I'm still here and he's still there
one looking slightly the worse for wear
but it's just another way to get to where
we're going.

When I'm through the line and
step into
British Summer time
I won't care
I'll get somewhat tanned
and somewhat more 'canned'

A beer or two does one good.

Holidays?
I can do them
twice a year when
the dates fall due.
and I could use one now.

Anyway I'm off to the madhouse
watching stories unfold
watching a passenger picking his
teeth,
getting old.

With a bad band somewhere inland on an island
in the valley of the ******
we were ****** or we were canned and our lives
trickled away in the hourglass dripping sand.
I never felt so much alone than with
a cardboard box which I called home and though
the band was many, there was no sense of fraternity,
I stole from them,they stole from me,
the never ending emnity.

This life gives no indemnity,no clause that says,you will go free,
you have to fight
you get uptight
you want to ****** one more night and then the daylight slams you up
against the red brick wall,
you fall back ******
rammed inside the valley
another trip into crack alley
somewhere inland
on an island
waving
at passing ships.

Ghoulish faces in the dark
trick or treat?
fireworks what a lark,
dogs that bark
cats that howl
the reaper comes to disembowel.

Halloween,
last year you should have seen what fun that some of us boys engineered, pumpkin eyes on scarecrows tied to roman candles, we flew them through the sky, ate the pumpkin pie, treats and sweets and tricks galore, we always wanted more and more.

But last year was the last year passed the point of shed a tear for trick no treat for me, she said, no more fun and games for you,
it's time to take responsibility for what you do,
I see, said I, no more pumpkin pie or eye or scarecrows flying through the sky,
I lie
of course I'm going trick and treating eating sweets and three sheets to the wind down at the dog and duck I'll pick up the pluck to phone her and with my fingers crossed and one more double whiskey tossed down deep
she'll answer and I'll keep it low, tell here where to go and then regret it instantly,
no more Halloween for me.

Exterminate
repopulate
overcompensate and
so exterminate

Worn away enough to know that it's time for me to go and tired enough to say,aw **** it anyway,what's the use I must let loose this hound or I must rebound,bounce back on track,
I only lack
the will.

I used to write when a pen and ink were the tools we used
but
then I got cofused by predictive text
(which never worked then)
did it?

so now if there is a now or is it then? when I have this existential crisis
I have no pen to poke my eyes out or scribble words out or rip a scripture on papyrus,

there's just us
declining yet advancing
in our years
reclining in the armchairs
climbing up the
back stairs

I used to have shares in this
now
I'm a part of it


don't let them sell you **** and
call it jello,
that's my advice for
what it's worth

I watched her as she slept which kept me wide awake and for every breath she took which took my breath away,I wanted to wake her up and say,'how beautiful you look as you lay there fast asleep,but I count another breath and think myself to ten and when my heart begins to slow,I know I'll leave her to her sleep and my imagination screams to keep that picture in my mind.

(20 minute poetry)

Can't get no internet
not connected to the web
computer looks quite sickly
think I'll call the vet.

It's dog eat dog when the
satellite is down,
when nothing appears on the screen and that smiley face shows a frown, but I have a plan to reconnect which I suspect is not legal,
I'm going to hotwire Telstar and fly like an eagle.

Broadband
never knows what the left hand can do and when I follow through with the plan and become the free internet man the money I save on the cost of connection will go into a different subscription like a charity or a magazine anything but the clever machine which we call the World Wide Web.

(20 minute poetry)

The general consensus being that life's on a day trip and only seeing the sights.

That's the opinion afoot, but we'll put it to bed and think of another,  however remote from the truth it may be.

I see opportunity, once for a time it was a part of me, options and actions took it away from me.

I see a dichotomy, not sure what one is, but it frightens me, I'd sooner have more opportunity which is as likely as getting a
pain in the appendix after an appendectomy.

Okay that might be a stretch too tight or just one more sight I might see on the day trip.

'Slip into something cool', she said and this old fool did that and fell flat on the frozen bay.
I'm moving my life on into the day gone before me and if that's not serendipity
I don't know what is.

When we run out of the sea and we step onto the land and cross our fingers for luck as we head over the sand to sit by the palm tree
will you hold my hand?

That would be grand,
you and I
under a cotton quilt sky,
See
how the clouds scamper by.

In a castle of grains where
all pain disappears and time
becomes trapped
in the
hourglass,
I think
we
could stay
until the tide came in and
the sea that follows us
swallows us
up.

The sign says Way Out but I know the way out is the only way in and the only way in is the way we begin  to climb out.

