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Aug 2022 · 222
A tree down the road
Andrew Aug 2022
There’s a tree down the road,
Often caught in the west
Blown east by the west winds.
Blown east by the west winds.
Blown free by the stressed winds

Surely not of anthropogenic
origin.

There was a child down the road.
Blown south by callous winds.
One must mourn one gone.
One must.
Mourn one gone.

Surely of anthropogenic
origin.

There was a wild north wind
Once upon a time.
It seems to have relinquished
It’s domain.
A pastured peace,

Surely of anthropogenic
origin.
Mar 2021 · 358
I hear but do not see
Andrew Mar 2021
Had it been the place in which I was conceived,
Then surely the light would not be relief.
Had it loved the street on which I was born;
From the socket, bones would surely be torn;
From the sockets on which I walk so free;
From Standen street to the timid oak tree.

I’ve known it to follow whichever I roam, from conception to birth to the warm missed tomb.

I hear it
I hear it call
I hear it
I’ve heard it all
It reaches
Jan 2021 · 108
Untitled
Andrew Jan 2021
I sit, and where’s the sun?
below the grass.
And I rest my head on my jacket,
And below, a stone.
Where is the music the world used to play?
Ears untouched.
Where is the music?
Where has the world,
Theory, sinews, and all
gone.
Dec 2020 · 73
Untitled
Andrew Dec 2020
Foot of stone bore deep into the swell,
cracking upon and destroying.
For soon they who the stone holds
shall fall and be no more.
Stand long, stand tall.

Stand long, do not fall,
For when you do and it is done,
Swells will perforate the stone raw.
And to those born between the stars
Do not long, do not call.
Dec 2020 · 75
Untitled
Andrew Dec 2020
Wallow, pitiful man of the spring and summer
know that the grass still breaths when winter blows
Wallow in your high-way blazed ignorance.
to seek the south when the north disagrees
to seek the south when the north disregards.
To see not the day to come, one must know the day that's past.
And I, pitiful man, crave capital that eludes knows only
this.
Only the blisters born of december.
And so in my stupidity I accept it,
A s th ough it is all that i s.
As though it is all that is.
Dec 2020 · 122
In the valley
Andrew Dec 2020
Stood I beside the hillside that stood so tall.
From my feet at the base, stared my eyes to the peak
from the hill did I witness:
Jagged rock jutting from graves
Pine spitting upon me
And sky, crawling from shaded edge.

I knew what I saw was where I had been,
so too was I aware it was where I'd be.
Jul 2020 · 87
Draw me crazy
Andrew Jul 2020
Draw me crazy,
Shadows of my arms and legs sprawled along the brick.
Drive me home,
Where stone bears no shade nor hope
plays no trick.
Jul 2020 · 85
Fear swells
Andrew Jul 2020
Fear swells from oblivion
and to oblivion it falls.
Stepped sturdy from the depths
I So very often call.
Once and then twice and once more
Again.
The toes that once touched will never more
Mend.
Jul 2020 · 81
And told so was the day
Andrew Jul 2020
And told so was the day, told of the coming dark that greets the end each eve.
Though no eve existed before the change of light to dark,
Nor any sun existed before the dark.
Nor any man before any women.

And so sit solemn, solidarity departs you and
bleeds itself dry in the room down the hall.
And you do not here it’s cry.
Feb 2020 · 102
Moon and tree lines
Andrew Feb 2020
"Lovely isn't it?"

                              "The lonely moon lying above the tree line?"

"Yes, but I do not see a lonely moon."

                              "Where is this moon you speak of? I see not company in the forest, nor the bridge to its guarded heaven."

"Perhaps you do not, but can it not be among love if others are not quite about their love for it?"

                              "Can it not be loved and lone all at once?"

"Yes but the moon must not fall into such perpetuations,
We all desire and much more, require its pride and loveliness."

You are a moon my friend, a moon in a night sky.
Know to be loved and alone, and then know to love ones self.
Jan 2020 · 124
Love and wherever
Andrew Jan 2020
Speak of love in the world where it has belonged for years,
Since the dawn of the sun,
In its waves of birthed glory unto the world,
Speak of love in all it has been and will be.

