the night is young

the moon hovers
above everyone
and gleams softly
as monsters come
quietly.

quietly into people's
homes and enter their
minds and haunt them
                    haunt them.

the monsters haunt them
and they will never leave.

       they will never leave till their job is done.

Friend
through the looking glass
I see
a part of you
a part of me

Eyes that hurt
and eyes that heal
a brother in spirit
in truth
reveal

Imaginary
friends at first
for just a moment
not rehearsed
a reality

brotherhood
patience
and hope

it doesn't need to make a sound
it's everything and nothing
the groupies might still hang around
if it affords you something

in everything it sees no end
it smothers like a virus
it makes it easy to pretend
that no-one's going to find us

in nothing it's a sea of space
it's never been before
it makes no effort to replace
the pain that you once saw

and inbetween
the clouds beneath
it takes it's charge
and grits it's teeth
it knows no time
it lies awake
and stares


it doesn't want to hang around
it's more than you'd imagine
it doesn't want to make a sound
just gives things room to happen

if nothing else it's like a sail
that moves against the water
it doesn't have the means to fail
but cowers in the corner

yet everything's a state of mind
it could change like the weather
it never meant to be unkind
it never will forget her

and in amongst
the stars above
it holds it's light
like lawyers might
and makes it's mark
because in the dark
there's silence

When temptation takes my mind
And all the world is sinking sand
On the solid rock I stand.
Dear Lord Jesus hold my hand
Lead me to that Holy Land,
Make my Journey God's Demand
For my Soul to take a stand,
At thy table I find the Lamb
Break bread with me.
Amen

When poets fight
it just don't seem right
The weapons are not
a gun or a sword
but with  written words that
cut like a knife
instead of dividing
it is best to be uniting
through our love of
Poetry.