There's sometimes energy in words
they seem to jump up off the page.
Then there's other words that hide there
like they've seen the End of Days.
Wrapped in a cloak of silence
taught never to be spoken,
until we've seen the fall of men
and all the clocks are broken.

When the innocence returns
and sits side by side in all our lives.
And all that's left is wanting souls
just needing love to stay alive.
When ego dies, in all its forms
and returns to the dust,
the words that chose to hide away
shall return to our trust.

There were sparkles in her hair
and a twinkle in her eyes.
Still there was something deeper
something yet to realize.
The light that she brought forward
was burning like the sun.
The colours flowing through her hair
would like a river run.

Run and roll o'er rocky mountains
on a route to mend the heart
Leafing through the crumbling pages,
the maps of life, all torn apart.

She laid it out before him,
like a picnic on a mat.
Then she lay beside him
purring like a Persian cat.
Still there was something deeper
something yet to realize.
The light that she brought forward
forever burning in her eyes.

Heroes lie not far from here,
beneath the soil that brought them near.
Closer with each step they took,
and every time they chanced their luck.

The man who sits across the road,
a hero with a tale untold.
A soul that can't be bought or sold
A silent hero growing old.

Then there's stars that fail to shine,
but maybe just in your minds eye.
Every star that brought the light,
was to balance out the nights.

The nights when darkness falls the most,
the battered ships upon the coast,
all waiting for that sweet reprieve,
when we think, when we breath.

So that old clock stopped ticking,
one less noise to fill my ears.
As my mind goes to rewind,
pulsing, reeling in the years.
Every second hazy,
lost in time just like the clock,.
Memories lost, through just living,
moving on, amongst the flock....
Thinking of the shepards,
some were good,
and some so bad.
Moments that formed where I am,
all the good and all the bad.
The memories you lock away,
will be the ones that drive you mad.
When that old clock stops ticking.............
there's no time fo feel so sad.

Swim upon the truths you know
before you choose to drown in mine.
Cherish them for what they are,
without reasons to define.
Every angle,
from all angles.
Every measured,
tapered line.
Leads to a point,
a point of being,
frequencies that always rhyme.

Clashing symbols to make noises,
symbolize just how you feel.
Wear that feeling on your face
Someday you will know what's real.
Wear it proudly on our faces.
Someday we will know what's real.

Seek those tender moments,
embrace them with your soul.
Remember them for all their truths
before you grow too old.
Before you're lost to reason,
with a shield to hide the light.
Remember them for what they are,
they'll lead you to what's right.
What your vessel carries,
sometimes faulters
sometimes cracks,
but remember once you see the light
there ain't no headng back.
See light is sometimes handy,
when you've been basking in the dark,
but we should try remember,
just to listen to our hearts
If only everyone of us
could listen to our heart.

Turbulent skies
the dragonflies
can't find their wings tonight.
Thunder claps
then lightning strikes
as the gypsies start to fight.
The blood spilt on the sawdust floor,
soaks it up, as they want more.
Half the crowd all soaked in porter,
another lamb is for the slaughter.
Shots reign down upon his head,
his legs won't buckle, a stubborn mule.
Better to live, than to be dead,
the last words of a dying fool.
And as the pride of one is lost
another clan will count the cost.
Until they meet again sometime.
Underneath turbulent skies.

We looked down into the canyon.
Our tired eyes strained.
The dying Sun.
Searching for that hidden trail.
Running from those smoking guns.
Those men with money on their minds,
who have no place for guilt, nor fear.
As we looked into the canyon,
I thought I saw her shed a tear.

Three long days spent running.....
just these old rags upon backs.
At night I'd watch you sleeping.
Sweep the ground to hide our tracks.
The morning light would bring relief,
cause you'd be by my side.
Thinkin..... someday if we make it,
thinkin you might be my bride.

