rocking back and forth/ I felt your faith waver/ would you want to wander down the road of corruption? It's sin/ now within your heart I feel you're beating life into your body/ I depart apart from my body while you watch and haunt me/ and though I'm watching you there's nothing I can do cause souls can't touch souls and world's can't cross worlds. I know you're presence is a gift to all of us and life is short and life is yours to give and take/ we're really fake when tests shake our faith or am I mistaken still? My love, my friend I know you and I love you

upside down dreaming

Watching you waiting for the evening bus that takes you off into the night/ it whisks you away it really does/ it shows you ghosts of the lives of past friends and foes and unravels all your woes/ it chills your bones and froze your toes and nipped your finger tips/ Whips and chains are on the floor and children's faces floating fearlessly above your head/ you look above and see them cry for you/ their tears well up and fall upon your weary head/ you lay back down and go right to bed/ you close your eyes and hear the whispers of the children's souls/ they dance and prance around you but there's nothing you can do/ you lay there motionless and helpless too/ it's just me/ it's just you and you open your eyes and see daylight fall/ during the middle of night/ but it only pours in through your shades and on your house and yard/ you look outside and it's dark all around except for your house, you look up into the midnight sky and see a radiant beam of light from the Heavens bathing your house in sunlight. You turn around and turn to stone and there you stood for a thousand years until...

...on the backs of flying pigs

I view you through my looking glass/ as you ride the backs of flying pigs/ while we wallow low in mud and filth/
I envy you and watch you live the life I want/ we stalk and stare and dream vicariously through your ways/
we see you on the daily tube/ we watch you breath/ we watch you move/ we are the eyes that lurk behind the
cameras facing you/ we make shows and plays and books for you/ and you look down from your pedastol/
bauching at everything that doesn't cater to your specific whims/ the mystery of how I know everything about
you and you don't know that I exist/ I wish I chose a path of fame/ instead I lie in the flames of obscurity
and private living/ out of sight and out of mind and out of my mind I write these lines/ we all just want to matter...

angle light incarnate

equestrians riding their four legged beasts of burden/ dancing prancing/ her mare's face in
fences facing strangers staring/ prodding/ her eye guards protect her from danger/ but sounds
still frighten eve's apple/ her betting name/ she's made many poor and fewer richer still/ constituents of
a fabled fairy tale/ her mane and tail are ways to pay the ferry men/ a gentleman's club of millionaires
do pass by/ yes they do/ and stand in awe at what they see/ cause what they see in her/ they see in you/
a beautiful, graceful money machine/ with a feisty, fighting spirit/ they tried to capture it/ they tried
to purchase it/ that which cannot be bought my friends/ the soul, the winning spirit/ and you're unique
and you've got it/ and I watched it grow and bloom and awestruck every room/ you're you and you're angel light incarnate/

my hero

eccentric views in padded pews/ view the pastor preach the words that work and spin a magic
spell in hearts and vein His name was taken in/ the sin he took up within His wounds/ the moon
has testified to His delight/ reflects the sun's light at night/ we fight to find an answer
in every hidden crevasse in every promiscuous mistress/ we see ourselves as though in mirrors/ bear
the brunt of silent violence that is in our minds/ day in and day out/ we run out of peace and
hope and love and that is when You are my hero

Elegy of you...

My memoir of you/ my wistful muse/ my song for you/ and like rhythmic strophes/
it comes in two's/ strophic distich/ I miss your expression/ i miss your
pitch/ I bask in the arsis of your irrecoverable paroxysms/ of erratic
song and laughter/ it's your love I'm after/ and how do I feel so obsolete/
so peculiar and incomplete/ how can I compete with your successive and irregular
whims/ I'm dreamily nostalgic of your pensive charm/ your epic limerick/
and your words like couplets/ your confabulation pastoral and rythmic/ I miss this
way we used to speak in code/ our idiom enduringly embodied britannic culture/
and now that you're gone/ my elegy of you imbues your carpe diem restrained
to classicism/ here lies the one I loved/ my epitaph/ my epithalamium for our
afterlife/ my ode to the one I once loved/ I grip our romanticism with kid gloves/
it's an epic utterance of a love that once was/now shattered...

Post Apocalyptic Silence

The angels fighting/ flailing/ wailing loudly against each other en mass/ in anger, fear and filth/ a fifth of earth is covered in embers falling/ like gray snow gliding, floating slowly/ upon the heads of angels turned to stone/ stuck staring into the midnight sky/ forever/ I wonder why I am the last to stand again/ and here I am the thinker/ writing words no one would care to read/ nor understand/ and life/ a tragic course/ and this heart of mine has turned to iron/ I bathe in melancholy/ I feel my tears/ devoid of meaning if no one is there to see them fall/ I've tried to end my life a thousand ways and every day I wake up at Your ocean's shore/ the waves crashing/ a whales thrashing/ the surf bashing abandoned ships into rocky harbors/ My God, my Father/ why am I here? and as always, ...silence is my answer