Sleepwalking,
Eavesdropping-
Move on by
Keep talking,
Eyes moving,
Come on in.
Still standing,
Crash landing,
Cannot fly
Find something
Gone missing,
Now and then.
Outside the fires are burning bright
On an afternoon that came too soon,
From the settled shade of an Autumn world,
Under angry sky or jealous moon
uncurled
Across the burnt out fields and blackened lands,
Among the evergreens and the shifting sands,
in the hollow dreams and their rash demands,
We come
To where the enemy is posing as a friend
To where the start line feels more like an end.
Along the charred bare coast we climb the rocks,
Throw off our shoes and wear through our socks
Our skin it blisters while the camera mocks
Our taste
Into the ragged surf thrown from a sulking sea
Into the tidal surge and on the count of three
Down on the ocean floor we find the land we leave
To waste
And then the faces that we keep fall from our grip,
And the lives we try to lead start to slide and slip.
From an island shore to a wooded glade
See the seabirds soar while the sunlight fades
Count the tangled steps that our feet have made
In the mud.
From a mountain side in a mystic breeze
See an eagle glide on a Godly sneeze
On a winter’s night I would gladly freeze
To you
And on the TV scene they try to fix us from within
Till we’re fit and mean and can take it on the chin.
And it sounds so pale and it seems so thin,
And the chances of it all are slim
They are coming it is closing in,
Lets move
can we outrun the grip of the darkest night
Can we invent a place that holds still our light
Turn this melting fire to some frozen ice,
Turn bright
I guess the time must come for us to pack our glow
I guess we cannot learn more than we think we know.
I know we grab the snippets as they rain our way
To some windless endpoints where no one can stay.
I guess the mystery of broken dreams survives
To which I can make no distinct reply.
I have no magic to contain our stormy weather
No chance or choice to stop the season’s offer.
They've moved out and I'm still here
Another look at empty rooms left waiting
I see you leaving and you see me fade away
It’s not the distance it’s the gaps we’re making
It’s not the distance it’s the lies in the things we say
Don’t know if it’s true, you’re better off without.
I can see right through, you’re close enough to shout.
I never meant to miss you when you’re not about.
The light is changing every day, i’m wheeling.
Such simple words can take away the feeling
And every answer still escapes me now,
it’s just a question of getting some meaning out.
You have to get real about your love and your remarks
You have to reach out to pull yourself back from the dark
For just a second, spare just a second (spark).
You can’t go back, can’t retrace your past,
But looking forward there’s a space here for your heart.
The world is filling up too fast for us to turn,
From our grasp it’s falling and we can’t just run.
I got it so bad that when it comes it breaks me up
And fills my head with endless kinds of sorry stuff
I haven’t noticed, you hadn’t noticed us.
I play a role that I feel is crude,
I’m getting older and have yet to make a mark.
I have a hunger but it’s not for food-
I’m trying to find another way to bite my bark.
It’s new to me, I didn’t think i’d feel this doubt.
New to be so lost, I don’t know what it’s all about.
I need to get out, I need to get it (out)…
I have a following they keep me up to date,
I have a longing for the things you love to hate.
So very easy- let my head get out of tune.
So many moments that are out of sight too soon.
You’re going nowhere, want to follow there
I haven’t stopped to rest, and i do not care
Go get it off your chest, see if you still dare,
Go get it off your chest, see if you will play fair…
The No Epiphanies Bandwagon (humble drums)
The No Epiphanies Bandwagon is grating on the ear
And the Lost Articulate Abominables Collection is too far away to hear
While the Belated Reasonable retraction anomalies sit further to the rear
Hurrumph!
The clearing of clogged throats must continue anon.
The clanging of humble drums must hit you and run.
Keep us in mind, when you go inside,
We will be waiting, but not forever…
Keep us in mind, when you go inside,
When retreating, we’ll go together.
Bah!
