New Friends?I saw you coming.I saw part of you leave.Perhaps 'cos like me,You saw me exit before I even arrrived?
Fear3When the dreams come,As the lights fade,And the shadows grow.Ever longer,Ever darker,There you'll find me.When the gloom and mists,Of fears grip,Decends upon you.Ever growing,Ever darker,There you'll find me.Hiding,Lurking,Shadows within the darkness,Starring back at you.There, but not there.There you'll find me.As the air grows heavy.Ever so heavy.Full of the Fears:Those you thought left behind.They're back to haunt you.There you'll find me.You feeling them closer,Closer still.You feel them flocking through the miasmer,Like a herd of black sheep.And I am their shepherd.There you'll find me.In that darkest of places.Are you there yet?That place far inside you.That place we must forget to look,Lest it will eat us alive.There you'll find ME !
LifeIve seen the world with these two eyes.A movie played inside my mind.Ive traveled the seas in half the timeWithout ever leaving home.Ive spread my wings but didnt flyIve touched heaven, but I didnt dieHad the chance to ask God whyWithout ever receiving an answer.Ive count the stars and made to tenLost track and had to start again.People laughed, but thats how we make friendsWithout ever knowing their name.Ive loved completely and watched them leaveI tell the storysome dont believeLet them go or did you flee?Without seeing what tomorrow brings.Ive cried like I would never smileWalked in darkness for half a mileSaw the sun in the distance for a small whileWithout ever feeling its rays.Ive walked the beachestasted the breezeThere was a time that Ive felt free.Touched my soul and let life beWithout any regrets to hold.Ive laughed until I could not breatheGasped for air a
I dance in clown shoes.You compose your conversations.Fitfully gesturing with whatever you hold,ending arguments with a flourish.Make a point, now whirl, quickly.Make it impossible to counter with your unpunctuation.You duck and weave, spin, sidestep, pirouette:One, two, one, two, faster, harder, stronger.You leave me confused and two steps back,just far enough behind to appear lost and unsure.And if I catch up, if I make a point,you spin again, a trail of words falling like pixie dustas you make your escape.And as you storm out, you slam the period behind you,Ending your sentence with a door.And I must follow you, my thuds down the stairs preceding my statement,trying to catch up before the page break.Now I capitalize a W, and follow with an a, i, t.And you pause, spin, speak, gesture, spin, continue.A waltz to counter my four-four.You don't dance your words-you speak a dance.You speak a dance Baryshnikov couldn't follow.You rapidly reverse the rhythm,changing tempo in a blur of sound
Sex.Love is lusting Love is trusting Love is thrusting.Minus two if you do-But know that Sexis a vex; A cursefor the worse.A voice without choice.Indeed, to lope and cope.Pulling the pieces Through nephews and nieces.Making mingle be single.Singular- Like the word unheard.But thosewho speak are weak.Just fuck and with luck -The Sun will shine Devine. But those who care will spare;Those who live will give.But what is life without Sex?A goddamn vex.
If I Were A LineIf I were a lineI think Id be curled,billowed and swirled,and slowly unfurled.Id sweep over a page,if I were a line,with the wind in my hair,and my heart laid bare.Thats what Id be,if I were a line.If I were a spotId be round and fat(now how about that?)like an old, well-fed cat.Id have drizzled and dropped,if I were a spot,pittering and patteringwith a slight hint of smattering.Thats what Id be,if I were a spot.If I were a colourId be a rich red,like a painted deathbedor a sword to the head.Id lunge for macabre,if I were a colour,made oh-so dramatic,my thoughts all sporadic.Thats what Id be,if I were a colour.But I am a human,so pale and flawed,and easily bored,(wishing I was adored).I twist and bend(these hinges, you see?);my shape is no otherthan the one I can be;My colour, it changesalmost constantly,because I am a human:a human thats me.
On ParabolaWith subatomic subtlety settling on his brow,he said 'Time's a broken arrowthat points from then to now.'Once a grain, I entreated himto stop this flow of sand,'You're immersed in the irreversibleuntil, entropical, I land.'In that glass all is hours,the busted bucket and the spade,and each collapsing castlethat our spilt ice cream made.Since his hands are tidewe can all be shore,when the sediment slidesthere is no more.
deathat the stationone exhausted passengerthe train on the track whistlesyou have to obeyget on itand ride awayone exhausted passengerthe trip ended where it began
Turner's HillOn Turners Hill in snow lit sky,the very dead of night, and cold,the joy of life is measured bya brace of wind and stinging snowthe bane of hand and eye.Scudding clouds do not deterthe laughs, the shoves, the dares,a dangerous game is playing here,unknown by those who run and slidea fate awaits the years.Dot Com Derrek struck it rich,Stilwell died of cancer,Alex never found his niche,William died a soldiers death,Jack became a dancer.Sled on dear boys! and show no lackof boldness off the mark!One by one, straight down the track,the hill is life and night is death,there is no going back.
Butterflies...Our lives are filled with ButterfliesIn moments that we seizeThey guide us with our heart and soulPlacing themselves in our memoriesIn days so dark we find them thereWe feel them midst our painGuiding us to all tranquilityTill we are whole againWe see them in each golden dayThey flutter strong and trueEach one more glorious than the nextTheir colours a vivid hueOur laughter guides each ButterflyTo peace and harmonyTo place them amongst the flowersTo dance in reverieSuch gentle creatures as they flyTheir silence creating calmWe watch them with surprise and mirthA cool and soothing balmButterflies are our gifts from GodTo show us all the lightTo guide us in our daily questTurning what is wrong to rightSo next time you see a ButterflyTreat this creature with your loveFilling all your memories with their beautyAs they flutter up above
Dream WeaverDream Weaver, PleaseWeave me a dreamMake it the bestThat I've ever seenFill it with joyFor you and for meFill it with hopeFor the whole world to seePaint it in coloursTo bring us delightTo replace all the darknessExcept for the nightBathe it in sunshineAs warm as its raysFill it with friendshipTo last all our daysGive peace in our sorrowand joy in our songWeave this dream soonDo not wait too longWe all need our dreamsTo be and to seeTo share all we haveFrom you and from meThank you Dream WeaverFor weaving this dreamIt is the best dreamThat I've ever dreamed..an alternate final stanza:Thank you dream WeaverFor helping me seeThat life is as beautifulAs we allow it to be...
I am meYou ever have times you want to crawl away and die?You ever have times you want to run and hide?To want to cower,Yet at the same time,Stand up with pride,And say "I am ME, and cannot be denied!"."I am ME, so stand aside!".