There's blood in

my tears

cried ever so

slowly

you knew me from

cradle

I knew you to

your grave

you loved me form

my start

I loved you till your

end

 

There's blood in

my tears

spilt from my

heart

you helped raise me

I held your hand

on your last

breath

 

There's blood in

my tears

as I watched your

soul ascend

and I know you

were happy

but theres a space

that remains

filled with the blood

in my tears

that I cried 

over you. 

--
Posted By electroweb to electroweb on 8/21/2008 06:10:00 AM

I find a

silence in my life

when I realise I'm

on my own

 

Regardless of bounds

blood ties

blood brothers as

spit struck hand

shakes grasped on

an old airdrome

over grown with grass

and over way caravans

 

Regardless of

recollections

smooth as pebbles

well worn in my past

Regardless of this

 

There's a silence in

my life

that stills me

when I'm alone

 

I've got boxes

of rain drops

 

Saved form

my rainy days

 

Boxes n' boxes

of rain drops

 

Stacked in piles

little wooden clouds

 

Arrayed around my flat

my own weather tucked away

 

I've got boxes

of rain drops

 

Saved for a

sunny day

 

 

I reached into

your heart

and pulled out

a Harpsichord

 

I reached into

your mind

and got tangled

in strings

 

Your heart

sounded so sweet

yet your mind

confused me with

its knots

 

Such harmony

and discord

in one

surprised me

surprises me

still

 

I saw my reflection

in your eyes

Cat like cunning

cut across my brow

Was it I or you

I wondered vainly

for a reason

to dislike what

I saw

But was it

I or you

contained in that

look

My memories hang

heavy as Wisteria

On my wall

 

Thick with sent

of ruminations

on a long summer

day

 

Bees and Wasps

hover and hum

crowded my thoughts

crowed me

 

Threaten to sting

me with sharp

reflections

 

Purple flowed remainder

resplendent as their

green leaved

frame

 

My memories hang

heavy as Wisteria

on my wall

 

The sharp sunlight

picks out the

grandeur and

highlights decay

 

Reminisces in

full bloom

sent the air

all around me

 

And I drift

Drift

Drift

the day

 

 

Change

seasonal

perpetual

my passage through this

our time

my time

 

Changing

shifting

circumstances

encounters with others, places, nature

nature's boundlessness

 of life

 

Changed

altered

metamorphosed  

ourselves daily different

chances and choices

to make or

pass

you bye

 

Changes

physical

mental

spiritual

flowing cold in the hot sun

 over the feet

of

 Heraclitus

 

 

I placed my memories

on the back of a

Hummingbird

they blurred with

the speed of its

wings

 

Flashed so fast

that my past

became tangled

in my

present

 

 

Ivy wraps the eyes

tangled wood

warped and whipped

trampled tracks

smoke and lies

eat the ears

worm the mind

and tip the delicate

balance of a

finely tuned mind

into muddy mush muck

so its said

in whispers as he passes

shuffling with bags of paper

carrier bags in bags

in bags

in bags

 

 

I want to go away

                       and not come back

 

Step of the margin

the blurred bit

                             at the corner of your eye

 

Switch of the senses

              close the minds

   eye

 

I want to go away

                            and not come back

 

to take the diagonal path

            that cuts a diamond track

        Straight from the cross roads

                       And be dammed

                  If I look

                back

 

I want to go away

                      and not look back

 

        Hemp and Sisal snap

as I swim thought coldness

  of my reminisces

and season it not

                  with salt or sugar taken

 

it is what it is bone and meat

I leave it all at

              the mists edge

 

I what to go away

                             and not come back

 

I walk amongst the trees

deeply into darkness

I step

across pine needles

deeply I step

 

Further from the chatter

of man

further from the rattle

of machine

further from the clatter

of cites

and towns

villages and house

 

Deeper I travel

deeper I lose myself

in this far place

of towering green

deeply in the forest

I step

 

Where tales are told

where Baba Yaga

eats children and carves bones

where paths criss cross

wolf tracks and wood cutter axes

 

Back in mind out of time

here and now

In the forest

deeply dreamed

dreamed ripe and rich

 

I walk amongst the trees

my skin all green

with eyes hazel

shining back the light

of moon and stars

through branches

bouncing back of streams

 

Whist spider webs hang

decorated with flies

and droplets of dew

 

O deep in the forest

hidden from the

every day mind

I walk

my hair falls flaxen

as woven vines

jewelled with red berries

my body clad in

furs and flowers

so soft and scented

of spring and summer

 

In the forest I walk

whist Pan pipes the echoes

of my soul.

 

Heroes die heroically

though sometimes its

tragic

Nearly always it's a waste

 

Hot blood on cold sand

old men's reflections

on their young champions

death

 

Medals of gallantry

glasses raised

toasts given

but reality

chimes

spilt guts

tears of fear

lonely cries for

your mother

 

Let's rise a glass

To our dead heroes

though maybe

it would be wiser

to cures the fools

who sent them

to their doom

 

Only to add

valour to their own

 egos

flaccid politicians

hunting for power

with the blood

of our boys

where's the valour

in that

 

I drain my glass  

 

What magic

did we kill

in our passing

to be here

 

What dreams

that were true

have been lost

in our rush

 

What metaphorical

tails were true

what fairy tales

were real

 

What happened

to the knowledge

of our hearts

the understanding

of our souls

 

What magic

did we kill

in our passing

to be here

 

How lost have

we become

and what became

of what we

lost

 

How hard have

our minds become

so over grown

with our knowing

 

So sure in

our knowing

that we know

not that we

know so little

 

What magic

did we kill

in our passing

to be here

 

That only in

the story given

to our children

do exists the

echos of our past

 

the silent cry

of magic wanting

to be herd

 

lend an ear

if you will it

to be different

 

Blood vessels

streams through heartbreak

synapses crackle

sparking electric dreams

murals flicker

with the eyes scraped clean

out of female apostles

hidden in rock hewed

churches in hill and mountain

 

A patriarchal fear

crushingly cast

for nearly two thousand years

has remained everybody's

staple supper

a monumental veil

that has obscured

man sights of the other

our female sisters

 

The religious cloth

has been woven

and cut to fit inappropriately  

to rest on only one set

of humanities shoulders

 

The tears

for this patriarchal crime

could not be wept

for all the eyes

in all the hidden shrines

have been scratched

out

 

Yet today we have back

this knowledge

as a balm with which

to heal back all

our futures sight.   

