A blade of grass can cut a stack of ashes
The battle now is to cut insecurity
Insecurity can cut a mountain of courage

And the pebbles will be cut
and roam forever
Wheres the next mountain?

At the night,
The trees rattle,
Like cages,
All shattering,

All breaking,
The sounds like the
waves that breaks,
upon the shore,

Or crowds of people,
begging for more,
when they rattle.
The trees at night.

All scattered faced
  boredom blearing
   godess of waters
    blearing sirens
     knifes upturned
  
screaming fabrics clothing
  wind blown
   sea torn
    ears faded
     noise outrun

Time a story
smiles a glory
  evil always follows
  tiptoe silence
   acid swallowed

Eyes buzzing
  cheers, democratic
    weights are matter
     electrical lighting
       sleep like chocolate

Broken Compass
Growls and subdued snarls
motivated just enough before
Now only broken

Dizzy tall walks
Punched out words
like actions

Frightened realisations,
subclosed.

Where freedom can only be weaved

Swallow your next grateful T

sickened stomach
stalled/taxed tendents
with actions in mind,
Eyes there but without all precious virtue

Faded flowers
All sailing away

All the words in the world
Going astray

Blares the sad lamp tonight

and when the rainmen talk of peace,
planting seeds, making ideas and dreams
I look through great windows
and start to forsee

I can just remember,
you in a worn out picture of my
mind

But now words are thrown
In directions they are falling

I fall asleep by the sad
lamp, with smiling eyes

but when the rainmen talk of peace,
planting seeds, making ideas and dreams
I look through great windows
and start to forsee

He's on your back
moaning and complaining
he weighs you down
doesn't hold, you fall

He's on your back
tired and unhealthy
he keeps you back
detached emotion

He's on your back
No chin too high
He smokes your lungs
and moans and crys

He's on your back
that part of you
that warden
that georden

The penny drops
The penny drops
the penny drops
the penny drops

Where is she now?

The penny drops
The penny drops
the penny drops
the penny drops

is this all there is?

The penny drops
the penny drops
the penny drops
the penny drops

the years dead in change

The penny drops
the penny drops
the penny drops
the penny drops

how did I get here

I walk through the streets like death,

I meet to greet treated like a funeral *****,

I speak on the benches like a prisoner of time,

I prophasize in celeste,

I am your homeless guest

Oh dream on the prary,
Oh dance of electricity,
Oh chance to be to bit,
I dreamt more than zen,
i dreamt more than hollow,
the ages of the past all broken and swallowed

faith is my name,
i’d heard it before,
the truth could go through you,

the pace could ignore,

the dance of a lion,
the chase from a dying,
the grace of a killing,
the smile of a lion,

faith is that you?
he sat there subdued
why didn’t you call,
all empty and bold,
all challenged and tall,
the wreath cometh to form,

the snow where we'd dance on,
the tiles breaking motions,
all tiptoeing motions.

Two wild rabbits
      Sitting on a leaf
           in a pond
                 and the moon
               keeps the purple aglow
           While forest green
               decends to black
                                 me and her...
                                         two wild rabbits
                                               lost in the lost world

I sit
and dream
remembering all will come back to me
Though all fears i faced will not make pacts with me
Broken
as blooming courage

Dear traveller
don't waiste your emotions
let them stay
and nurish your soul

and keep feelings where hopes can find

our relationship has dryed like paint drys on a wall

I see pictures with living eyes,
making statements of their lives
I see statues pass and go,
judge me down from head to toe,
Sends a shiver down my spine,
im so glad that she is mine tonight

apart we are drained of joy like a dry river too deep to walk too empty for boats

and he dictates my life,
i facilitated to prove him right,
standing overhead my dreams,
fills my head with tortured screams
sends a shiver down my spine
im so glad that she is mine tonight

And i walk on, with less luggage to way me down, i've sold my house, said bye to my friends, i send sentiments to family with my pen, i've given up on transport, i just use my thumb, i've taken to poetry, portraying the world is more fun, i've stopped getting dole, I live hand to mouth, I don't do convention, it seems like an alien sensation, i spend less money on tins of the spree, sometimes i go anywhere, and ware anything, I lost the will to care about the judges poking out their heads, i dont care abouts people thoughts of my hobbies, they come and go for years, but hobbies go on
I've broken into an old house that was lying in the street, i dont pay no bills and the water is free

Wandering, passion full of reality deep, moving in motion, forgetting, just motions expression, time breathes out every cell, though someone says evil chains infect you from end to main, telling you insane, eyes wander through the moment, your life is breathing, skin sometimes grows and gets older

Knives on the table clatter while people force and dishone you

Breathing life like wind, body transfers movement, light shining out your actions, though fading and disolving, touches the future, in a divine moment more real than time, nothing else is seen nothing else is life

poetry is stupid,
basically useless,
just my slave,
to make people more conscious,

grasping the last strangled control,
going through my pen,
I disrespect control,
and take what I want from the universe,

Crazy loons
                                   blind hearts they ****
                                       fools with guns
                              shells and blown up hills

                                    kind of the world
                                      has a sore head
                            and suggests to morons
               why don't we blow up a paint factory instead?

                                       yes we could
                                        if we should
                              well do it once a year
                                  won't that be good

                          Gallons of different colours
                                flying up in the sky
                               splodging so funnily
                       A GREEN DOG JUST RAN BY!!

                      And all the different countries
                             joined hands forever
                            and learned real peace
                  blowing up paint factories together

A blade of grass can cut a stack of ashes
The battle now is to cut insecurity
Insecurity can cut a mountain of courage

And the pebbles will be cut
and roam forever
Wheres the next mountain?