For I know of love as a grasshopper may,
I am merely a follower in its almighty
merely a follower in its glory
and I am in its pain.
We follow it wherever it takes us
Andrew Dec 2019
Upon age dragging my soul,
from when i was young i drew myself old;
Though now i am here I miss the trees that once grew home,
the deck, tumbled over
and my feet blistered and burnt

The pains of adventure bore hurt greater than i'd know
for only in todays time am I aware of what was
And I am no longer.
No longer a tree on which we climb,
never to be what I now can only see.

I had my turn and it is passed,
But today is my chance
at what others wanted to last.
Dec 2019 · 207
U and the drive
Andrew Dec 2019
Dreamt quite lovely the sky by whomever,
drawn quite grey the day i wake to,
if all fallen from one mind then what has been?
What has been full of purpose,
yet flooded in grief and loneliness?

I am aware of the course of life, from point to point
but so little i know of where to go.
From here to there but where is it?
Nov 2019 · 322
The birth of love
Andrew Nov 2019
I've seen you from the birth of time,
Before stars now stuck in oblivion.

I've seen it all yet not enough.

And I miss it all,
what has come and what will be.
missing the endless
Nov 2019 · 140
The day I saw the sun
Andrew Nov 2019
The day I saw the sun, the day the world and leaves run and the wind blows
When frost quenches the heat of summer and blooming red of fall
When stone narrows and water runs across the new dawn
That day love is still and quiet I will call
I will stay light and
I will not stay alone.
.
.
.
It was man who hummed the first tune of freedom, green and blue and brown
Who forlorn and broken continued to search the seasons and the soul
Who feared the evil of the rift and the allure of brawn
It was a requiem to the birth of our first role
I will not abandon
I will not contest
.
.
.
about that time
May 2019 · 133
Summer and sum
Andrew May 2019
I guess it’s so, the rows of streets paved at our feet
Black tar seas, summer’s heat provides the street
The shoe and sun and shallow ***,
Bottles and bottles branding the sill
To help the soul: the full of swill.
Nine and a half sometimes a quarter
Into machines they call a “disorder”.
And to no prevail the summer will hail
A day of peace and a promise of more,
But the day is young and night to old.
And so turn with seared toe and heel
From the papers of tomorrow myself I’ll peel.
Apr 2019 · 110
The city grows
Andrew Apr 2019
I long for the sloping valley, sliding earth free,
For the conquered hill from which is born
            The oak tree.

In all the loveliness the forest presents,
I will observe, quiet, like a servant
            The green tents.

The rain, a lovely song it sings against the leaves;
A drum of nature’s fire,
For which the youth plead.
Andrew Apr 2019
Death will come for all men when it is their time.
You sit and in your world the sun is gone,
And night has taken hold.
Though as young as you are old,
We choose not when death will take hold.
And my day will blaze on,
My skin soaking in sunlight;
But I too will join you in ground and dirt,
Where the earthworms burrow
And the shadows spurt
Gushing upon my once tanned skin,
At level where it basks your rotting limbs
But this is not you anymore.
.
You will not always be alone,
but for now, I cannot join
So, cry wherever you are until my day has come.
.
Or perhaps my delusions have taken hold
Perhaps my world is the newer
And within yours my heart is cold,
And my blood flows no more
As you stroll in sunlight galore.

Please do not leave me here
oh god I’m so cold
It’s all so cold down here
So, lonely down here
I’m calling but
It never reaches your ears.
Maybe I have died and you still walk
Apr 2019 · 190
She never felt the same
Andrew Apr 2019
It is true i guess,
That at the end
you will not be by my side,
As you were
in so many dreams of mine.
Apr 2019 · 111
Turned the world
Andrew Apr 2019
I am the stars,
The cosmic brilliance that will someday die
I am present often in the churning of night
But empty to the beholder of day break
Behold the day break, my brilliant cloak
Behold the blind,
Become truth in the darkness

And the truth will be blind in light

To run for a million,
To turn for a billion,
I must be blind or stupid
I must have quelled the rush rampant, pungent and purging.
The polished cosmos;
I must be the rush.
We are the rush, the rush,
The relaxed.

