Under the velveteen red moon
I shall come a knocking,
Raising you from your slumber
Of dreamless sleep,
To cast your eye over your earthly deeds.
Will there be moments of wonder and awe?
Love, comfort and joy?
Or regrets and self-loathing?

You only have one chance at this game called life,
So throw the dice,
And make of it what you will,
No matter what life throws you.

But I beseech you to play the winner,
Not the victim,
Be your own warrior to the end,
Courage and compassion
Your soulmates,
And love, your sword.

Nom de Guerre
Nom de plume
You and your mystery
Revealed
Not soon
Name the time
Name the place
Draw a line in the sand
Punch yourself in the face
Name your price
Name your shame
Name the things that you did
To cause all that pain
Name your kids
Name your dog
Name yourself
Yet again
As you sit in the fog.

The boy stood on the burning deck
Cowered in the terrible light
A warmth below he felt
Cos in his kecks
He'd  *****.

Some days you feel good
Some of em are bad
At some point
There'll be two days
The best and worst
You ever had
Maybe they have
Been and gone
Perhaps they lie round the bend
Or you had one but not the other
No signs portend
But don't mull on it
It's not chapter and verse
Just compose a new mantra
Things can always get worse.

Which bits of you
Are you ?
all
of it?
or none of it?
Or just a bit of it?
That somehow controls
Everything else going on
Pretty much all the bits of us
Are automatic and so thus
In which bit
Are we to find you?

I heard the video
Talk about
Deep Gravitational wells
It was a phrase
By which
I was
Deeply compelled
To imagine
Myself
At
The
Bottom
Of
It
And
Never
Again
To

It seems a burden
Such a weight
That
Is only you
Why did you spit
On the things
That made you
Now proved
Is it because
Now you know Better
Despite
Your
Weird
Helplessness
That
You
Plunge
Whole hearted
Into
That place