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mt Jul 2018
Tired now
but not yet to the bone.
Rise now,
Together or alone

The world burns
I steel the strength to wet it
Hope yet
Take a broken bone and set it.

Let your tears
water fallow soil.
Years are nothing
to a moment's toil

Rise now,
to the palace of your mind.
Pick up your soul
Divine in the climb.

I don't know yet
Quite what to do.
But I say one more hour
To see good win through.
Wash back your fears, for a moment's toil. You can do it, brave soul.
mt Feb 2018
Give me sky sports,
and a newspaper each day.
virtual reality
to while hours away

give me whiskey
and a plate of cottage pie
i'll eat greens to
delay when i might die

give me women
in front of my eyes
but a comfy seat
so i don't have to rise

you may tell
that i'm scared of my demise

i hope you don't notice
i'm more scared to live my life
mt Nov 2017
i wouldn't recommend you spend your years like me.
No no.
I did learn a thing or two! It's true.
But looking back I was beating around off track.
Years with the machete swinging lethargically
For empty hours each day
Contented to sit and grow fat on red berries.

What could i have done to skip my fall tonight
through the ice of these memories?
Is it today that colours the yesterdays in my brain?
A dark arctic swirl.
Submarine windows, cracking panes

What could i do now to stop feeling the same.
Let those carcasses freeze over,
Breathe air on top

I would like to say I'm a caterpillar
Become butterfly.
But that's not how humans work.

As I look through windows to the past
I whisper that they're growing pains.
Can I love my skin, as I stroke my scars?
I hope these feelings do not last.
I'm not dead yet, is my refrain.
mt Aug 2017
kiss your head
sweet dreams
sweet dreams. what more can i wish for you. i wish so much in these dwindling days. i would see your strength return. so broken. for so long. two people, and the cord between.

i would walk this earth with you.
hand in hand.
under an april sun.

sweet dreams
sweet dreams as you sleep.

i love you.
with my words i say i love
with my actions, i can say.
but then without words,
what is there.

just the is-ness of this.

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i love the two of you.
conflicted cord.
by turns pulling away.
but when you push you cannot help but walk a little closer.

i think there is a germ of truth in there,
buried under two decades worth of ***** laundry
a festering pile.
as much as words can say the truth,
casting shadows on the wall,
an illumination that alludes to form.

should you clean it now?
should you clean it now?
you have both eeked out your existance in the dark.
Some rays of sunshine peeking through,
at times.
should you cast off the comfort blanket
the oppressive warmth of an unspoken history?

what now,
in the last light of this day?
mt Jun 2017
A suitcase spills from an ocean liner
clothes float like fairground ducks.
A notepad spills ripples as it sinks

Beautiful markings,
words chosen and composed
crystalised moments dissolve

salt
to a salty sea

clothes are hooked up
hung to dry in the sun like prayer flags
seemingly unchanged

I stand forwards upon the prow
Perchance ideas may return

Refreshed truths
in briny spray
awaken my skin

A new moment!
New words!
mt May 2017
Is the door seen and walked by
Worth more than the infinitude of others
Which don't catch my eye

I cry salty tears
For the beauty of the skipping stone
that kissed the water three times before sinking

My mind plummits like the stone,
Chilled in the depths of thought.

Let the sun dry up my tears, and shine my eyes.
Let it kiss the stones still upon the shore
Universally placed
Year, upon year, upon year
mt Jan 2017
This song isn't about sharing my bed
This song isn't about getting ahead
It's for civilized heathens, scraping the sky
ruling the ground from 100 floors high

This is a song about money from war
Bullets born in factories to unleash gore
Torn skin and muted dreams
Mother's cares and visceral screams

This is a song about the weakness in me
Pondering deeply how to change what I see
This is one from a man without a gun
From a place where the days are just fun in the sun

I see the news,
Oh what can I do
I see the news,
and feel abuse

Why do they fight
when will they stop?
how can I right
the men on top?

I just want a bit of love and some humanity
Sharing food and maybe sharing opportunity
I just want an end to inequality
Don't need to feel a lot of power coming through to me

If you know what to do then comment below
Because I don't know how to start the glow
I don't know how to set a blaze in the sky
To keep the evil away as we cry
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