Penguins

My words are a flock of penguins;
Peaceful and nice to be around,
Each letter's a feather
And they huddle together
But they still cannot leave the ground.

The Race

You're running fast, I'm running faster,
Running through air to become the master.

I duck and weave, you split a cloud,
The race leader wears a golden shroud.

You spiral left, I dive to the right,
Fighting the wind with all our might.

I see a dragon, you see it too,
It rises above us, eclipsing the view.

You rise to meet it, I stay below,
The monitor cries out 'not long to go!'

I see the flame, you feel the heat,
The dragon's fire burns your feet.

You return down, I strive to advance,
The race leader does a circle dance.

I pass the line, you come soon after,
We finished 2nd and 3rd to the sound of laughter.

You look upset, I feel let-down,
The race winner is ordaned with his crown.

In The Dark

Sittin' in the dark, I'm so alone,
Nobody calls on the telephone,
It's so useless to me now.

Sittin' in the dark, can't take these lonely nights,
Won't someone please turn on the lights,
They're so far out of my reach.

Sittin' in the dark, I dreamt I died,
Kinda strange that I dreamt I died,
Cos don't you know I'm dead inside.

Red

Suspended on a gossamer wire,
I held on tight and looked up at the fire,
The clouds were rising higher and higher,
And as I descended into the mire,
I watched the sun burn the sky into a blanket of ash.

Archon

The Behemoth stirs;

His steps laboured, the time worn limbs
Creak with the rust of a thousand showers,
Left out in the rain for a thousand hours.

Power surges through him,
Stealing kindness before my eyes,
He enters the battle with designs to my demise.

Tooth and nail, the fight is hard,
Blows traded, pain and fatigue run through
Us as we fade- dance to victory but it breaks in two.

Running free and built to last,
Sleek and strong, I move fast, faster
Than he can fathom, my motion only seen after.

I leap upward, the end is nigh,
Stretch the carcass, Crucify.

The Behemoth falls;

Defeated.

Today

Sky is greyish,
Sky is greyish and kinda blue,
Sky is greyish,
We don't talk like we used to do.

Leaves are falling,
Leaves are falling from a tree,
Leaves are falling,
You are falling away from me.

Wind is blowing,
Wind is blowing through the air,
Wind is blowing,
And I don't think you really care.

Clouds are rolling,
Clouds are rolling in the sky,
Clouds are rolling,
You make me want to fucking die.

#000000

I just can't or
Just couldn't
But I don't
Maybe some
One doesn't
Believe in
Anything.

Please help me

Stuttering, I am struggling
To make myself heard
Between my depressing
Thoughts and attempts to
Draw breath.

Please help

It feels like I'm waiting
For something that
May never arrive but
Could have already
Passed me by.

Please

Pretty Girl

Time is still when
Looking at a pretty
Girl. You'll have a
Dream; a fantasy
As fleeting as the
Wind, but just as
Real.

Then of course
She approaches
Her boyfriend.
Sod's law, that.

Crowded Foyer

All alone in a crowded foyer.

Bustling to and fro,
Or simply lounging and
Reading the paper;
All the troubles of today.

Girl sits opposite me,
Drinks coffee and eats
Crisps. There's a pack of
Baccy too, have a smoke.

She says "hi" to some
Friends, and a man
Walks through in a
Bright yellow jacket.

There's a woman who
Looks like Ann, but
It's not her; Ann was
Much prettier than that.

Girl rolls a fag whilst
Talking on mobile. Now
She's talking to someone.
Now she's left with him.

All alone in a crowded foyer.

Three-Month Window

I

I kissed you the other day,
By the river that bends at
The tall pear tree. I kissed you
And felt alive for the first time.

I watched you live and
Love whoever you want-
-ed. And I watched as this
Slowly killed you from inside.

II

Months pass like years as
The leaves turn a mouldy brown
And fall from trees. Gathering
At our feet where they
Engage in disinformation.

You died on a cold Thursday
In November; In the park but
Frail and weak, the biting wind
Took you. I'll never forget that kiss;
It's my only memory of you.