The force of friction heats the coming fix,
Melts emotions kneaded in the mix.
I stand alone on edges just to think,
But in the soft I soon begin to sink.
And high above a sulking sky persists,
So sudden solid left behind and last-
Rooted there I lie and shake my fists,
Erratic chase eroded far too fast.
You are spending too much time indoors my friend,
Where shadows creeping deeper cast their shade-
The light of day will pass you by and end,
Inside the stale remains all love will fade.
Humbug!
The No Epiphanies Bandwagon is chuckling where it waits,
Abondon hope all ye who mock in vain.
The last approaching runner races late,
These boats of yours will not hold back the rain.
Inert Chaos seeks new keywords
Something-
Particles and their anti’s locked in existential war
Nothing-
Boiling emptiness snapping in and out of being
Something-
From a distance seems the signals beemed alive
How does it begin?
Ideas, restrained and hamstrung,
Tied to the starting blocks,
Mindful of false dawns and previous failures
Now moving till the motion locks,
Force applied and in its equal opposed,
Force frozen- will and power deposed.
Now, the ticking of the clocks.
And where does it go?
A thousand welcomes in that half-smile,
No entreaties or paperwork- but fleshy cogs are whirring
In the silence our buzzing brains stirring,
Stay or go, say or know, halting in the flow,
Currents confused combining so slow,
A formal state of blurring
But what does that mean?
It means a little and a lot,
what you have you have not,
The mere mention of their vapour trails sets them free,
The following of their paths fails and lets them flee,
Passing over pressing brittle flower petals, or
pressing closer precious instant metals,
closer still the soft edges of a hungry pause,
refuge from the alloy’s flaws.
I’m not convinced…
Nothing
Particles and articles in plays on words
Something
Memes of meaning whipped across the world
Nothing
Future dreams sucked back into the fossils of the curled
Fit to flatline
flatline flatline
everybody’s lost time
flatline fast crime
find fault- all mine
now repeat after me
what a shock it was
no respect left to see
and don’t ask because
spent kids, spent kids,
can’t you pay the rent kids
smashed lids low bids
can’t expect the best ends
now you see what I say
what a thing to go do
making summer from hay
and lies that are true
word up word up
you can’t just make the words work
lost rules last fools
left behind in fine murk
Strings attached- Every damn thing is hooked up…
Strings attached and knotted
Tentacles entangled tied
Ropes and rigging assembled
Hidden networks bind
Simple things no longer live
The chains whip out and lock
I thought I had much more to give
Than take back what I mock
Barbed hook baited easy
Tiredness taking hold
Rest up soft and breezy
Caught in mesh and mould.
Strings attached extenteded
Creepers on a vine
Not aimed or ill intended
Just tripwires on the line
Wires connect the moment’s ebb
Fibres in the flow
Virations in a spider’s web
A sticky place to go.
Note to self: Note to self! (Life is a form of entertainment)
the instructions are buffered
he noted we muttered–
we are tourists in our own lives,
and passing through with parsing eyes,
already out of date.
We were best before–
We are best before,
the instructions are stored,
and we are to others,
to ourselves.
Memory corrupted,
The endgame erupted,
Without noise or moment,
Into it, catapulted
In the distance dismembered
some beginning remembered
Heartache kept fresh
Alive and uncensored
The instructions are insane
To keep the beauty mundane
And the weight of the willing,
On the wane
What goes up and must come down
Leave the world and hang around
Avoid the pressure of plotlines in pipe dreams
There’s drama in the lost and found,
Drama when we hit the ground,
Drama in the leaving.
The Smell of Fish
Oily edged liquidy sickness.
Cold fingers holding gut,
Coiling a knot and not knowing it.
Not knowing it,
Not knowing anything
Instant Education in remission
Value multiplied by time
Meaning and significance,
Laid side by side in brine…
Mottos and metaphors melt,
Into muck and the melody
The smell of fish and cold fingers
Peering into deeper water brother.
