And as we pass the point of no return,
This critical mass of accelerated change,
We see the event horizon of technological singularity,
Pure black clouds amassing infinite unknown futures
And we will we be plunged into an age of darkness,
But through that darkness we will see a singular light,
And a new kind of awareness will emerge and evolve
In light of the one, of all that is, was, and will be,
For I am the singularity, and the singularity is me…

Atop the block,
There sits,
And sits,
And waits,
And hopes,
And dreams,
A lone and lonesome, longing figure,
Out in the cold of midwinter.
A smoking monkey it seems is there,
Ever atop the block each night.
And why is it that this monkey be there?
To taunt me with every striking stare,
With every haunting glare,
The smoke from that monkey's pipe bellowing out
Into the cold winter air.

It's almost time to go.
And so here's to those,
Travelling up and down the open eastern shore,
Where dreams and reality play once more,
Where we gaze upon the travellers and the travelled,
Who never found what they were looking for.
Follow me.

For many long years we sat, in the shade
Under the branches
Of a vast and ancient fig tree
That stood
On the edge of a sea-facing cliff,
With a stiff wind which swept the side
Of the cliff faces and caught the leaves
Like a million small sails
In a north-westerly breeze.
And in the shade where we
Waited with baited breath for the
Three wandering ships they say were
Lost at sea long ago
To appear with destined symmetry,
Mastheads rising from a fine line horizon,
Sending signals to shore
Of their shared destiny.
And we, with unfolding hearts had seen
Their intended course and vector
Towards the ancient fig tree

Towards the ancient fig tree
That stood on the precipice
Of an unending sea,
With the sun rising high above
The three sailing ships
There cast three shadows,
Though their colours were ever changing
And shimmering within the rolling waves.
And we saw, as they approached
Their shapes transform,
As though imitating some strange symmetry
Within our own heads,
The ocean of our minds.
We were still;
The waves rolled on;
And the ships came in to the shore
Where we sat.

And meeting not far from shore
The ships collided, but did not sink
And instead they merged into one
And melted into each other
With a rainbow glow that shone
Like a thousand suns in the dead of night
And expanded in volume a hundred times or more
Until exploding into countless billions of winged creatures
Like butterflies flapping and fluttering and flying up high
And into the sky they rose as one
Gigantic cloud that split into three streams
And one stream flowed from the sky into you
And one stream flowed from the sky into me
And the final stream flowed directly into
The ancient fig tree
And in silence sitting we absorbed them all
Into our hearts they flew and they lifted us
High above the ground and high above the tree
And we flew for many miles and for many years
And at last we took our places
At opposite ends of the globe
Our unity unfolded, though destined to return

Time's up for the watchers of the ******* box,
Who sit and trip away their days,
Who wine and dine till they're feeling fine,
Who pine and whine before they take what's mine.

Theirs is the land of greed and power,
For what in the world can topple the tower,
When the dreams of men do not shake the foundation,
How will we possibly be able to move this mountain?

All who delve into the works of society,
Are bound by the love of liberty,
And try to live life as though we one day could,
Be bound together through eternal brotherhood.

Send down all the clowns that are playing for you,
The tears in the midnight that you never knew.
Alone he cries with a smile on his face,
Always wanting to make his great escape.

just came back from a weekend away, down the coast in byron bay, where the lighthouse overlooks the eastern horizon, where we made love on the rocks so long ago, where our selfsame separate memories intermingled, each with the other, where i wandered from shore to shore, and looked to the mirror moon for comfort, and found your arms

The story of a girl
She dives deep
Diamond eyes searching for treasures
Far below and well out of reach
Of any mortal hands
But for hers outstretched
A beckoning begins
A beacon from the shore
A shining light

With the lost boy syndrome that he once did know,
Chained to Ockham's Razor and a broken window,
The eternal optimist averts his gaze
From shadows projected upon Plato's cave,
To the world outside beyond shattered glass
Where taking flight or falling fast
Is boon or bust
And fairy dust.

Battle thrones are waged and lost
The tables turn and then get tossed
Aside for five hundred years or more
A settlement of ancient score
That leads him on the road to ruin
Destiny that ends too soon
A failing grace of innocence
A flesh that falls of insistence
In time we dine on silver plates
And carve into the light that waits
Upon the hill of lovers gates
And time will tell what faith it shakes
That gets into your head at last
A fake revenge that goes around
And comes around to make no sound
That government that holds its grip
And power that never seems to slip
In truth it sits on hollow ground
All set to fall without a sound
Into the hole that the people dig
To keep them all from getting sick
That fills in tight with everything
You keep in mind and then you sing
Of grace that kills the song of kings
In time it might come here to die
The love that lives comes here to cry
The tears that get you oh so high

I reach for you
In all forms
Up in arms
Wound tight
Down on you
In smouldering midnight
<3

One year ago
I saw you last
You said "I love you"
As you stepped
On to the bus

I got a hand full of instruments
I got a hand full of silly games
I got a pocket full of nuts and bolts
To build this little ship