And the blistering truth will be revealed.
Apr 2019 · 193
Burns
Andrew Apr 2019
And the nights have truth among the lies,
But the truths are as scary as the vicious concoction
Of poetic misery and tragedy
For it is not lovely to be tragic
In an age of tragedy.
The light you once bore has burnt my skin,
And it hurts, my skin, it burns red
And it hurts my nights to know your light
Has burnt the others.
Mar 2019 · 125
Low how high and low
Andrew Mar 2019
Treason of the wind is to remain, sand stone and dust
Sand stone and dust is all we’ve tried before,
Before the raining days and blowing toppled sea waves
Tip top above the lot, the lonely man craving the sea
For his house no longer a home has burst the love, the fiery fear
And that is all
We hear
The good quiet and bad blown loud.
Loud and louder.....
Until......
Treason of the wave becomes in itself a love
Of grass and trees, shroud the sun and run, have fun
That itself is love
That is love and the wind and the wave and the tree and love.
I miss the all,
the all of it; I miss her all the most.
Andrew Mar 2019
Down when and now not tomorrow (though tomorrow will be)
Do not worry today is not the last of its kind;
“It hurts today, and to think, it has hurt before”
“But that’s life”
“The happy in life though, where is it hiding”
“behind the night”
“But is it this night? It must be this night, this moon”
The moon, the moon, no sun, but the quiet light blazing beyond our sight
“This night is something new but will not be different”


Not different

But new

An hour in the grandeur of life
Is relegated to an hour,
It will never be more.
“But I’ve seen so much in this hour,”
But it remained an hour and remains a moment
And remains nothing more.

For the man, passer by, passing by..... passed by and had nothing of your moment
It is only yours, he has nothing of it
It is only yours, so keep it safe.
Not with fear of losing it
No, it is special and it will be lost.
But keep it safe because it is not his.....it is yours.
Jan 2019 · 115
Untitled
Andrew Jan 2019
The days roll by like clouds
Though i cannot touch them, i see them
whisper away.
And with them i fade, steady
Then all at once as the wind paints my mind
grey,
Red and blue, colours of beauty once but gone now.
Jan 2019 · 123
I don't pick
Andrew Jan 2019
The water screeches along the shore,
Depths of madness and malice
Are reached, cascading along in a roar
And it continues ever so long,
for the river never ends, only
the light upon which it is seen.

Why do I follow such a thing,
A beast blind and wild as rapids
is my mind,
But i always follow.
Dec 2018 · 135
Untitled
Andrew Dec 2018
And it has begun
The dram and the draas buried
It and all my steps.
For only when my past is suffocated,
Can my future breathe
Dec 2018 · 118
Untitled
Andrew Dec 2018
If I collapse, into dirt
And deep earth, would
Your sun still rise
Or vanish, still and forgotten.
For I am your sun, am I not?
And should my light not be buried with me?
Should ground not extinguish it’s blistering cheer, yes
For This is life and I must not cry,
For my light is not yours, you must find your own.
Dec 2018 · 212
Untitled
Andrew Dec 2018
If I collapse, into dirt
And deep earth, would
Your sun still rise
Or vanish, still and forgotten.
Nov 2018 · 125
Holden Sang
Andrew Nov 2018
Grip my cry and squeeze tight
Let not the fear escape, nor the fright
And I know I will be blind for a bit,
But see forevermore.
And in this sadness is something close.
I think she’s gone, she’s gone isn’t she.
I wish she would have stayed,
I miss her, god I miss her, god she was it,
In my many fears she never quits.
Nov 2018 · 675
I am dead
Andrew Nov 2018
Maybe I will die today,
Maybe I am dead.
The song of day rattles in my head
As though it is the last
Of many faint tunes
Distant in blankets of snow
And tears ran cold.
And I think I am dead,
Lead me back for I am scared,
I know not where I step,
I know not of myself in this world
It all seems sad,
To wish death at mornings break
And to regret it within nights blinding dark
Oct 2018 · 134
Untitled
Andrew Oct 2018
I feel as though I am dying,
But I live the same each day.
Oct 2018 · 140
Untitled
Andrew Oct 2018
Blue, my love, why must you disgrace me
The green kisses given feel quite hasty
And rest the worry in your mind
The sun shall drool until gone
As the moon breeds a new lovers dawn.
Oct 2018 · 250
Empty it seems
Andrew Oct 2018
If greed were to be my sole friend,
A friend to my soul,
Then I would be cursed to mend
The final prayer I sold.

I feel my soul slips when I stand,
It falls down and I am all that’s left.
And the sun laughs hand in hand
With what could have been my very best.
I feel it is far away yet could be so bright, but when i walk i stray far
Sep 2018 · 260
Untitled
Andrew Sep 2018
And my mind is a corpse,
long since buried,
long since rotted.
Within are maggots feasting on my joy,
As the last of my fears fall to dust.