But alas, our fate was always written, there among the stars,
I should have left you safe at home,
in your fathers arms.
I should have hit the road alone,
before they got a scent.
But it was you that always said
"Our Love is Heaven sent".

That Shot Rang Out...........
that pierced your heart.
Rang through the crimson skies.
So with this final bullet,
I shall also say goodbye.
Ill see you soon in Heaven dear,
from where our love was born.
Ill see you on the otherside..............
upon those golden shores.

See you on the otherside,
so we're never alone.
.

All along the rugged coast
the fallen heroes, ancient ghosts
that form that sense of who we really are.
All along the ancient trails
the love we feel
that holy grail,
its written in our hearts and in the stars.
All the maps, the charters set
the force of power and regret
the will of wanting love and hope
and peace.
Is something that is always there,
its with the meek and all that's fair,
inside those hidden dreams as we all sleep.

The Calm amongst the lillies,
made all those old fears seem so silly.
Shun light into the darkened cave,
like flowers on a strangers grave.
The light it flooded through in waves,
fractured by the morning haze.
Stillness lying in the grass
with the minutes, hours pass.
Staring at a moving cloud
and all the silence seems so load,
away from all those bustling crowds,
away from all those bustling crowds.

Down Waverly Lane,
the mist and the haze,
the fog that descends,
the cold and the rain.

Down Waverly lane,
histories stains,
lurk in the shadows,
dance in the shade.

Down Waverly Lane
the night and the moon
the dreams you can't lose
the guilt you consume.

Down Waverly lane,
histories stains,
lurk in the shadows,
dance in the shade.

Those long hot summer days where all was easy.
"Man", those days that barely give way to night.
There's an energy on the greasy streets.
And the feeling that my heart is free.

Free and buzzing like a bumble bee,
making my way down to the salty quay.
To the mouth of the river,
where land meets sea and sea kisses land.
And one thousand billion grains of sand.
Churned over and over and over again.
As light burns my eyes and paper meets pen.
Churned over and over and over again.

- suddenly an urge to swim.

If you could have one answer,
to any question in the world.
Would you ask about the past?
or what needs, to be learned?
Would you think in wonder,
bout those reasons never found.
Sometimes wonder is the reason
you can't seem to come around.
All thats gonna greet us,
the good the lost and all thats bad.
Those stories that are left untold,
are always gonna drive you mad.
But get back to that question,
what is it that you'd ask?
Would that sacred answer,
relinquish you from what you thought?

It lifts, it rises, then it falls,
like everything that ever was before.
It seeks the weakness it can find,
searches out the truth to hurt the blind.

Those blinded by the life their spirits chose,
is sometimes hard
when no one thinks they really know..
What lies within,
seems sometimes written into stone......
with a shadow they would rather leave alone.

But shadows, they don't bring the dark of night,
there just reflections, cast in many different lights.
Lets reflect on what is true and what we feel,
before we lose, all that we thought was truely real.

His kingdom fell before his sword,
before he was to meet the lord.
All was lost with yesterday
but no one had the strenght to say.
Not one of them could find the words
before his light went from this world.
He left this life, this mortal plain,
leader of the old demain.
Leader of a band of men
never to be seen again.
Gone with the wind
his final breath.
As the Sun sets in the west.....................................

A higher sense of capability,
drifting out across the plains.
Wrapped in a shawl of sensibility,
things shall never be the same.

Eyes and ears now start to filter
all that's slowly gone a kilter
All the wrongs, once lost to sight
are now in view, not lost to light.

Awoken by a silent whisper,
the silent light that comes at dawn.
All the things we ever wished for,
can be ours, if we belong.

Eyes and ears now start to filter
all that's slowly gone a kilter
All the wrongs, once lost to sight
are now in view, not lost to light.

There's poetry in everything,
the tree's outside my window,
the sombre Sunday view.

There's motion running through the leaves
and everything that I conceive,
everything inside my mind
plays fast forward
then rewind.

