Wait between the poles like fingers of forsaken blue accusing a painted sky
Lonely color cast aside to film across a water like light spread thin
The ink abandoned in lazy dribbles
Clouds riding muddled indigo

Wait for me there.

coffee burns lungs, cigarette smoke, don't
lie. Black Folgers tastes like cigarette smoke.
Stars and visions of blank black back-then
haunt neurons, twitch tears. The *******
lights and the gaudy bulb, who thought this
was a good idea? Thomas Edison ruined the
world so no thanks to Thomas Edison. I'd
rather sleep on a dark-world night-time
than a bright-world all-time.  

the grass-is-greener syndrome, Paris syndrome,
I-exist-syndrome for the love of lavender lungs
syndrome, suicide sounds as scary as life when
you scream loud enough, that's true confinement.
Jail-time on Earth. I don't believe this, why do
I think like the devil? Can I blame it on Adam
or whatshisname?

Sleep beguiling,
calling, reaching,
Wondrous imaginings therein reside;
Cobwebs stretching, fingers petting
If only I could have that precious sleep denied.

Where would it take me,
race me, free me?
Glorious if there within I could abide;
caverns hidden, breakers ridden
If only I could have that precious sleep denied.

What would I find there,
be there, do there?
Magnificent adventures certainly implied;
queens dethroned, spells intoned
If only I could but have that precious sleep denied.

Instead I stay here,
stuck here, caught here,
Neither tasting nor seeing those miraculously supplied;
sockets rubbing, bed sheets snubbing
Longing for that precious sleep denied…

Baby, You’re a Drug




Baby,

You’re a drug

An addiction

Maybe,

You can numb

My afflictions

With one touch

No prescriptions



…Baby, you’re a drug



Baby

I can’t lie

I breathe you in

And I get high

A free ride

On cloud nine

Capturing my body

And corrupting my mind



…Baby, you’re a drug



You flow all through my veins

A rush

Straight to my brain

You take away

All of my pain

A sensation

That keeps me sane



…Baby, you’re a drug



You’re a bad habit

And I’m just an addict

Every time I try to quit

You call…

And I’m right back at it



Baby,

You’re a drug

An addiction

Maybe,

You can numb

My afflictions

With one touch

No prescriptions



…Baby, you’re a drug

Imagine this:

Sitting ignorant in your infancy,
In the place you call your home
Your father sits and comforts you
Saying "I shall never leave you alone".
Then all of a sudden a sounds erupts,
Knocking at your door.

A violent thrashing, consuming the joy that had once warmed your spirit,
Your fear kicks in, so you cover your eyes as you cannot bear to hear it.

Your father gone, nowhere to be seen,
You think he's abandoned you
You begin to scream.
Your screams echo the house,
Emotion not withheld,
But while your screams and cries occur,
The sound of silence begins to stir
The sound of what once threatened your soul,
Has turned out to be no more.

Your father gone so you begin to resent him,
And you fail to realise the sacrifice given,
For without his grace, now where would you be?
Buried deep in the ground?
Deep in the sea?
One day we all shall not fail to see
How much was given for you and for me.

The war is not over, but victory's won,
By the love of the Father
The love of the Son.

beautiful orange
globe of fruit

golden juice
sunshine summer cup

offered to me
on your finger tips

shut/open my eyes
blink
and the fruit is

cold and tossed into the snow

what did I do to change
your seasons so?