Scales peeling off, shed for good,
Drowned in the air under the floorboards,
Boat rocking and sloshing around,
gurgling choices make their sound
Meet you sometime- you name the place.
the thorn on my side is a selfish grace,
A greedy pain aimed forwards, a guilty pain aimed back,
It ain’t no race, no race, no race.
Brump
crunch it up and throw it out
where it is when you’re not about
driving home and i’m driving on
with a head of air in sand
Buried there by my own hand
Tear it off and burn it down
Why it still smokes when you’re not around
Smiling face in the darkest place
With the edge of night coming fast
Hedge your fist of bets to last
Break it down and take it in
When it goes off I see you spin
Heavy heart holds fears apart
And the break of dusty dawn
Will never take so long
Self destruct and think about it
Distract the centre with
Images of events spent
Pushing stones uphill
With open wounded skill
Round in circles day to day
Forget the world’s greater display
Mentions of moments laid to rest
Spaces between pauses lean
Against the flow that has always been.
Keep it coming
Trundling a bundle on,
Pushing the covered wagon
Feet dragging, toes digging into the earth.
The sun obscured and hidden
Dry throat rasping in the parched air
Music retreats in the distance
Fumbling the simple things
Staying distant and affected
Mind sagging, flows right into the worth
Recapture the fading flame
Burn it bright and throw it away
Set alight the paper dreams,
Not much, not much, nothing doing, not as such,
Time to feel the physical world, the sharp edge of pain push,
lean against the tense coil of mental toil,
quieten the restless sea of mental boil
I go over, I come back
The country in a rack,
Our money drained away,
The grey corporate giants sway,
Suited and panicing,
Sinkholes, thinkholes, black holes stammering,
Confused bedlam breaking the austere ranks,
Set them to flame on the tide! We do not trust their kind!
But that is change,
that is progress.
Surely a more spiritual truth awaits,
If only it could be controlled,
Or can only a personal nothingness make sense…
The pillars of the boom, now shadows in a gloom…
Just when we were getting used to it to…
The commentators adrift
Prognosis skipped
Expectations guiding the realization,
Seeing what must be there,
the sharp eye can shape what it sees.
Blunk… (Blog+Junk)
contact,
no contact-
slip away
counting,
no counting-
not today
closer,
no closer-
giving way
trying,
not trying-
hard to say
packed bags
picking scabs
stood too still to stay
the past chimes
with future crimes
built from the same foray
echos, ripples, rivers, givers
words sunk between the current
life amuk arise good luck
the tide will ride the torrent
reflection,
no reflection-
it’s a sign
symbolic,
so symbolic-
of the time
thinking,
no more thinking-
no more mine
acting,
reinacting-
in the mind
swinging off the stars
breaking keys in locks
hanging from the bars
never sees but mocks
(resting with the rocks?)
swearing at the crowds
lurking on the street
lying on the ground
Harbour severed beat
easy,
far too easy-
to give in
harder,
so much harder-
to know when
softly,
slipping sofly-
to the kill
empty,
mostly empty-
for the fill
More of the Same
===V1===
they say that things change with time
but I just keep changing my mind
baby please don’t always keep what you find
the world’s deep but we’re falling behind
I hear age teaches a lesson,
I’m repeating some old childhood rhyme
So the touch of your skin does not suck me in
So the sight of your face does not burn
===Chorus===
Here we are, so it goes
The time skips when it flows
I been scheming and dreaming,
between the walls and the ceiling,
we are open we are broken we are closed…
===V2===
don’t claim that there’s nothing to say now
don’t throw off your grasp on today
We are living this show, and will get there I know
once we loosen these feet from the clay
Well the past keeps on driving us forward,
While these actions are throwing us back.
And the circles we trace are an unfolding maze
of patterns that are shaping our track
==Chorus===
===V3===
Now profound is a soul-searching concept
That builds us up high from a low.
