The tricks of the self:
to confuse and divide, ensnare and impair,
to turn the head on the tail.
Leaving us all chasing circles,
lashing out at phantoms and grasping for dreams.
Living our life's through fiction.
Against the real, it seems we rail.

My mistake was to believe:
To believe in human kindness or reason,
or that truth is in some way potent.
The idea that humanity could make sense,
of what the past will portent.
To dream that borders would not be
barriers to better ways.

A dim light flickers
Pool cues line the walls
Screams and shouts make echo
A young man pots the eight-ball.

One pianist guides the night
The house it gradually takes
The hopeless builder's money
He worked so hard to make.

I stare into the emptiness
Of my glass that was Jim Beam
And nod towards the 'tender
He shakes
"One more will make thirteen."

I stare into his eyes
I can see where he has been.

The lines upon his forehead
Cry mis'ries of the war
His lips ne'er felt the word father
Who died when he was four.

I see a widower stand before me
In the bristles of his chin
How deep my heart sinks
When I come round to think
Of how he drowns his sorrows in gin.

His hands show scars and bruises
Of work 'fore that of liquor
This man he radiates wisdom
The light keeps on its flicker.

I part my lips to ask him
Of great things he's done and seen
But his glassy eyes, sight absently
"Son, these things have gone and been."

I used to think a life without you wasn't worth living,
Sleep wasn't as refreshing,
Food wasn't as satisfying,
And love was elusive.

Now I reminisce, but I don't dwell.
Your coffee eyes no longer rule my thoughts at night.
I am no better or worse without you.

I remain constant.
In a world that has always been letting me down,
that is all I need.

Watching the motorway
from the cafe'.
resting my feet of clay.
Under a sky of clouds,
that some may say,
have silver linings.
But all I can see is the grey.

I try;
with my little lie,
to make
a subtle adjustment
to reality.
A slight hue
of the untrue.
Coloured just
to suit me.

It's only one
little fraction
of the larger whole.
Surely that's worth
the loss of a little soul?

Just you and me and the silence in between things
hello cruel world, once more Venus in pearls
hollow echo:
the only way to conquer your fears is to face them,

to splinter a beady eye with glowing heart
first explode out your heart and intellect
combined in a style not
unlike Omega man.

to
ritualise the intent
to
combine the helix
to
hypothesise the meaningful
to
to forge cast irons in the realms of
the imagination

Fky high Omega, manufactured man
manufacture ideals
create new deals
and fielding questions from
professors draped in death black cloth;

Try and just lie back and relax
lie back and relax
relax,
relax.

It's worth not thinking too hard,
being silent in your  backyard
it's worth keeping that silence
as it's golden, yes
sometimes it is golden,
always it is golden.

sometimes the silence is all we have
and all we should have,
it's the unsaid things that hit you most
on dark nights, unsettled in a house that
shall not breed indifference
this poet writes in the third person.

In a forth wave of inspiration
something emerges which
seemed previously impossible;

Happiness, contentment
a form of therapy, a method
that does not breed indifference

These words are my fire
these words are my soul
please take my words
and burn them
into yourselves

cage your skin, and enjoy the silence because it's
where we all will one day return to globe of
warmth, death, a deep slumber, an afternoon spent napping
by a fire.

An ambience of merry mourning. Sunlight drapes in through window
reminding me of her. Ethereal glow, sheltered presence.
Who is she? And who am I,  
really?

the silence ringing
Ringing, ringing
soul singing, singing
words collapsing
worlds collapsing

language is a power
unlock yours
and smile.
Smile wider than the sun
knowing all will be well
and all is.

the silence ringing ringing, ringing,
soul singing, singing
words collapsing
worlds collapsing
worlds collapsing

Today I felt worth-less.
Not in the sense that I had nothing
but like I had less of what I was before.

I guess for some this isn't a bad thing
but for me I'm not too sure...