Reading the signs, so misleading at times and at times I don't read them at all,

There are walls with some signs sprayed along them and some men spend more time thinking on them but the way to begin is get out the way in and this adage is what
I can
depend  on.

Could we make it otherwise
if truth are lies?

What the eyes see
is that truth enough for me?

Are the hands of the almighty
so tightly wrapped around the cause
for effect?


Shazam,
the caped crusader
Batman's on the lam.

I'm crawling up the walls here
climbing through my veins
slipping down the drainpipes
disengaging from the mains.


But it could have been so different
if I had worked to make it last

But again a but, but better that than not a
but at all.

I'll climb or crawl the wall again
or fall again in the attempt.

I have an Island where I go
across the ocean,
where I know
I can be free, to groan out loud but inwardly
to sit and watch the endless sea
I have an Island where I go
to be alone
to know myself.

Hitting the eject
I get the hell away from here
and parachute into one more beer, a tonic at the end of a day when the shimmering heat in your eyes make you sway.
...and what would I say to another one?
I'd say, 'go on, a beer won't hurt'
the barman butts in,
but I,
being curt
ignore him and take a seat in the 'snug'
which as you may know is the one room in a pub where you can hug a pint all night long.
It is not too long and then the barman walks in with another pint of beer and a very dry gin,
he hands me the pint which I could not refuse
then settles himself down to tell me what's new in the news
and I let him sit in with his gin, and begin to think, I should not have come here, even though the beer is on draught,the barman's daft
and I get no peace
there is no release from the rigours of the day
I say to the barman,
'goodnight jack'
But I won't be back.
until I'm thirsty at sixty or sixty at six thirty..and I've enough of the alcohol stuff anyway.

Lightheaded on fumes
running on empty
through rooms and
nowhere to go.

I know something's coming
that's why I am running,
can't stand still anymore
or fight
'til I bleed or
batter down doors so
I'll batten down hatches
and run on
empty.

We got to crash out before we burn out and they turn out their pockets to look for the makings, building bonfires and reefers,
we could smoke kippers and not know,

it's getting dark or are my eyes closed?
does the twenty four hour deli sell
bourbon or bonbons?

in distress but we don't care with our park bench address
and the lighting comes free
only the best is and you know the rest is
*******.

We go mad because that's we're the mad go
somewhere on skid row
ask
if you don't know
I did.

I am weary of theory
and  need  to practice some facts but my theory is laid back whilst my practice is backed up and I need to  separate the will from the want to,the need to , yet can't do.
There is a circus inside me and the clown cannot bide me, inside the cannon you'll find me,a shot in the dark.
There is no theory for that and Einsteins equations fall flat as the big top gets taller and I seem to get smaller,so I do what I can't do and will what I want too but I see right through me into another identity and I pity the theory that tries to get near me..

When you go
just so you know
I'm going too.
Couldn't stay without you
no day is day without you.
It just wouldn't do
to be alone
without you.

Loneliness would be the face
here in this place
where the sun always shone.
When you are gone?

And I will care to the end
until you're sent off to spend the love that I will send
to you.
Day can't be day anywhere without you.

I don't care
if we don't share the last sweet
we will meet
in the time we are due.
Life lived with you was the ultimate gift.
One shift of perspective
One lift of our eyes
and the sun will rise slowly on
Heaven.

I wake to this, the soft caress,a morning kiss and would not miss that sweet surprise of love that looks out from your eyes,
I wake to this.

The day is way beyond my dreams that stream unbidden through my sleep,
these moments keep me so alive,
the love that shines out from your eyes
I wake to this.

I wish this lasts for evermore,
this core of my existence
the light that shines on you and me
and eyes that look surprisingly,
full of love.

Besides woe betide you which is one if the memory is indeed inside you, what else was there to worry you?

no postcards from Frauleins reminding me of good times,  expect they forgot to send them,
tell me not that the Mademoiselle got more than she bargained for when using me as a bargaining chip,
but I gave her the slip on the rue sans chance and
she marked me down as the last tango to dance.

the devil, old Nick,
his name,
use one
take your pick
has got me
where he wants me
and
woe betide me
if I
complain.

We become the lemming
thinking there's a safety net
I bet there won't be.

but I'll jump if you do
and
we'll hit rock bottom
together

Others will follow our lead
and think it
salvation,
anything that changes a
desperate situation.

Armed and rightly dangerous
religious and slightly pugnacious
on the sidewalk the talk's of the testament
the rent being due on a Sunday.

Molly, the soothsayer tells me
that heaven is mine if I could be
an acolyte of the almighty.

