look up a long lost friend of mine
Sit on the road and give the sky a kiss
Start livin', that's the next thing on my list

Raise a little hell, laugh 'til it hurts
Put an extra five in the plate of those red light birds
Call up myself just to chat
It's time that I make time for that
Stay up late, then oversleep
Show myself what I mean to me
Catch up on all the things I've never missed
Just start livin', that's the next thing on my list

Under an old brass paperweight
Is my list of things to do today

Solution

Run over by surreal substance, walking to go no where.. an atempt to snatch my support i kicked right into the blurr of what i could call a human body , sereneding fear , adrenaline rush i felt numb. They walked away and i kept standing.. still waiting for them to apologise.. i withstood i donno wat... A fight over some smoke that did leave a lot of it behind.. Sometimes my believes are left with not much life to support them.. sometimes i return the favour by saying I really don't know wat I believe in..

Tears Age

A country splintered by religion
Torn by anarchy
Heretics burned for their derision
of the holy See
years on

World, do you recall
Just what happened then
Gentlemen and Gentlewomen
Let into the pyre
years ago

Let's think
Images of war
Flashing swords, burning eyes
the ruins upon the hills
Mountains and red turned the snow
years on

I dont know which year it is
I am complaining bout the same things
Years on

Blind
Apathy
Forgotten
A part of history

To blind to see that religion's free
Believe what you believe
Established Dickheads still don't agree
years on

Hunted
Persued
Burnt
Marched
into the fire
Oh, then!

I dont know which year it is
I am still complaining bout the same things
Years on

Mad madder Maddest

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head)
There are some nights
when sleep plays coy,
Everything will change.
The only question is
growing up or decaying.

We eat up artists like there's going to be a famine.
One paints the beginning
of a certain end.
The other,
the end of a sure beginning.
I took a deep breath and listened
to the old bray of my cigarette.
I am.
I am.
I am

God topples from the sky
I fancied he'd return the way people said,
But I grew old and now I don't remember his name.
(I think I made you up inside my head)