 

The river circles

back and forth

hazy in dreams

brittle in name

clear in realization

when faced from its bank

 

Sliver for the ferry man

 

O river Styx

River Styx

 

No light reflects

back

from its black

water

 

The river circles

back and forth

life and death

here and after

snake before a trebling

step

 

O river Styx

river Styx

 

Once crossed never again

to be seen

as Hades blows

the memory of living

from the dead

 

The river circles

back and forth

its water eternal

deep

 

O river Styx

river Styx

swelled by the weeping

for the dead

who know not

anymore what tears

are for.

 

 

 I burned bright

shone

shone light

back

to illuminate the moon

to cast an ethereal

glow

by which a

pair of owls

flew

their calls echoed

tooit twoo

sharply shrieked

amongst a small copse

of trees

 

I burned brightly

shone

shone light

across

a shaggy heather cropped

moor

dazzled diamonds drops

of dew encrusted

bracken leaves

unfurled majestically

fern tiaras

rising to crown

the high dale

 

I burned brightly

shone

shone light

far out to sea

bouncing back

of high white

wave caps

crashing back

on Flamborough head

shoals of mackerel

dive deep

out of the smell

of a solitary tar house

a hint of an old fate fated

from further up the coast

 

I burned bright

shone

shone light

through the past

over trees

moor and dale

over the empty waves

bare of cobles

and hard hands

to drag back in

heavy wet nets

as the shoals

of mackerel swim away

free

and one last tar smoke

house burns its last

lament

to  empty harbours

and bays

past fishermen smocks

now sold in tourist shops

 in Whitby

and Robin Hoods bay.

--
Posted By electroweb to electroweb on 3/15/2008 09:17:00 AM

   I rest my feet in ashes, lay my head on a pile of
   weed
   I sleep but fail to rest, I dream but not and
   nothing is given.
   I crawl though night time howls, the moon turns
   away its light, the stars seem so dim,
   I use the earth as a blanket, I kiss the dead, but
   they turn away also.
   No one likes the forlorn, no one is pleased by the
   meekly cases who drag back the good times to roll
   in the blank spaces left behind.
   I wish I'd wish for someone other than my own
   grave, but I know that I am too weak willed for
   that final gasp,
   So I wallow in the shadows till I can be arsed to
   get up and turn on the light again.

On a rocky face I climbed

on a crag I dined

on cold meat

and leaves

bracken and bird bones

thin marrow

sucked clean

and washed down

by my tongue cupped

in the rain.

 

The stars shined

mother of pearl

on black velvet

as I hung my head

in its softness

 

Harvest moon reap me

rewards, I wonder.

As the last of the

feathers fall

from my mouth.

Blackbird and song thrush

their voices I devoured whole.

 

On a crag I dinned

high above

green grass and wooded

grove

The night is no

place to hide

from the luminous

search

of mine eyes.

The only tell tale sign

is the glint of

my teeth as I

smile.

I tip my head

back and howl

and you'll know me

as I run down your

spine

--
Posted By electroweb to electroweb on 2/13/2008 09:37:00 AM

I'm struggling with this

I'm struggling with that

I walk on diamonds diamonds

crushed diamonds and coal

slip over stone

slowly like moss

I cry lichen

and feel the many

feet of dark caprice

beetles

carrying burdens on their backs.

 

I'm struggling with this

I'm struggling with that

ruby's in my eyes

sparkling emerald eyes

shine darkest green

as they reflect the passing

of my time.

 

I walk on diamonds diamonds

the soles of my feet

bleed moisture

on my path

dirty tracks

through valleys.

 

I'm struggling with this

I'm struggling with that

I taste the river

and yearn for the sea

shells and monkey puzzle jet

scattered as a reminder

before me

before a beach

licked salty

from the sharp tailed whip

of the sea.

 

I'm struggling with this

I'm struggling with that

and cry under my breath

through rock pools

crab traps and old

barnacle bits

I stagger and crash

with the waves

and dip in a

fresh forest of kelp.

 

I'm struggling with this

I'm struggling with that

as the sea kisses clear

the cowl from my

face

Life, fleet like a rabbits foot

dashing across the downs

feather light, barely touching the ground,

a slight ripple

through the air

 marks its passing

 

Fever, fleet like a rabbits foot

dashes down the spine

ripples through the liver

burrows in your spleen,

lost in the warren

of your intestines

a slight ripple

through the air

 marks it passing

 

Death, fleet like a rabbits foot

whispers ear to ear

caught looks hooked

to hook

Fighting moments

thrashing bodies

quick hot and gone

to another

 

Fleet like a rabbits foot

our moments

our moment

Fleet like a rabbits foot

n

gone

Is time like ripe fruit

just right now.

lived,eaten,enjoyed

if taken

straight from the tree,

juice dribbling down

your chin,

experienced there and then

No planning, watching contemplating

missing the opportunity

as it turns sour,

bad to the bite.

Guilt, regret, loss.

The Fruit only stays

ripe in the moment

and for that

Knowledge

paradise was lost,

not temptation

or sin

that was

just reason

for an old

parsons

guilt