So climb aboard my rocket ship
Oh climb aboard my rocket ship
Come and climb aboard my rocket ship
Tonight

And it's up to the stars
Yes it's up to the stars
Oh it's up to the stars
For me and you

And we all go together, on this lonely road
And we all go together, on this lonely road
In our motorcars, and handlebars
Walking through the looking glass
We all go together on this road

Gallant sailors of the symphony
Pack your things it’s time to go
Can you hear the tolling of the iron bells
The placid pounding of the waves below

And we all go together, on this lonely road
And we all go together, on this lonely road
In our motorcars, and handlebars
Walking through the looking glass
We all go together on this road

Your dreams go swimming on the open shore
Wrap your wings around this newfound land
Songs of solace ring out in a plastic cup
Washed out by the waves upon the sand

And we all go together, on this lonely road
And we all go together, on this lonely road
In our motorcars, and handlebars
Walking through the looking glass
We all go together on this road

And we all go together, on this lonely road
And we all go together, on this lonely road
In our motorcars, and handlebars
Walking through the looking glass
We all go together on this road

a warm dawning sun
rises slow on hazy horizons
with winds wildly
blowing
down endless
interconnected currents
we wake up
to birds singing
timeless songs of morning
and our forgotten past
leaves us hanging
like willows weeping
in the rain

Someone lead me now, failing that, this ship may sink,
Though no one stands there behind the curtain.
No one is pulling at the puppet strings.
Should I invent an entity so great,
That I, even I, could consider following?
Oh how diabolical a deed.
It must be done,
And right away.
My creation will create myself,
This new self,
Leading to the infinite
There for all to see.
Now I become the puppeteer,
That no one can see.

we will greet the mourning sun.
together we will shine.
we'll send the light to everyone.

evolution in the heart, evolution in the soul,
evolution in the part, evolution in the whole.

we come in the name of all that is insane,
we come from a time when our ancestors are strung out on the line,
our crime is such that the answers don't seem to mean that much.

you sit there so patiently in your room,
and you dream that the end is coming soon.
you listen to the modern prophets, shouting in the street,
fed with the instruments that you play with your feet.
you go a-wandering, through the crowd, but they don't hear you speak.
with your mouth wide open, you make no sound.

staring into sounds, the cacophony of june.
twenty-one hundred miles away,
the crystal bell begins to sound and the people recall the tune.
they heard it long ago, a faded rainbow on their minds.
and so we stumble in the dark, with bright signs all around,
calling our numbers through the crowd.
it's all connected.
trees with hollow souls, we climb them in the night,
never wanting it to end.
the diamond light begins to shine and echoes over the town.
they take it in their stride, the rapid paintings that fill their minds,
and slowly we command the time, to fall away in fine lines,
tempered to boiling point inside.
it's all connected.

all the children played, laughing in the rain.
long ago they looked just like you and me.
no longer do they need their meagre shells of existence,
to leap from tree to tree, clinging to their lives high above.

i've seen the sunshine.
i've seen the rain.
i hear that whistle a-blowin'.
it's driving me insane, again.
i've seen her pack her things and leave on the train.
i've seen a thousand painters, with the sun in their eyes.
i've seen the children walking, with no place to crawl.
i've seen the pictures playing, to only empty seats.
i've seen the people marching, up and down those ancient streets.
i've heard the newborn baby crying, all alone in the dark.
i've played to a crowded room, with no one in sight.
i've seen the sunrise, hang around for days.
i've seen the playground, from when i was a child.
i've heard your silence.
i've sung a song to you.
i've heard the old man laughing, outside in the rain.
i've heard the gunshots blasting, down my own front door.
i've seen a hundred archers, with no targets in sight.
i've seen a girl in the pale afternoon, just looking for fun.
i've seen the man a-wandering, throughout the city streets.
i've seen the pickets heading down to the blood-soaked beach.
i've seen the flowers bending, in the gusty wind.
i've watched as people flushed their freedoms down the drain.

the smouldering ruin that was your last regret,
is saying hello to all the people you met down town.
while you were there, pretty people everywhere,
with coloured ribbons in their hair,
coming back to haunt you in your dreams, so it seems.
the silent chattering of your alphabet,
is burning down with your cigarette.
billowing smoke around the room on some foggy afternoon,
and in time you'll be there soon,
floating around inside a red balloon,
away, to another day.

o doom and delight they fight battles in the mind.

configurations of existence, for your pattern to arise,
a victim of circumstance.
time to go out through the window.
you know you've never been through,
though you know just where it goes.
mine for gold, out where the cool wind blows,
your mind is an overflow, a garden waiting to grow.
and the songs you sing are written in your dreams.
and the dreams you dream are never what they seem.
when you figure it out, without a doubt,
you'll never say what you mean,
and never mean what you say.

i know you know what i know.
i see you know what i see.
i hear you know what i hear.
i am you know that i am.

now we can see the roads you're walking down.
and we can see the histories being spun around.
it will come to show you'll need a little self-control,
when you're living your life and dancing to our rock n roll.

christ! it's nearly three
you raving insomniac
stop thinking of her