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
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 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
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
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.
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 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 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
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