Monday 8 March 2010

The Darkest Hour

Softly whisper to me before the dawn
'Fore we fall awake, before we yawn
And only after can we please ourselves
Until the midnight when the clock strikes twelve
Then and only then is it time to talk
Silently run, wait, silently walk
No more lights to shine on us
Silence is what it takes to be in love

Poeme Cinquante-sept

..Surrounded by stars we lie
Amidst shifting clouds and black and sky
Vented through moonlight brilliance
And crowds and crowds of thousands and millions
..Beneath the world we cry
The lovers that love, and cheat and lie
And through the cloud comes a gentle breeze
Blue and cold, and blows with ease
..Because of nothing we fight
Stupidity blames the black and the white
It's a little too difficult to be so hard
And a little too clear to be so far
..Beside our girls we lust
The girls we love and adore and trust
Inspired by her desire to see me soon
Inspired by voices and the songs they croon
..Tread carefully, we must
Don't disturb the lies or mice or dust
We needn't wake the girl who sleeps
Or buy or sell or give or keep
..Between the walls it gusts
The paranoid children and them and us
Scared to believe in all that's fantasy
Must we only believe in what we see?

Darkness

Darkness shows me shades of black, black I've never seen
The young girl shows me long ways back, ways I've never been
I'll find you, I'll see you, I'll meet you on the shore
To gaze upon the sea so blue, tells me life's a bore
I dream a dream of foreign life, lived by waves and shores
There is no home below the roof, held by walls and doors
I'll meet you, I'll kiss you, I'll love you ever after
There is no life upon the beach that lends itself to laughter

Painted Faces

Painted and drenched in dreams
Tears run fast and fall - who cares?
To be furious on a whim's glory
To be an object of awes and stares
Looking, not for me but for you
Who knows? It's just those eyes
Here; in skies; in foreign lands
Who stops to talk when we can die?
He died! He's dead you know
He spoke - he saw the blue
In eyes so white, milk is shamed
He died? He was happy he saw you

Gently Living

From the hot and badly tightened tourniquet
The blood is veiled and stops sanguine
Now and then, a call by my sobriquet
A loving letter and fairies so green
A mother's love is bought for in such hope
But the sincere notion is dropped
All we do now, is roll and rock from the slope
Forgetting to mention the girls we forgot
If by this lonely light you see a lonely night
And a ship sailing with no sails or sailors
An empty rose, risen from high heights
And an abundance of deception and failures

Simple Souls

Simple souls are falling forever
All but untouched and coloured and fanciful
That there girl hopes for the moment you see her
All but untouched and fancied and colourful

Reach to see, to reach the sea
Tumbling down, and falling 'round
Sensible be, but don't be me
Unfound and lost in noise and sound

Our minds are entwined and roaming together
All but destroyed and beautied and pitiful
Rainbows are dull, but the storm clouds are better
All but complete and pitied and beautiful

Up and down, the sun will fall
The sky will cover and send the clouds
The rain doesn't know or care at all
The clouds are loving and pretty shrouds

Destined forever, our souls are in heaven
All but dreaded and drowned and bountiful
Under the earth is as deep as forever
All but unloved and bounded and plentiful

To finally see, the cause of dreams
The meaning of you, and the purpose of me
Life is a dance, frayed at the seams
While death is a thousand new ways to see

Monday 1 March 2010

Gaslight Blue

A thousand cigarette dreams are smoken
And all the fragile jewel thieves a-broken
Idiot seeds and true melancholy will win you through
Unable to think freely, ruled prayers beholden
Somebody calls you and asks you to hold them
Think just how lucky you are beneath the gaslight blue
Unnerving, unswerving untold resolution
Fits you quickly and calls out your retribution
The leaves have not yet reached the trees of which you so boldly speak
Black, brass filled bass notes and high thoughts, begotten
Of all those miseries after a lifetime smitten
Bugs have bitten and leak from the seas of which you have so clearly seen