III

Suffocating myself on the
Ashes of yesterday's baptism.
Fire consumes my lungs and I'm
Trying to remember how it feels to breathe without pain.

Night Sky

Laying;
Head against my pillow,
I watch as dark clouds of the blackest ink
Roll across the moonlit sky.

Intertwining;
The ink clouds stretch and twist,
Forming grotesque abstractions that
Will terrorise my mind later.

Shining;
From behind the clouds, the moon
Tears through the ink and assaults the
Cornea with pinpoint precision.

Squinting;
I turn away and suffocate myself
Until I have suffered enough, then I decide
I should probably take a walk.

Walking;
Down cobbled streets where
Old men cooked pies during the waking
Hours, time was seemingly standing still.

Breathing;
Softly as the sand I stepped on,
Forever leaving my mark on the earth but
Only for a short while.

Coughing;
Sea air fills my lungs and I'm
Not used to anything like it, however I
pull my collar up and breath slower.

Watching;
Ink rolls over water and I feel
Like I'm in school again, the innocence
Of youth is recaptured for an instant.

Dreaming;
That you were here. Sublime as
I feel alone, your hand in mine would
Warm my heart, and hand.

Train To Nowhere

On a train to nowhere,
Been goin' for twenty-one years,
Some say that I'll get there
When the dark clouds clear.

I've had my problems,
I've had more than my share,
So I tried to get past them,
But my friends weren't there.

So it wasn't that simple,
And It's not so easy,
Because I'm not that great,
Why don't they believe me?

The downward spiral,
Takes the train to hell,
Where I toss my last penny,
Into a wishing well.

Now what I wished for,
I can't say out loud,
But here's a hint for you,
It's written in the clouds.

But as we emerge,
Onto the surface again,
I see the clouds still there,
I just won't reach the end.

On a train to nowhere,
My skin starts to peel.
I'm killing myself,
Just to see how it feels.

Death of Innocence

Witness the death of Jesus
In Churches and on Cable,
The only solution is
To let Mary rape Abel.

Rampant as sex and
Death in everyday life, the
End of the world is
Closer than it seems. So
The wiseman predicts that
Judgement shall befall
Us, but he's so full of shit 'coz
There's no God at all.

'Trust in me my child
And you I shall deliver,
I'll break your face open
And drown you in the river.'

The stench of decay is
Rising like dead dust
In the tombs of the children,
I'll drown you with my bust-
-ing spots til I bleed,
I'll tear at my face and
Scratch out both my eyes,
So I don't have to face you.

But madness persists
While I watch you through moonlight,
I killed all your family
Just to be with you for this night,
But your porcelain skin
Has cracked at the wrists,
They're as dry as a bone,
Drained by the crimson kiss.

'Trust in me my child
And you I shall deliver,
I'll break your face open
And drown you in the river.'

Choking on yesterday,
I'll spit out tomorrow,
Our lives are a gift but
All we do is borrow, 'coz
The life of the dead is
More alive than the living,
We're raping the mother
And she still keeps on giving.

We're killing the bitch and
We don't stop to think why,
Rape her and beat her and
Fuck her 'til she dies,
We're above her and
We're above her son,
Why should I apologise?
I make life when I come.

'Trust in me my child
And you I shall deliver,
I'll break your face open
And drown you in the river.'

There's a blind sheep devouring
A girl that is growing,
She screams out real loud
To let us know where she's going,
But we're too obsessed with
The mountain of young boys,
Drowning in the cesspit
Created by their toys.

Witness the death of innocence
In backlots and trailers,
The only solution is
To kill all the failures.

Dream Number Fifteen

I was livin' in a town called Silence,
On Thursday there was an act of violence,
Mister Robinson butchered his dear 'ol wife,
After killin' over half the province.

Now naturally people were curious
As to what went down that day,
So they broke into the mortuary
To see her body so they'd say.

But I knew they were up to no good
So I decided to foil their plan,
I stood in their way with a baseball bat,
And I watched 'em as they ran.

