of course its well worth sticking around until the end
-the end not of your choosing
just in case a bird wishes to serenade you one last time

The final finger touch to lips
sung your last song
ready now for silence
to take you heart and soul.

Do not fear to be silent
stillness is no bad thing
its the prerequisite
to travel the eternal road.

internal dialogue
shared voices
do not be so ******* yourself
we all carry around our mistakes
the only bigger mistake being
after you are sorry
to keep on beating yourself up.

paranoia is a shared space
many walk that path
and they are all looking behind.
could be fleeting
maybe make it a lifetime
its a place in the Human mind
a crowded space
where everyone is *alone

what kind of death will find you?
where is your end?
your discarded dust may well seed a new star
but your spirit no one can tell you
when or where it may go

there are days of groaning
days of joy
each can be prayer
at a deeper level
that's all there is.

yonder is a constant
each step brings us closer

what will it be like to meet
the otherside of all this?

of this I am sure
we will recognise each other

and we will know each other
as we are known

Miracles happen, but rarely,
that's not to say that at the Human understanding level,
the very fact of life itself is in fact miraculous,
given the lack of evidence for life, so far,
anywhere else in the known Universe.

We went quietly about our work
snatched songs from thin air
wrote ream upon ream of words
our hearts claimed by the beat
beat rhythmic beat of poetry.

clunky, symbols smashed
bass drum beat loud, louder
in the ear of a Mankind gone blind
love reaches in, rips out your heart
recalibrates your focus
spins you around, takes the blindfold off
sets you free to make the same mistakes
to crawl from underneath the weight
picks you up, and starts again.