you can never get over being alive and stupid
sometimes you need to be stupid just to be alive

in a moments madness it can seem that you have lost it all
until you learn that you never was a good custodian
and owning anything was just a temporary breakdown

Held close in a bubble of love
a peaceful heart
I get on with being a child
in secure freedom of choice

The tongues of the poor are silent
their bellies do most of the talking
the backs of the downtrodden break
a thousand times each day they snap
bullets fly in every direction, even upwards
celebrating some kind of victory
the whole wide world watches a TV screen
as they get thinner, wider, more HD
we can now see spots and dimples more clearly
on all the faces of killing projectiles and casualties.

somebody somewhere wants you dead

the only way to avoid gossip completely;
never talk or hear from anyone else, ever, again.

turned around and said goodbye just before my head hit the pillow

awoke and checked the distance
between the now and the next sleep
satisfied I crawled to breakfast

Its the great romancing

light hearted love
all goes to set you free.

Lives at the centre of all things
calls out your name

and welcomes you home.

the fly that kept bugging me yesterday
yes I know it only came natural

must have died last night
alone

Gone now to a life beyond death
whatever that may entail

a fly heaven?
who knows.