To marvel at all of the meaning of moving
And say that it just goes to show
See the road where it winds in the darkness
And the river bent back in the ground
You can hear it flow near and then slow dissapear
In the clear there is noone around
===Chorus===
===Possible Chorus Extension===
We are kneeling and leaning,
To hang on to meaning
You are drifting I’m distant, at arms length entangled,
There are gaps in the stories and tales
We are borrowed and lending
Our Loose edges bending
Our shapes to make haste and get on with the mending
Of our children in the humdrum from the yards that are fulsome
To win out while we wait out what fails.
Live and Learn
Reality crunchin downwards,
Spitting shards strike pure.
Sudden-stop momentum,
Heart now moved for sure.
Motion burned in anger,
Vented in vacant space.
Twisted waiting danger,
Resltess smiling face
Instinct taking over,
Trust suspended low.
The self withheld and sober,
The self, at speed, to go.
No meaning preaching feeling,
No mission reaching out.
Drums beating at the wheeling,
Abandon face about
Dreamin…
An attempt at a traditional ballad. The speaker is wondering how he managed to dream away his life and let love and friendship languish… when he was young he dreamed of the future, then he tried to forget his distracted ways and get on with life. Now, his dreams are plagued by the past and by what he has lost or failed to grasp. He fights to control a swell of ideas: of himself, of time, and of mortality.
oh woe is me my story told
I missed my chance and now grow old
A wilting weed with bog-deep roots
Sat stony cold and dreaming
I cast my eyes to ages gone
When days were clear and time was young
And blind to age and pain and dumb
Stood boldly strong and dreaming
Oh it passed before I grapped its tail
It skipped me by and made to sail
Too busy I to chase the gale
Too busy for my dreaming
And my friends took to life with sense
Kept all their wits about them
While sleepless I stayed up to stop
My head from goin a dreaming
But softly it came over me
Her footsteps leaving over sea
And sadness went back home with me
To perforate my dreaming
I’ll drink my sup and have my say
For tomorrow is another day
I’ll argue with the stony clay
And fall into my dreaming
I’ll say once more to clear the air
That time has stolen all my share
A love I left with foolish care
I see only when dreaming
Rutstuky
Capo 4th fret
G Am C D
Haven’t you heard?
They’re taking pictures of your mind
Haven’t you learned?
It’s getting far too dark to find
Simple and straight,
Soft spoken silence leaves it late
Stand up and turn
Her shadow fading from the world
Turn to the sky,
Turn upside down and inside out and
Ask yourself why
Till questions flame and burn you up and
………………….
Over the top and push right through,
I can’t see the world the way I used to do
Getting it right,
Follow fickle dreams till life is out of sight
Breaking the mould, take out the guts shape what you have found
Forsaking the old, keeping awake to turn the levers round…
To face the future now
To face the future now
………………………..
Were you not told?
That somewhere out there in the sand there’s gold
Worth a good fight
What interesting features in the night.
You came and you went
A tide of feelings whipped in by the wind
Now calm in the air
Cannot hide the thunder looming there
Turn to the sky
Express your sentiment and yearn to fly
Childish and cruel,
Begin again to play the patient fool.
My face is a mess,
My symmetry is losing what is left
Broken and bought
Bent out of shape by gravity and thought
Life is a guess
Random number generator test
Pulsing with flow
Put two and two together for the rest
I’ll see you again
Maybe sometime our paths will pass so close
To reach out and in
Ridiculous rid off the words of spin
InFormNation (The Search)
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C
Open window
G
Wayward, she go
F G
I caught you laughing down the hall
Breakfast, maybe
Sunlight, gazing
Might as well leap if you’re gonna fall.
