How am I scared of a memory,
echoing through rusty pipes,
with other echoes, lost in time,
deep in the *****, deep in my mind,
leaving fresh scars in the metal on each pass
through dented coils in a spiral
closing in upon my heart?

This echo doesn't fade,
it climbs.

Now swarming buzzes fly on high,
one thousand wings as black as night,
until that dark, chaotic sound
spills forth into the quiet chapel of my future.

Thunder clouds
and heavy air,
draw blackout blinds on stained glass,
as they pass,
as they pass.
Will they pass?
 
Which phantom fingers play these keys,
as I kneel at the fragile alter of existence?
How am I scared
of a memory?

Thunder shakes the very foundations,
A primal pagan invader,
Shivering my bones as I tremble and cover my head.
Lightening illuminates the wings of dread.

I pray that thunder wakes me;
wakes the one who plays the keys,
I pray that I scream,
I pray that I scream
I pray the pain will break this dream.



So then through pain and tears comes rain;
the *****'s pipes begin to spray.
Streaming rivulets wash down black stone,
through cracked tiles,
pulling dark clouds
to the depths of the ground.



And now, a harmony of mist
hangs colours in the air
light tumbles lazily,
soaring to vaulted ceilings,
brushing my hand,
blessing cracked tiles with ****** grass.

Petals serenade
silent beams of sun,
as they come,
as they come.
They will come.

I lay at peace
in this warm dawn sun.
Birds sing of love
before battle is begun.

Perfectly held
cocooned by folds of land
in the life line
of a universal hand.

But death mounts
the horizon with the sun;
violence, blood rises,
it will be begun.

I throw off the warmth,
of my bundled feather down;
kissed by a cool breeze
as I cast my gaze around.

Terror rains
from the sky on either side
with no escape
from a surging tide.

. 

But yet, and yet, a bird still sings his love;
harmony, as if he will find it.
And there's a song in my heart,
but I will die behind it.

I will fight,
and I will fight,
so that I might live to find it.

I'm not dead yet,
the blood pumping in my veins is still wet.

Television overtake me,
silence me,
with your narrative.
No!
Let me speak.

I will shout!
I will scream!
I have a voice inside this dream!

hunger,
starving jews,
piles of dead from the khmer rouge.
Cancer, disease and death,
salty tears of the ones still left.
Kittens,
fried in a microwave,
eyes burning and boiling brains.
Madness,
reality's slave.


**** and **** and torture.
hunger,
starving jews,
piles of dead from the khmer rouge.

Suicide,
smothering thoughts,
Winds blow sails to the last resort,
A mother left her child at port.

-
and my mind goes round and round and round...
Stop the countdown! lift off of the ground.
Rocket ships flying through stars,
Forget the fears and trust the scars.
-

*******,
cut down,
pain flowers in the ****** ground,
screams from the earth of an idea.

... and then there's my million microscopic fears,
That I'm not good,
and this will end in tears.

No!
Let me speak.

I will shout!
I will scream!
I have a voice inside this dream!

A stream bubbles light.
Soda pop life.
Dappled leaves on thin silver trees.
Pegs in the ground,
we weave we weave we weave,
The strings of our reality,
Laughter. Laughing laughing
lafter lafter, after,
getting dafter.
Splash,
soaked in the stream,
the bubbles bubble bubble,
just a dream.

My dad says if you get wet you should take off your clothes,
'Cos clothes is what caused the aboriginals to sneeze and cough,
And die,
That far off word.

So shivering,
As a breeze sneaks in from the edge,
We wait for mum to collect a naked boy.
He's crouched in his nakedness.
Instinctually hoarding warmth.
As the echoes of laughter
Are less sure of themselves,

Then mum comes to find the absurd.
A visit from another world.

The unfaithful wife
(Just 7 years of life)
feels the faithful knife
see-saw
through flesh,

true flash,
red light burns,
Blood screams
On a field of white snow.
And children with sledges look the other way.

Bleed her red light out,
This unfaithful wife.

Tears stream
From big brown eyes.
Scream and scream,
This pain
Tearing, deep into being.
Peeled back skin,
serrated separation.

Legs wrapped,
Around a tortured mother.
Quiet sobs,
Looking for soft love lost
In the name of lust.

Bound now,
To this blade.
A cold cut through soft beauty,
A ghost steel, wedged in
Still tied to raw skin,
Reslicing with every step.

This day,
I am found now,
Now I stay.
This way,
I am bound now.

Ice cream,
Numbs that burning pain, a bit.
A smile to a child's face.
Back to play,
This unfaithful wife,

Too young,
to know her luck.
back outside now,
White snow,
and white veils,
in the blue sky,
back outside,
back playing brides
in dresses stained in red.

And still with a smile.

In trouble; forgot the milk in my girlfriend’s tea.
She’s angry, and I have to agree,
That was a little thoughtless of me.

Today I will sharpen a stick,
and take it hunting,
and see what I hit.

Today I will plant a seed,
and grow some plants,
on which to feed.

Today I will build a store of stone,
to keep the food dry.
We have a home.

Today I will learn to write,
to spread the ideas of how to survive,
to lands that are spreading far and wide.

Today I will draw a map,
to keep the people who spread the word,
riding on the track.

And now I have all the food I could eat,
and wonders more beside,
but a new malaise has hit mankind,
against which I must fight.

Today I will champion love,
and try to eradicate fear.
I want to spread this message far,
but first I must start near.

Today I will find some unity,
in what I think and say and do,
I will courageously apply my love,
and hope my dreams push through.

Today I will see the world,
in the least contradictory way,
trying to understand nature,
to brighten someone's day.

These are the crops,
and the seeds that I plant,
these are the futures,
this is the chance.

And now I do not pray for rain,
I'm far removed from the growing grain.
But now as then,
I try to create,
and see new things and some of the same.
But now as then,
hard work's required,
a gentle hand,
that's strong when tired.
And even now a bit of chance,
so let me skip with love and care,
and some sense of nature's dance.
and compassion in my air.

Let me breathe and spread the love,
Let me see,
Let's rise above.