And my mind is a burden,
on which I must walk day in and day out.
Sep 2018 · 191
I guess so
Andrew Sep 2018
The sun lights my sadness, My heart
Is like an early Earth, where no joy is birthed,
Merely consumed by iron flames and gray rock.
From my blankets I turn, to face the Suns smirk,
He knows dew drops and seas of which I’ve yet to dream;
He knows the door I hide behind shall never lock.
And my heart joins me at noon, when gloom of early day
Resides to memory, and only then I see the sky cream,
The grass green, and my tall hope hiding behind the willow tree.

I reach, tall as I am, yet to no success, I am cursed to remain
sad; and once more, as horizon captures the foolish Sun,
Does my heart light my night and from it I can never run.
It feels as though happiness will join
Sep 2018 · 249
A plant in stone
Andrew Sep 2018
I will dream of walking to you,
But surely, I would die,
Before my thought caressed your face.
Before they hit the ground,
those tears you cry.

If I were to sprute arms like sprungs
On a fork, I would reach you.
I would teach you about the light
On which I live each day.
The wind would lessen its push like
a waterfall of earth.
And I would remain standing.
I wish she was more than a memory
Sep 2018 · 163
Untitled
Andrew Sep 2018
Sunlight greased the roads,
Sending shivers across.
Falling behind,
Yet never being caught,
I felt chasing a dream.
Along my vision grew moss,
Along my greed grew rot.

But no matter how much I change,
No matter the words spoken,
I remain a dull root
Paid in loves token.
Sep 2018 · 143
Trupot
Andrew Sep 2018
You are not beautiful, it seems
the world has lied to you.

"And you think the mirror will present beauty to you?"

I know very well it shall not,

for the world has shown me its true cruelty long ago,
I am no longer angry for what I've seen,

it will only haunt me so long as I breath.

"And you breath no longer?"

It is not possible to breath without a face you have removed in
distaste.
Sep 2018 · 200
Sundog
Andrew Sep 2018
One seemed enough to light the world,
But the sundog brought upon two more,
And three was too much.
Love should only be plain if it is spread
too wide.
That cocker spaniel of light snarled
at the stars,
for they only arrived at his leaving.
And he believed in little, unless the moon told him
otherwise,
for the moon never let love be spread too
wide.
Sep 2018 · 133
Untitled
Andrew Sep 2018
Portland stone dreads my feet.
Burrow my fate into you,
Love, for this is love.
Doves groan when caught in havoc
And I fear when stung by manic
Sadness.
Aug 2018 · 162
Guess
Andrew Aug 2018
Guess the peace of
Dreams;
In death shall he join them.
Among the created sun
And the phony rays.
Among your love my only
One.
Aug 2018 · 142
Green and bright
Andrew Aug 2018
Glow green and die bright
Fall through into light.
But don’t cry for it
Has come
It has come
It cries in black of night.
Jul 2018 · 197
Immortal from death
Andrew Jul 2018
For the seeds of
immortality are
Belief
In the sun
In the moon.
Jun 2018 · 135
Untitled
Andrew Jun 2018
Upon five years passing,
You have grown five years.
And the sun will set,
Just as it rises.
Until it does not.
May 2018 · 148
I’ve stayed so long
Andrew May 2018
And as the sparrow shan’t fall,
I, a friend of love, shan’t tumble
From trust.
For amongst the words brought
Unto
This world
Is that of trust calling proud
The tree remaining among the wind,
And the comet burning upon
The suns
Rays.
I too shall remain for so long as I can,
But like ice,
Will someday melt away into nothing.
May 2018 · 150
Untitled
Andrew May 2018
And perhaps I am the
Sky,
Staying constant
Among the
Setting
Sun,
And the crying
Moon.
May 2018 · 146
Kept
Andrew May 2018
Fear of the
Lost moments,
Breeds guilt
Amongst those
Kept.
May 2018 · 124
Untitled
Andrew May 2018
Those who ruin
The sun,
And the stars,
For others
Are little in life and love.
May 2018 · 119
Untitled
Andrew May 2018
I’ve lived
I have lived!
But death, she still
Calls.
Apr 2018 · 126
Untitled
Andrew Apr 2018
The parable crying strange
Actions,
Has once more
Grown truth, drunk and in love
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