All sing along
It’s my country song
Late in fat moon
Lights a stream of bright
Here’s a heart warmed place
Rich in history
Sweet in sound
Swell with hearts sweet pound
You’re my hearts hot fire
Music drawn by wire
Here in this sweet tune
Leaves the beat
For love to pour
Remember when you were lightening,
in the dark so wholly frightening.
You were the free one, so fantastic,
Wise as Thales, deep with magic
You escaped the demon slaying:
You escaped the holy, praying:
And you escaped a mind,
I followed footsteps in the twilight:
I called to others to save your limelight.
Yet in the morn’ you’d lost the sunlight!
I summoned voices to save your last night…
I knew you could, you would, return –
Your name would once again
The throats of others burn.
We could’ve lived on forever
Although I pleaded, you claimed never,
Days would come when I’d know fever
Bear this heat (with you, survivor).
Our web of lies will not be forgotten
Another fable of the truly rotten
This high-hyped-pyre, this treaty written
Large of sound, yet lite on wisdom
Echoes of your grand lightening
Once in the dark, so wholly frightening.
You seemed the free one:
Was just my minds burst –
- this is an edited version of poem originally posted in summer of 2015.
Just before he sleeps abed
He sings the tunes played in his head
These minute rhymes and dainty songs
Are his to sing, to hum alone
As noises all about are blocked
The sounds heard here are safely locked
Within the passages of his mind
And so they stay: Regressed in time.
Tears drop hotly from cheeks
They run down
Dry before they reach the ground
A store of tears built up o’er weeks
Dressed in coats dragged fresh from the streets
Reveal a heart so rare
Cold golden heart mired in defeats
Through windows high in walls
Open to sky
The saddest song drifts by
On cold hearts sits the saddest song of all.
Play it slow; wake me when it’s over.
Feel the music lift you, love a supernova.
Sleep is quiet.
Sleep is quiet when I’m with you.
Faking love: Push me I roll over,
feel so warm inside – join me in a Rover.
Floating past, gone further than ever.
Quiet, dark, solitude.
Now the moments over.
Standing still, dreaming that I’m with you.
Now the feeling’s over.
Rivers of rooftops flow
Drowning out windows
with clouds from below.
Down where the noise and malevolence grow!
Whilst daily you claw at your dreams:
every thought you believe.
I keep seeing your face –
hearing your succulent tongue lick your breath –
as anonymous people take place.
Stealing a memory
of what your love left.
Last time in those pretty eyes
where your lust lay
behind cried spies
I sought fame
and found your breast
where rested head
these thoughts forget
Here the sun breaks bleak thru days
blown clouds fly free
float forms which ‘maze.
This last enchantment
seeks your gaze
though all are blinded
This single psalm is sung by tune
in pretty lanes
though winds and rain
fight for small sounds
their crash is quieted
when you frown