Pages
leaves from my book
they're falling out a page at a time
scattered all over the place
filled with things that cross my mind
its all for show now
the things that I've never ever said
lets see how much gets walked over
and lets see how much gets read
pick up the one's you like
they're yours for the taking
I'm lying between them now
scattered like them but breathing
featherhead
a spring in my step
i'm reaching up
running my fingers through clouds
sprinkling rain along the way
i'm as light as a feather
gliding along
floating down mountains
flying over lakes
running up through the air
i'm rearranging stars
free falling through the atmosphere
my destination, everywhere
Blind
The Black Moon
the black moon, my ugly friend
stands out in the deep grey sky
yellow teeth and drunk red eyes
looks down towards me
the black moon, my ugly friend
i hate him, i cant stand him,
he's beaming down an ugly grin
a face changed over night
a highlight of white lingers behind
reflecting on the water below
ripples in the dark water
coming towards me
drink up he thunders,
swallow it whole
bitter it may be
its good for you soul
Bits and Pieces
Goodbye
Patter
grey clouds
darnkened sky
not depressing
just hope
burst darn cloud
let that water through
splash and spray
a billion drops together
pull them down earth
wash me away
Stuck ..
blistering burning
the sounds its churning
emotions of emptiness
still left yearning
stop looking for that hand
stop looking for the light
walk away while you can
you'll know it was right
stumble you might
many a times over
its better than being left out
in the cold forever
its the only way to know
stay a while if you like
eventually, you'll go.
Cheese
toothy sparkles
like cheshire cats they be
bright in pink and orange
a picture speaks a thousand words they say
well this one holds a million more
Overdrive
I still do drive like i'll kill sometimes. someone else of course. is that a confession? not really. its just excessive control for me and the little lack of it somewhere else. the front left wheel maybe which skids around every time i turn that steering a bit too much. high speeds, a screech, spin, sand flying and adrenaline rushing. breathe. slam that throttle, no time to waste. touching a 100 in no time swerving through trucks and traffic. lower gears, squeeze into just enough space and push it again. its a high. a hair raising high. that lil hair at the back of the neck. goosebumps. if i dont come back someday, we'll know where i am .. still on the road of course.