Every Place I've ever been

every person I've seen

every kiss I've ever felt

it all remains

the hidden back drop

to my daily scene

haunts my dreams

passes like shadow

on a sunny day

 

Don't you see it all remains

nothing in your life ever leaves

you may think it's forgotten

but all our memories are indelible

printed till the end

of your time

 

Every time, all the time

through my dreams

seen clearly on a busy high street

all across me like indigo tattoos

can't you see here's your name

above my heart on my chest

as clear as your eyes

at least as I remember

 

Every place I've ever been

every person I've ever seen

every kiss I've ever felt

it all remains, all so fucking real

so deeply felt

every day every place

every time every shame

all the smile eco's with

laughter round and round

rattling my mind late

and early all the trust

and deception on the tip

of a sharp daggered tongue

 

All remains till I'm good and gone

I'll leave my body, but I'll take this beyond

were money don't shine

 

Every place I've ever been

every person I've ever seen

every kiss I've ever felt

worth more than all the gold

dazzles more than the diamonds

ricer than all the rubies

worth more than a big house on a hill

 

Simply put it's all I am

and in there I remember you.

 

I lit a candle for Jesus

and he whispered your name

I said I ain't looking to be saved

he smiled and said I'd fired the flame

and he showed me your right eye

Green like the sea that St Patrick drove all the serpents into

As green as all the envy in the world

As green as the grass on the other side

 

I said I ain't looking for that

Jesus said your eyes see what's to be seen

 whether you wish to or not

And he showed me your heart

a heart as red as mine

Red blood red

as red as the devils eyes

as red as the holly berry

and they say that's a holy bush

 

It's not what I came for

No none of this is what I reached here for

Look I said there's nothing

on the tip of my tongue

nothing waiting

nothing to be hung

no rope to be pulled

no gallows to be swung

no nail to be hammered home

no cross to be raised

no hill to be topped

ain't nothing to stop

nothing to drop

nothing to drive me to my knees

Jesus just smiled

and said ain't me praying

and he blew me a kiss of change

 

And I know that it ain't all true what my mind says

That it ain't always come to pass

what my heart desires

So I slip a ring into the hearth

and I lay my head in a purple night sky

constellations of stars leap out of my left eye

and maybe I did light the flame

maybe I do stand here now

maybe I am responsible for my actions

my actions form a man out of Eden

not blind but with eyes that see

things I may try to hide

But are there all the same

and remain without shame for we are

all kissed with change.

 

 

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Posted By electroweb to electroweb on 5/08/2009 06:05:00 AM

I got three heads a talking

to me all at once,

and ain't no one voice is clear

all say something with a different sound,

all singing different hymns

all wanting something

all wanting me to reach their

own conclusion.

 

Concussion would help me to rest

 

I see clearly over hills round

the built up crown I wear.

In a city run at night by Desires

and moneys changing hands

as souls fall the gaps

all wild with the ace in the hand

 

Triple heads singing me to the rocks

and cracking my skull.

Twilight dances, as devils smile

and devils kiss.

I said I didn't want to as I did

As I do

 

Yellow round the pupils

I hear you wheeze

Yet still you pull deeply of smoke

And brown is your bed I leave

with foil for foot wear

Crackling as I step

 

Three heads singing different hymns

All out of rhyme

all out of tune

and hands spin from midnight to midnight

I hang from time

by my rattled spine

 

Ahhh I could have sworn I had the next dance

Was sure I held the ace card

But I awake to my pockets picked

riding round and round

Three heads laughing

As my eyes continue to fade

And dawn begins to rise

As my body winds down

As my heart slowed to a single beat

the bus turns into Trafalgar sq

I turn off the page

 

Three heads are a sleeping

and I've quit breathing

as St Martins in the fields

rings my goodbye.

 

 

 

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Posted By electroweb to electroweb on 5/08/2009 04:35:00 AM

Remember me in the

rustle of the leaves

in the sway of the tree

in a gentle breeze.

Recognise me as a

single tree

 raising its branches high

with grace and understanding

of the earth and sky.