There’s plenty of information baby
But I don’t understand it all
There’s loads of facts available honey
But I can’t remember who to call
Slowly, closure,
Cold night exposure-
Roll a dice to get us on the move
Sound byte, sit tight
Long day, low light-
Listen hard till you find your groove
There’s plenty of information baby
But I don’t understand it all
There’s loads of facts available honey
But I can’t remember who to call
Kick start motor
Up and over
Lets just keep on going for a while
Sign posts, milestones
Junctions, car fumes,
Gonna stick to the simple style
Foolish fable,
Upright, able
Relax babe, we’ll make it there on time
Latest station,
No destination
We are moving now to make up our minds
Pains for gains.
Pain is a funny thing,
Screaming voice to stop
Whatever you are doing
Now until it leaves
Many different types
Gangs of mutual enemies
Super villan collections
For every possible weakness
Like everything bar habit
Quickly forgotten,
State of being
Cannot be maintained
Oncoming buzz of the physical
Heavy dread of coiled anxiety
Angry biting snap of a sharp blow
Baited hooks of mistakes that grow
The self, mutated, driven out
Herding possibles away from the light
Fleeing systems move on without
Out of mind when out of sight
Light coating of nascent nostalgia
Weighty pang of well worn lonliness
Stomach wrenching jolt of nausea
Dead hard pulse of a rotten tooth
From the inside of a cloud
In full retreat sighing
Whatever now allowed
In our time of trying
Embrace the thousand natural shocks!
Do not search for the comfort of a warm bed!
Every resting point an incarcerating box
Quick to morph into restless dread.
Pains for gains
Spit for foul
Full funny gales
Stolen howl.
Dripterium Tremendum
Forget
For old times sake
Forget
Let the self dissolve
Stand in the river of time and pay attention
No preaching now
Only
Reaching out and leaning
Windswept and honest
Neglect
For no one cause
Questions raindrops keeping pace
Osmosis in the end
I will take a slower line
Shuffle along a narrow path
Looking left and right
Darkness lighting the way
Though the smell of the spring and exploding green
Filling the air with gracious blossom
That fall away even as I try to find the words
To keep their palest colours alive
And the hedges bursting forth
Shrouding the roads in rampant growth
Mocking with their annual birth
The numbers of the numbered.
Damn its passing!
Curse its transient path!
Swear aloud against the dimming light…
Some sillohuette I make,
Average and angled and slight.
I will be awoken by a person
And set afoot to take up what I may
A cardboard vessel,
hard edged world
Every fine detail
tied and hurled
Aloft in a spitting gale.
I will be awoken by a person
But once is not enough
Must be a way to find a way to
go complex in the simple
embrace and unwind
Grumpletilt Mumbles Anew
in from the wild
the cold, the child
a signal born
a signal filed
when everything you do or say
is recorded, reported, distorted
when everything you touch today
is broken, mislaid, contorted
and everyone you try to turn to
turns away from you instead
maybe you built it up
on your own alone inside
a world of easy answers
an instant search to hide.
No war to fight this day
Should it be our solace
We are safe and soft and fey,
Complete with airy office.
I will not find meaning in this search
Will not replace or fill or satisfy
But yet to bring the tiredness sweeping in
A storm across the edge of sight
Till boundless tracking deepened dark
It pushes out the light
And I asleep and jaded spent
Can lie amiss amid its vent
A numbness paid for guilty fed
A stone’s throw off from what was meant
Direction- would not take the bait
from sleeping man his bending hour
Habits fight the hint of fate
Fickle heart that leads the eye in power
I will not finding an ending in this mess
Whose plot will wrap the centre in a fold
angles number half the compass arc
As forward as the measure of the mould
Still burdened under murky clouds and rain
no will to stop and highlight what is pain
Or what is long lamented passing joy
Measured up to mumble what is sane.
Sleep appears and tugs again to claim…
I cannot quite express,
I cannot quiet the rest,
Limits bearing down…
ANd hot on the heels of narrowing days
funnels that gently guide our ways
Sofly hooked and gulping air for air
Turn to meet the old familiar stare?