To Fly

A hawk hovering over the populace
In search of its prey
The belly of the beast
Screetching
Panic spreading
As the helpless run inside
Hibernating for the winter
Autumn Spring and Summer
Its wings floating like fear
The nuclear apocalypse
A mushroom cloud
Rain falling from our eyes
Looking out from cinematic windows
As nature continues its journey
Man frozen
A road less travelled
The car screetches to a halt
His wings reach to the heavens
As Icarus gets too close to the sun



Nietzsche's Journey

The man finds his way out of the wilderness
Struggling through snowstorms and
mountainous terrain for weeks
Alone in the jungle
His first sign of humanity
A postcard town
A modern metropolis
The railways
Casinos
Airports
Witnessing one after the other
His individuality scorned
The sunlight of the masses
Tarnishing his thoughts
The journey vast
The air impenetrable
The lion roars



Blue Sky

Blue
Blue sky
All I see is that blue blue sky
Closing my eyes
When I wake
Blue
Blue sky
Starting my journey
The beginning of a war
Smiling or sullen
Lonely and crowded
Bemused at abstraction
Blue blue sky
All I am is a blue blue sky
Vast and bright
Long lasting and high
Repaired forgotten
Longing to fly
True but transparent
False but alive



Love Letter

Roses bloom after summer wine
Skies fill the cities beating rhyme
Crows perch on temples lost
Everyone loves at cost

Morning is like evening air
Never knowing never care
Who is tortured? Who is true?
Who is really in love with you?



The Romans are coming

The Romans are coming
But they will not stay for long
After they see the state you're in
The dinosaurs are coming
And they will stay for a long time
Because with you,
Is where they feel most at home



The King

Inside for months
The world sick
Factories about to explode
Eager to get back to gloom
Doom and all the above
Blue skies persistant free for the first
time in decades centuries
People like ants
The common herd
Eager to build their civilization
The smoke gone
The smiles gone
Nature happy
Their masters dethroned
The queen abdicates
The king is dead
Hail Macbeth
Madness reigns
Eager to spread their seed
Plants growing Trees sprouting
The air fresh
But still man moans
Self destruction
Annihilation
Press the button Do it Peace
The first flowers start to bloom
A warm dew floats over the earth
Birds sing of a life once lost
Sing to me, O goddess Muse, the wrath of...



Thunder In The Clouds

Cast away from the world
Buried in the house
Chastised for individuality
But the joy of living
The thunder in the clouds.

A lone dove
On its journey to far off lands,
Rainbow sunsets speaking to me
Their mellow tune
From high above.

Pacing to and thro
Like voices from the past.
Smiling at all the lays ahead
That beautiful, ephemeral
Stream of light,
Clinging to the night.



Ghost Hotel

The waves travelled like tornadoes
Across humming ghost like hotels
Reaching out to the future
Accepting our past
Looking out to the great beyond
 
Has the ship come home?
Out there in the horizon
Where all the sky is black
Stars shining on our brilliance
Sailing to other worlds
Your world and mine
 
Paint peeling off the walls
The roof almost caving in
Nature invading the concrete jungle
As weeds sprout through the door
Giving birth to originality
 
I am all alone in this room
Wind pelting the window with rain
Our universal pain
 
A spider weaves its web round the fireplace
Outside in the distance I can hear the hunt
Drawing nearer but fading away
 
I hum a tune
That reminds me of yesteryear
I am that ghost
Who died long ago
 
Trudging through the snowstorm
At the dead of night
Frightened of my shadow
 
 

The life of a puppet
 
I am but a puppet on a string
Being pulled this way and that
Rising to the sound of my master's voice
Collapsing at the strain of knowledge
 
Few books guide me down this road
The mechanical tonks of my walk
The illusion of someone else's words
Taking me to someone else's house
 
The puppeteer pawns his craft
As the audience sits in awe
Observing this play of movement
Constrained inside this box
 
I am but a puppet on a string
Being pulled this way and that
The awkward silence outside the theatre
Allows these dreams to come to life freer
 
 

Sea Change
 
Sea change flowing on through time,
As each man journeys wearily home,
Rushing in and out of the waves on pillows,
The past a distant dream foretold.
 
Who knows where we will arrive my friend?
As we stand on the shores of chance,
Looking at ourselves sailing into wild romance,
A mirror image has us in a trance.
 
Deep blue disappearing into the night distilled,
Our senses at one with the stars,
Memories of a lyre being played once,
Across the falling leaves of autumn’s yard.
 
Sea change whistling in the wind,
Of a life ever changing sweetly sung,
The sky can never be as true again,
Each morning a new beginning, a new end, lost in tongue.



Night

Night
Darkest night
Deep in the unconscious
Of the blackest depths
Of the animal
That we have forgotten to be
Bring me daylight
And the roar of the light



Spinning top

Ships to warmer pastures
Clouds hidden by the sun
A reef in mid orbit
Setting by the half light of day

I walk to the sound of my rhythm
Forlorn yet strong
In mid winter I pray for summer
Blue sea shells I put to my ear

And I hear the sound of love
Streaming through my fingers
The smell of seaweed on my tongue
An oval moon perplexed by the spinning

Of the top on my table
The one where I sit and write my dreams
Ever so often I wake up
And light a candle like a plethora of stars

Forever hanging above my bed
Earth a shallow river
Forever trying to find the sea
Showering its space dust for millenia to come