Fraught with ginger headlights blowing
Down the wind that keeps you knowing
About the lost temptation longed for
From the highland town on the foreshore,
We see a dark presence engulf
What was once a mere meeting post
Of ornaments and statues speaking out
To all that hear them scream and shout.

Tiring from the overtime unpaid
The pretty ladies fade away
Dreading the fifth movement of the piece,
Though waiting as though ill at ease
Along the back decks of the seventh sage
Never longing or showing their grace
The forever lost again find a place.

It was in that moment
The treasured instant infinite
That marked the long divide
Of time that goes by
And trails off towards
The dying night
Of a million lost lights
That slowly wither
In to their place
Their rightful place
Amongst the fallen
And long forgotten
Lost

the raindrops fall
tears from a knowledge
you weren’t ready for
coming to rest
in death
upon soft soil
saved

the workers’ day is done
but they do not foresee they’ve come
as far as the eye can see
and over the hill to me

draw down a path no longer
where they belong. only to
find themselves with
nothing to do.
“so what now”, screams the
lone poet from the
balcony of life.

they do not know him
any more,
and no one pulls him
from the floor

so he becomes
as everyone.

When the terrors of the night come wandering by
I know for sure that we all someday must die,
For the walls are painted with a million shades of grey
Telling a story of when the wind ran away.

Into the ocean, into the sea,
We alone will believe what no one else will see.
Try as you might, you will never walk down
All those paths in your lifetime you might not have found.

Actors and agents they claw at my door,
But letting one in means they all must want more.
Today is the day that they all throw you back
What news do you bring from the old weathered shack?

It captures you
Your attention to the end
With winding passages
And merry go rounds
That peak and blow
Down the trees that point
You all in the wrong direction
Don’t go

Send me my heat
Back in the mail
Don’t tread too lightly
For I might miss the trail
Of arrows that fly
So stringent through
The air that is falling
The sails on the tide
Come through

Suffer my want
Is the only want
I want to bestow
Upon your heart

Greed and hunger go hand in hand
That is why the pirate
And the captain are in love
With the princess that lives
Down Oxford town way
Who is she now
To stay herself for so long
It doesn’t seem right
To be with my baby tonight
While you are out
On the street
And hit the deck
You are crying
And the world throws it’s swan
Song to the rescue

Hit the child of Medusa’s breast
Who snakes his way into your heart
No one knows for sure which way the
Pressure lies, and so the dangers
Of the beach never seem to really
Play upon the stench of the family
Portrait.

You are the breeze
Come in to fill my sails
I'll catch you soon