Sky

Left stranded in a lonesome high,
shadows burning on my mind.
Dark hourglass birds above,
rocks floating beneath the sky.

Want to be afraid to fear,
unfold from being a man.
Slowness creeps over my life,
a fair hand running thru my skin.

Mazes thru which corpses wade,
like naked buds scared to blossom.
Lie in spaces in my eyes,
just a tear, i'll sing her a song.

A Song for Me

Life turns into a muse,
the stone becomes the poet's dream.
she sang a riddle to me,
a hidden heart, a selfish scream.

I love her, so i dared to cry.
Into the night of my days,
and into the life of her eyes,
i saw me learning to fly.

A Dance Song

Floating up a hibiscus vein,
shining in a hidden sky.
Heavens slip beneath her feet,
a broken smile, she dances on.

Life bursts upon the clouds,
lost in colours of her mind.
She paints across the lonely night,
softly, swimming in the sky.

Now heaven's sunk miles below,
high on the big city hopes.
A cold war, she danced on,
with dreamstained eyes thru a kaliedoscope.

Me

Moonlit bars hit on the walls.
I want to cry, I make no sound.
I should've told you, it just hurts now,
running and hiding, pin pricks my soul.

Guilt pangs left beneath smiling eyes.
I hate to look, too torn within.
I cried for help, i wanted to let go,
as i lay sprawled naked behind my closed doors.

Bars of Sunshine

Green is the colour of her eyes,
we never spoke, we never cried.
I sat, i smoked in the maze.
Patient time slips thru the days.

She cursed the smoke, i lit the fire.
Burnt my life on a 2 inch pyre.
I do understand, i do really care.
How'd i know i wasn't there.

Bars of sunshine locked in her hair.
Escaping the minefields of her prayer.
The last leaf falls to the floor,
Alice woners which damn door.

Liquid figures swim in my head,
walls spiral around my bed,
desert shores twinkle blue and grey,
still trying to end the day.

Reckless

Memory returns,
sea sick sailors rowing home.
Stormy pasts and harsh winters with
green splashes on naked chests.

God spreads across the sky
riding home on peace high,
weaving through empty streets, to the liquid clock
in the crossroad with dead ends.

Pain lost in reckless vice,
smile, smile, smile and smile.
Life rolls on
a long brown endless mile.

Fish eyes stare thru bars of sunshine,
surfing in spotted galaxies
amidst glimpses of nightmares
and closed doors.

The walls ripple outwards,
surprised at the space
floating through the bottles of hurt,
trying to end the day.