Well

Well is just too fine a word to put down here for you. For well can be mistaken for being and nothing more. I don't mind feeling well as opposed to feeling un. But when It comes to seeing that word I would not choose. So well can be so boring when words are all I mould. But words aren't what I'm feeling, and words can't know my soul. In the end well will have have to stay here as evidence of my efforts. For loving you is living and I've only time for that.

The Tree That Grew Inside

Haunting words of relish dangle inches from the door, and even though I love the price of Hamsters I will never hire two on a Thursday, the jingling and clanging of marshmallows can be heard for days around, surely with this umbrella I could cook for Captains and Industry. My words used to mean nothing before the Internet shot me up, no paragraphs without sentences can guarantee nothing more. The chance to bet on Gophers and to hang the right way down can never be distinguished between three rocks and a soft place. Know that nothing's clever nor that ticks mean somethings right. My Trees they grow in lounges and still I cannot smile

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Is It Comfort?

The Nightscapes that bleed through my walls as I slumber The terrors that shift under the pillow whilst I tumble To sleep, perchance to shiver as the horror grips my eyes tight to it's fingers To early to awaken and see the moons bright safe shimmers. So I tussle and sweat and feel all of the nights dark visions Knowing safety doesn't lie next to me in shadow The morning no longer sends evil into blinding remission Because you're no longer next to me, why did I let you go?

Snapshot

This house won't wail if we turn the key and leave
And nor will it embrace us if we stay.
This street's a photograph of interchange.
And we're a snapshot.

Pools Of Numb

So many apps and opinions and money worries and barbed compliments and closing doors and closing pubs and opening wounds and iPhones and ipads and iKnow and you don't and I'm right and you're not, nor never where. So many breakdowns and price hikes and prices to pay and good riddance and bad debt and hate mail hate for males and hate for females. So much billboard and bills to pay and so much vitriol leaking into pools of numb. So much noise, so much nothing, so much I'm right, you're wrong so much nothing to give to anyone.

The Right To Ramble

Take me away, orange pool,
Let me flee where flies can't fly.
Let her red sillouhettes and statues
March on by
Take me tonight, 
By the blue candlelight
Waxing lyrical
By my daydreams
That we stored in the cover of night
And which gave us the right
To ramble.

These Days

I'm in a bar
Where little people
Talk the night away
About big society
I don't suppose
They're too cliche.
But an Eric Clapton
Best of plays
In the background
Like a worm
Meant for an apathetic ear
But never found
Lost to the memory
Of 50s diners
These people never had
Nor wanted anyway.

Early Bath

Couldn't
Shouldn't
Wouldn't
Didn't

The dying words of a man who should

It's Only Wednesday

Sunlight through an open door
A new location, the same old me
The blue sky is casting down hope and more
For a new life waiting now I've eyes to see
This doesn't come easily, no golden ticket
A moment or two of life's uncertainties
But to sit here and bask in what's now happening
Makes this old cynic smile when it's raining and go weak at the knees
And even though it's only Wednesday
Just a normal moment in an everyday week
I can't help looking into the sunlight
And hoping this Wednesday is the moment I seek.

In Fool Rushes

Of we all tumble, to the place where realities cry and shadows crumble

In this world so secret we can see what we want and live without regret

These places and faces we spy never truly as we moves on by like a day at the races

Forgetting our graces in a shimmer of pretences

We dream until morning when we return to our senses

Spring Gets Technical

After months of snow and cold and dark
The mornings gets lighter and the sound of the Lark
Greet us with sunshine and the beginnings again
Of creatures just stirring in the woods and the fen
And just as in nature on the land and the sky
As I peer out of the window with a widening eye
I feel a renewal as of one recieving wisdom from above
And for this onrushing season I sense nothing but love

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Amorchacup

I'm not a war
You people
Need to fight.
Trust me,
Your battles
Transcend me.
I'm a person
Without voodoo.
I'm lost without
A me I call you.
And I am no
Elvis Presley
For he was just
A man and I am
Just another man
Writing something
Now watch me
Get all stardumb
And cliche and say.
These are my pictures.

Picture Me Fall

These are my pictures.
These are the things I see.
Here's my forage into my dreams
Beside me is my conscience
Willing me to step back
So that I might see.

This next one is my doubt
Looking handsome, next to my failure.
Smiling, next to me.
They snapped me at the right time.
Just before the crying came.

See the shading,
See my failure
Standing by the tree?
Just behind my shoulder?
That's my envy.

Capture my loss
In a moment
And picture me fall
And picture me fall.

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Down, down and down
I saw your boat sink in the lake.
Stay here my love, stay close.
It's capsizing, and your mind's eye's
Not for bringing up.

Down, down, down
Downdowndown she goes
To her special place.

Don't drive yourself to nowhere
Or distraction, or daydreams, or poetry.
Don't sink in the sound of someone lost.

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Always Here

Through Chaos Calling To All Corners Of The Earth
From Tremendous Death to Terrible Birth
After New Years Hangover and Birthday Makeover
To Seasons Crumbling and Weeds a Tumbling
For All The Horrors and All Of the Love
The Beauty of The Pit and The Vengeance From Above
For the Pity of Celebrity and the Agony of Front Page News
And the Ignorance of Everyone and the Stupid Things We Do
With all of These Moments That make up Our Year
The Tumbleweed Memories Will Always Be Here

Taken Days

Before this now when things are so
A day of mine would never flow
Never go in a route to a place so right
Not always see the daylight because of the night
This is no claim of disappointment for time ill used
Just remembering the way I sang the blues
Before my days were taken.
Before I met you.

Pancakes

I'm writing about pancakes later than I should
That's because at time when writing about pancakes was current
I was eating them.

Pancakes.

Wandering

Even when I'm with you I'm wandering, not wondering.
Not that wandering isn't wondering why.
I'm not wandering to places where you don't go
Just wandering to places you don't yet know.
For in a life as long and varied as this
You often find places you can't believe exist.
And as I wander and wonder what places you know
I want to takes you to marvels i just have to show.
So don't wonder why I wander when I'm here in your arms
I'm just wondering how to wander with you past the stars

In Answer To Who

It's you damn it, it's you.
That's who, yes you.
It's always you, none else would do.
Who else would know, who but you could show
It's you I wish would answer the call.
It's you who picks up after the fall
It's you.

(I apologise if this seems obvious, but sometimes I just worry about whether any one is actually listening to anything)

Who???????????

Would lead when others follow?
Would leave, leaving others to wallow.
Will need what others want.
Will have what no one has
Shall give what others can't
Shall keep though everyone asks.
Could be when you need it
Could do, if only they wanted

Like A Song

I saw you today,
Breezing in and out of daydreams
Breezing out and in.
Like a broken violin.
Like a song, like a song
Like a song we're crying in.

I saw you today,
Fading in and out of picture frames
Fading out and in,
Shorn of a light within.
Like a song, like a song
Like a song we're losers in.

I held you today
In a photograph I keep with me
I keep, I keep with me.
When dreams were running free
Like a song, like a song
Like a song you sang for me.

Thought For The Day

I thought today, about a day I'm sure will come -
I'm gathering grass in the garden, and you're looking on.
I thought today, about how much I love someone.

I thought today, about a day I know will come -
Poring over paints in the parlour, and you looking on.
I thought today, about how much I need someone.

I thought today, about a day I know will come -
Clearing through the keepsakes in the closet, with you looking on.
I thought today about how much I'll miss someone.

Death Before The End

I don't fall to
the tune of the wind
It goes around me

I don't sing to
The sound of the breeze
It blows beyond me.

I don't ride on the Bullet trains
That ferry you from sad to s