Tripping On Shoelaces

How hazy are the walkways
when you look back in your memory?
Can you recall the butterfly bombs
your young feet avoided?
And how about the time we spent
picking forget-me-nots
then kicking them in
As hard as we could?
Do you rememeber them?
Or maybe your new life,
and not your old life?
I remember the forget-me-nots.
You don't remember them?
Or me?
Oh.
Forgive me,
Forget me,
Knots come undone.

Summertime

The Children play in the park, on the beach, in the street, at your feet.

The Sun shines bright, through the day until the depths of twilight.

The cool friendly breeze along the coast and through the trees.

The thought of time well spent getting tanned, lying down in the sand or by a tent.

The taste of ice-cream, chilled water, ten times better now the day has finally gotten hotter.

The beauty of a life so warm and so free.

The realisation that coming from me,

Could be a blog entry that is so twee.

Leisure

(a parody from the perspective of a typical, early 21st Century, career-driven, Westernised male whose 4x4-loving, flat-on-the-suburban-riverside life is thrown into faux chaos by a necessarily unwelcome, strictly temporary encounter with a hard-working, well-meaning, warm-hearted, female and foreign coffee-shop worker, who smiles and tries to see the good in him at the exact time he chooses to consume his thoughts with finding new, damaging ways to insult her)...

What is this life if, without care,
We find the time to point and stare?

The time to make a wedding vow,
then just cheat on her anyhow.

The time to laugh when woods we pass,
The squirrels are consumed by gas.

The time to see in dim daylight,
Streams full of tar, like skies at night.

The time to gurn at Beauty's glance
And mock her feet, how they can't dance:

The time to judge till your mouth can
Condemn her as an also ran.

A great life this if, without care,
We live our lives to point and stare.

Out of the Darkness

We live in a void, a life absent of reason or logic, the darkness is overwhelming, but as it is always there we do not notice it, oblivious to it's devouring of our being.
Then, from the darkness a brilliant all encompassing light, a light that shatters the darkness, pushes it away like a raft on a tideless sea. The light becomes your reason to go on, your reason to see around every corner, to press on.
But all too soon the light dims, moves on to a better place where it can shine forever more, it's then that the darkness creeps back in like an old friend or an unavoidable habit and the memory of the light fades enveloped in the darkness, but not enough that It will never cease to the one reason that we struggle through the pit for even the smallest glimpse of the light that changes your day, your life, your soul.

The Rain

I can hear the rain,
It's on its way,
if not tomorrow,
then today.
The town's coolers are billowing hard,
Pumping pollution.
The fog's coming down
To the rain on the pavement
That's raping pathways
and falling down drains
with beating disdain...

There's a girl, there's a girl, there's a girl,
There's a girl, there's a girl, there's a girl,
There's a girl, there's a girl, there's a girl,
Who's lovely, and lovely, and lovely,
and lonely today.
And somewhere, and somewhere, and somewhere,
And somewhere, and somewhere,
And somewhere,
and somewhere, and somewhere, and somehow
she's sending the rain.

I can hear the rain,
Gate-crashing weddings,
If not tomorrow,
then today,
This town's a river, washing away
and drowning solutions,
And night's coming down
On the steps of the staircase
Flooding the doorways
And fucking my feelings...

Is a girl, is a girl, is a girl,
is a girl, is a girl, is a girl,
is a girl, is a girl, is a girl,
Who's lovely, and lovely, and lovely
and lonely today,
And somewhere, and somewhere, and somewhere,
And somewhere, and somewhere,
And somewhere,
and somewhere, and somewhere and somehow
she's sending the rain.

The Spiral

For Stairmaster D. "The sun will shine again, Dude".