On Sunday they held the funeral,
And everyone was dressed in black,
Except for Katherine Hepburn, well
She was wearin' a burlap sack.

After the church service,
With everybody weepin' as they should,
They drove the coffin to the helicopter
To fly her off for good.

But I wanted to say my last goodbye
So I went on up the hill,
When I got the top I couldn't believe what I saw:
Jimmy Stewart lookin' ready to kill.

Now I said 'hold on a second'
But Jimmy lunged at me anyway,
He was swingin' that axe like a maniac,
So naturally I turned and ran away.

But Jimmy didn't give up the chase,
He ran right on after me,
Straight down the hill onto a grassy knoll,
The man was crazy as can be.

We ran across the street and
I was dodgin' cars like a game of frogger,
But I bumped into my mom, and she said with alarm
'how come you don't have a job, huh?"

Well I didn't have time to answer,
Coz Jimmy's axe smashed into the hood,
So I smiled and ran, while he cursed and sang
That crazy song, Clint Eastwood.

But I got no sunshine in my bag,
Not feelin' too happy right now at all,
Nevertheless, even though I look a mess,
I ran into the parking lot of the mall.

Bobbin' and weavin' through the parked cars,
Tryin' not to look at the girls in skirts,
I bumped into a pimp and he showed me a Nurse,
She said 'show me where it hurts...'

Now as you can imagine this was mighty tempting,
But once again I was forced to flee,
By Jimmy “the madman” Stewart
And the axe that he carries.

So I ran outta the side of the mall,
Across the street, and over a dam,
I was in a spillway and for no real reason
I shouted 'Hasta La Vista, Man!'

In hindsight that was stupid,
Coz down into the spillway Jimmy came,
So I started runnin’ again, while the whole while,
Holdin' my hands and prayin' for rain.

Sure enough "the man" delivered,
But it wasn't rain no, it was hail,
My ears were bitin' and my nose went red,
And my legs were hurtin' like hell.

Now I knew that I'd soon fall,
So I took a chance and jumped under a bridge,
Pullin' myself up I hid a crevice,
I hoped it'd work, and I tell ya it did.

Jimmy just ran right on by,
Rantin' and ravin' like the loon he is,
So I jumped on down, then went back into town
To meet that Nurse, and get me a kiss.

I

Sometimes you have to sit
And wonder,
And then be forced to admit
Your blunder.

Standing on the edge of it
I looked across its endlessness
And thought to myself, shit,
That's deep.

II

I have a friend.
He once saw a rainbow-winged dragonfly.
I am envious.

III

I am not the foreign man
Lost in the foreign lands,
My face being scorched by burning sand.

This is neither existensial
Nor is it self-referencial,
Well it may be, but that's coincidental.

Of course, I'm probably lying.

But times are getting hard
Times are getting
Times

Saturday Morning Blues

I don't know what I've been told,
But 21 ain't really that old,
Yet people act like I'm some great wise
man.

I remember back in '95,
It felt so damn good to be alive,
I'd spend my days hangin' out in the
park.

I wish I had some real talent,
Like Cat Stevens or Jimi Hendrix,
Or one of them other guys who can sing or play
guitar.

Hell that last line don't even rhyme,
I think I'm just doin' this to pass the time,
Or maybe there's a deeper purpose to it all
really.

After a bit of introspection,
It's clear I'm headin' in the wrong direction,
Or maybe I'm going the right way and my head's just screwed on
backwards.

Coherence

"Perfection of truth and of reality has in the end the same character"

I gazed into the night sky
With childlike innocence
And a twinkle in my eye.

How many stars,
There's oh so many stars.
But which is which?
I asked cousin Lars.

He shrugged.
Idiot. This boy was 2 years
My senior and knew nothing
About anything.

Regardless. I returned
My gaze to the sparkling
Show in the sky
But my attention
Was taken by my
David Beckham Trading Cards.

It was there that
I saw the stars.
Then over on
My bike's handlebars.
And on Mum's
Old flower vase.
Even on the face
Of cousin Lars!

This may not make sense.
But that is not my fault.