Hush cocaine hush
Da people sleep silent
on da sydwalk.
Like da trees in da long
slow snowy winta.
Dirti an twisted
Day ar deed to dis world
Day ar deed to da
freezin winta air.
Day ar dyin.
Slowly goin to da
oda mynd
deyr oda side.
So sleep my children
Hush cocaine hush
Let da people sleep silent.
My fate is sealed
I will die
Run me through
the evil eye
My God is gone
I tell no lie
I challenge destiny
no sleeping dogs will lie
My fate is sealed
I will die
*
I hurt
therefore I am
Coincidence kills
coincidence I damn
Life forced upon me
the battering ram
The lion regretfully ate
the gentle lamb
I hurt
therefore I am
*
The good in others
I seldom see
In him God
it cannot be
Masks of truth
the mortal me
Human animals
hate and glee
The good in others
I seldom see
*
Its my fault
I know
When love comes
when I have to go
So much harvest
so little to sow
The Lord takes his taxes
and leaves me low
Its my fault
I know
*
I ran to you my darling
I run to you my child
I run from lion and lamb
I run to stay wild
Like the horses on the plains
horses that God styled
Horses made of mud and clay
horses made for Christ child
*
Something went dirty
Something went wrong
Deep betrayal
man’s twisted throng
Man’s mind killed God
it didn’t take long
The created white noise
rang the creators funeral gong.
I’m tired of dreaming.
Stars twinkle in the pool.
All my dreams run dry.
I’m the local neighbourhood fool.
I had my good times
in winter evenings cool shade.
Now all I have are memories…
even they’ve begun to fade.
*
If only so much was different.
I watched the children play.
Some things would’ve worked.
So much would’ve been okay.
It’s easy to build towers
from the clouds in my mind.
But a single word
can destroy them I find.
So I’m tired of dreaming
in the softness of day.
All my dreams run dry
none are here to stay.
In the day
tenderly warmed
by the suns rays.
At night
bathed softly
in white silk.
Fed patiently
by soft rains.
It’s a different world behind those buildings, in the narrow private alleys with their human aroma.
The empty buildings and alleys both haunted with articles and subjects.
Things left behind.
Lives abandoned.
Moments and possessions forgotten.
*
This place is haunted.
Because bad things happened here.
Because of freakish events.
Smoldering desires and unfinished business.
It’s haunted because things happened here.
Lives were changed in this alley because they were forced to be.
*
The young girls hair, sheared off and still in a pony tail.
Did she cut it off for disguise?
Was it cut for her?
By the severing of her hair, so to was her past severed from her.
Her ghost floats past, free and laughing.
A miserable life traded for something less harsh.
The things she was forced to do…
Now she gets things for it.
How cool it feels! How free!
The leash of hair cut off.
*
And above the stairs in the doorway.
A fearful, sad and scared ghost.
Was he a guard?
A homeless person with luck enough to find a whole empty building for shelter?
He was assaulted.
His jacket fell to the floor.
He was struck again.
He lost a shoe.
His ghost peeps out from the dark shadows.
White of his eye.
Sneaky movement of a blurred silhouette.
His perfectly good jacket rests in the weather.
His perfectly good shoe rests.
No more miles to cover.
Peaceful and purposeless.
Do only I see the ghosts?
Do I like seeing the ghosts?
Maybe someone needs to see what others can’t.
Without me they wouldn’t exist.
Wouldn’t be honored.
Wouldn’t be remembered.
Toadstool, toadstool
So brown and so tall
awaiting oh so great
a fall.
When you must die
at the end of the day.
Where will your dwarf live
do tell me I pray?
*
He wonders the forest
till the next rain.
Then
and only then
do I come again.
Down in dungeons
deep and dark
Where dragons sleep
on quiet seas of gold
Secret doors to goblin’s treasure
Old scrolls
for wizard’s pleasure
Skeletons of warriors long deceased
Rusty swords and cold walls
Old
but sturdy
Village warriors
gone to challenge and died
Souls lost forever
in a labyrinth
of walls, ghouls
and treasure.
The horrid forewind wails
as it ruffles trees and rattles windows.
Slamming doors in the house.
Black clouds tumble over the sky
as the sigh of the wind and trees increases.
White power slices across the sky as war arises.
Soft rain trickles and drips lightly
then crashes hard and heavy.
White flashes
more silver power.
Gods are at war in the evil veil of cloud.
Thunder sounds as their power streaks down
to mortal man as cracks in the wall
between our two worlds.
The clamour and hiss of their great horses
as they charge along their world’s surface
in the sky.
Then the Gods take their clouds and deeds elsewhere
so as not to harm the innocent mortals below.
Faeries in the forests
in the mystic night-time.
Whisper through the dark leaves.
Show you life’s just a pantomime.
Darkness large
Shadows fall
He visits
Standing tall
I cringe
Skin crawl
Darkness large
Shadows fall
*
He kissed my mind
with image clear
The one I lust
my sweetheart dear
“You can take her
Now, here.”
He kissed my mind
with image clear
*
I love her
yet I lust
I want her flesh
yet I must
Keep my soul
keep her trust
*
I challenge my dark, mystic guest
“I see your suit –
now show me the rest.”
He pauses.
“I am Prince of Fire –
to see me? You must jest!”
I pressed my cause.
He lifted the hood
with beauteous grace
and within
lay my own face.