The light that grace's my dark room
is something fresh
something new.
Sitting looking at the road
early morning,
warming cold.
Warming thoughts inside my head,
maybe I should be in bed,
dreaming of some place to shine,
but then I wake and realize,
all that's real
all that's mine.
The worries and the joys of life,
those worries aren't hard to find.

There's a Universe alive inside us all,
atoms we could never count,
stars that never fall.
An energy that's burning in my heart,
the force of which can heal my soul,
or tear me apart.

The light that my eyes filter everyday,
the warmth brought from a dying Sun,
so many million miles away.
It shines and burns and guides me through the years
never looking for a thing,
always there to dry the tears.
And still I cannot look her in the eye,
afraid that I might melt away
and she might say goodbye.
So I'll just sit and think of her tonight,
thank her when tomorrow comes
thank her when its bright.
I'll just lie and dream of her tonight
thank her when tomorrow comes,
thank her for the light.

****** there's nothing I could ever sing to you.
You're like that ghostly lost line in a song
that slowly fades to blue.
And you who hides your face so well.
A phantom in the night.
A killer with a lovers touch.
That makes it feel alright.

The weather feathers slowly,
then it drives,
the honey bees,
from their well built hive.
Movement, that's natural with rhyme.
moments, forever cast in time.
The swaying, the humming of the swarm.
Forever living, while it still feels warm.
Pollinating for a desperate world,
forgetting all the lessons there to learn.
Buzzing bout the latest shiny things,
forgetting bout the summers birds,
all the songs they sing.
Then there comes the winter and the snow
The humming gone for one more year..............
lets hope it returns.

Down by the river,
not far along there,
lies the weir,
round stones,
a hope and a care.
Down by the Pikehole
where deep water lies.
The sun breaks the trees
where the fisherman ties.
Flies of all colour.
Magenta and green.
Down in the meadows
where he's never seen.

Every moment, every day,
has been relayed
has been replayed.
With time alone, to watch it all,
as we rise,
and as we fall.

Falling throught the city,
with a demon on my back.
Hiding from the morning light,
falling through the cracks.
Sitting at a bus-stop,
no bus to take me home,
seeking out a thought to please
my mind that sings alone.
My mind that questions everything,
within awoken eyes,
leads to questions
when I sleep,
waiting for the Sun to rise.

Waitin for tomorrow
but tomorrow never comes.
It just relays and then replays,
all you ever thought you were.

Worried!, those young hurried souls,
they seem to  hurry,
before they see.
Seem to focus,
on what's easy,
focus on a way to be.

Or is it, that their minds are trained
to feel a certain kinda pain?
I wonder bout their worries,
try to understand their ways.

Its like points upon a compass,
when no one seems to know the way.
An awkward situation,
when there's nothing that's worth to say.

But sometimes there's a navigator,
calling from within.
It's that old voice,
in the dark of night,
where you should begin.

Truth is truth,
and lies can't lie,
cause lies were made to fail.
Those lies you hide now deep within
are never gonna sail.

And so upon those Oceans,
filled with plastic,
and now lost to man.
Upon those lonely Oceans,
That's where our old love began.

Upon those lonely oceans,
Dear God,
I'm doing all I can.
Upon the truthful notions,
Lord I'm doing
all I can.

Green green rocky road,
the path that you brought forth,
that lonely bright star in the sky
shining in the north.

Through the last days of July,
the sun sits heavy in the sky.
Shining more, yet still the same,
that sacred old eternal flame.

It burns within,within us all.
Even those who shun the call.
That call that whispers in our ears,
the one that always keeps us near.

Near to what we know is right
a silent knowledge cast in light.
The light that keeps the flame alive
inside your heart
inside your mind.

Shells reign down on Palestine
Planes are dropping from the skies
around the world there's silence from our peers.
Shells are washed up on the shore.
A small child plays, true and pure.
Soon his loved ones will be drowned in tears.
The innocent, tonight,
they live in fear.