Cosmic spies
Behind eagles eyes,
As we sit under skies,
Of purity

A stone pile;
A forever while;
My maidens smile
Beside me

I pace this land,
Of stone and sand,
So we might stand,
To look and see

The battle begin,
Deep down within,
And I shall win,
For you and me

I sit at home,
I sit, and chisel mannequins,
While the “me” – the me I would like to be,
Walks the street in effigy,
No-one knows that it isn’t Me.

Meanwhile;

I sit at home,
I sit and I carve,
I hammer and scrape,
Hoping my tools might blunt,
So I might go outside and be myself.

I ventured to the very depths of reality,
and found myself looking back.
Now there are no more codes to crack;
a blank piece of paper for all eternity.

I’m a grain of sand floating in the ocean.
You are everything to me,
and I am nothing to you,
yet we exist as one,
and will always be together.

I only hope that one day,
your waves will fall upon my shores,
and you’ll realise there is much more to me,
much more than that single grain.

Erode away,
consume me,
let me be one with you.

Send me to war
Because the men in the trenches
Are better off than the homeless
Who sleep under benches

You fight in the fields
I preach peace in the streets
But when night time arrives
Only one of us eats

We move by the day
In the shadows at night
Underneath desert suns
Between yellow streetlights

A war hero's return
And a union Jack
Both of us islands
Our homes on our back

Send me to war
Lay me down in the field
The streets they are empty
The wounds they are healed

Our weapons discarded
Your hands on my shield
The flowers will grow
The destruction concealed

Send me to War
Send me back to the screams
Send me to sleep
With the Gods in my dreams

Send me a postcard
I'll send you a flower
And I'll soon be with you
Through this eternal hour

My mind floats in the abstract;
How might I attract
She
who dances to life?
I’m lost at a play,
My smiles and frowns all an act,
So that one day,
You might take my hand,
And fly away
with me.