My fiance is the goddess I pray to
she's the light that I see
when the day's through and
the hope that I seek and
I cling to.

If you're desperate and you need it
then greedy don't describe it,
necessity being the mother of
retention.

There are falsehoods in the neighbourhood
lies that fly through ties that wind us up.

Modernism smells of new age schizophrenia
but in reality
it's just another 'ism that we deal with.

fearful for the future?
well
you should be.

The man saying, 'yo'
like
him think
he's my bro',

but you know
I
don't know him from Adam.

This one's for you and
you know who you are,
you're the one who gets through to me
the one
who confuses me
the one
I refuse to be
without.
This one's for you
for us and the things we go through and
you know who you are.

I could fall and drop into another,
stop and fall from different heights,
see the sights
put out my lights,
but not tonight.

tonight
she shines a torch on me
to light me and I thought to
fight me not delight me, but
tonight she surprised me

at times when I am tiger
to her lily
I roar,
but only to remind myself,

she blossoms anyway
every day.

I could fall
though not today

balance comes with adaptations
I am open to suggestions
she says,
time to sleep.

If we should meet again
under the clock at Waterloo,
I wonder if you
would
remember me.

As it comes so it brings the plucking and tucking away of many more of my heart strings and it always sings the same old tune to me,
soon to be a footnote in some history,I want to be remembered for this.
That I kissed each day as only a lover may and I had my say in the fortunes of nights,when the dice were rolled fast but the boys rolled faster still,I did not wound,intentionally, maliciously or **** but lived for the thrill of it.
So
let history take me,make of me what it will ,I will sup from the cup that I bear and I will be there to speak up on the final day of reckoning,
when someone plucks one more string and I wake to find I can sing
a different song.

As it comes so it brings the plucking and tucking away of many more of my heart strings and it always sings the same old tune to me,
soon to be a footnote in some history,I want to be remembered for this.
That I kissed each day as only a lover may and I had my say in the fortunes of nights,when the dice were rolled fast but the boys rolled faster still,I did not wound,intentionally, maliciously or **** but lived for the thrill of it.
So
let history take me,make of me what it will ,I will sup from the cup that I bear and I will be there to speak up on the final day of reckoning,
when someone plucks one more string and I wake to find I can sing
a different song.

How many more times
will you sit there
staring at thin air
wondering where
to go?

If only to slip through the crack of dawn
to the moment when you were born
and start all over again.

The Sun's not yet gone down
and she's all over the town.
but
the Moon and I are old friends.

There's a permanent Summer in my heart and mind
somewhere in that Summer I am
hoping you will find

that crazy feeling when you're kissing a volcano
the midnight madness of a lazy moonlight swim
the silent movements that occur between two lovers
come find the Summer and
let yourself in.

I touched her
tenderly,
she turned to me
and I could see,
the future
reflected in her eyes,
the
tree upon which the apple lies
is everything she
brings to me,
but she
is so much more.

The traffic is 'light, as usual'
according to the
In-car
telephone

nearing the coast now,
how much have I
missed thee
oh
ponderous ocean
oh
timorous sea
apart from those times
when you tried to
drown me

the sun's belting out
a symphony,
music to my ears.


This bay,
Biscay,
so they say
is a stormy one
but
looks peaceful enough
today


tracing my fingers across
lingering sights
my eyes will still sparkle
and be jewels in the nights
when Winter returns.

Stare into the abyss
if you think it looks inviting.

Darkness is a comfort
to the solitary and the lonely man,
who wants to jump right in.

Don't let the abyss fool you
even though you think it's cool
you should be wary

it scares me.

If you believe in the hype
or really
any type of sensationalism
you'd
believe pigs could fly
and
why I ask would they
want to do that?

You'd believe the
earth was flat and
join a society.

Personally
I'd lock you in solitary,

Think.

I do it at times,
think.
in case you were wondering
and
my mind goes wandering in
a manner of speaking.

I believe in lots
I have faith, but it
helps if there's proof.

And tonight
I saw a shining example
of faith,
of youth
taking it on and making
it their own.
there is a future after all
so
I'll throw away the crystal
ball
the tarot pack
the tea leaves and that leaves
faith
and
the youths are the proof of that

David
and
the 'daughter of the oath'
both
knew it was wrong
but did it
anyway.

Details
printed on the..
...people want a
written explanation,

I can't eat everything
that is placed before me
and waste more
than I want.

Yea
though we walk through the valley
two metres apart.

My theme for today.

Service begins at nine
communion wafers online,
bring your own wine.