Sacred

And shall we go then, you and I,
To dance upon the edge of a sigh
And let our rhythms come undone
Forgetting the worlds that go and come
In these whorls of learning and regretting
Shall we dance?
On the knife edge of the sacred
And cast useless worship to the dust.

Ephemeral

I awake with thoughts of you in my head
From the detritus of dreams upon an unmade bed
You rise
Your fingers linger
Languorously leafing
Through the tangled mess
Of my hair
And with the coming of the sun
You leave
Melting into the sudden light
Vanishing like a sprite
With just the ghost of a smile
Left behind
Playing upon my mind

Of what use is time?

Of what use is time
Except to drive divisions
Between your mind and mine

Of what use is time
Except to say
That this belonged to yesterday
That the world has changed
That tomorrow belongs not to today

Of what use is time
When what was said during the day
Is no longer valid at night
When we turn to wrong
What once was right

Of what use is time
When we use it to define
Why we must no longer meet
Why the years must make walls
Between what must now be sour or sweet

Of what use is time
When the years no longer allow
Declarations of fondness or love

Of what use is time
When I must no longer play
The games I used to on another day
When I must no longer run as hard or fight as fine
Oh, then, what use is time

Of what use is time
When you cannot be mine

Of what use is time
But as shackles for your mind

When your words are gone

When your words are gone
When your words dry up
And nothing rhymes any more

When the day awakens
Without a song in your head
And you lie blinking
Soundless, in bed
And no more poems emerge

What then is there to remember
But death

then you smiled...

The day was bad
The day was long
I was left feeling
Like I didn't belong
I felt like a beetle
By a shoe defiled
All crushed to a pulp
But then you smiled...

I was dropping bombs
I was oozing hate
I was burning people
With acrid distaste
I was losing my mind
I was getting all riled
Snapping at shadows
But then you smiled...

The world was harsh
The world was tough
I wanted to give up
I had had quite enough
I was about to lash out
I was about to go wild
And smash it all to pieces
But, just then, you smiled...

There was no end in sight
I was fresh out of hope
I was jerking on the end
Of a really long rope
At the end of my tether
I would not be beguiled
When you were walking by me
But then, you stopped, and smiled...

What love...

What eyes shall hold your eyes
What mind shall touch your mind
What wistful dreams arise
What vows shall we rescind

What hand shall link in yours
What heart quicken to your beat
What kind of hooks and lures
Shall make the sour turn sweet

What time shall bring, who knows
What fires shall light your stove
What arm shall wind in yours
What love shall find your love

When you're in a lousy mood...

When you're in a lousy mood
You can try
To cry
Or sigh
Deeply
And then implode
Or you can explode!
Either sink in
Wallow in sin
Or burst out
Do something loud
Go north
Or south
Just dont stay where you are
And brood
When you're in that lousy mood

How many lies?

How many lies
Does it take
For a heart to break?
How many lies
For the world to shatter,
For the ground to shake?
Does it really matter
How many lies were spake?

I sometimes wonder
If every word
I ever heard
Was a blunder.
Whether my ears
Or your tongue
Were to blame
For the game
This love became.

How many lies
Must you speak
Before you realise
The harm that you do;
That words are like glue;
That if love is blind
Words are the ties that bind.

How many lies?

Scarlet Love

The whips of your words
Lash about me;
From head to toe
I am afire
With your devotion
To the notion
That this is love.

The knife of your tongue
Stabs, withdraws
And plunges again;
Each spreading stain
A questing limb
Reaching for another
Until I am trussed,
Enveloped within
Your scarlet lust.

The Winds that Wait

The winds hold
Poised
Silent and still
Above the steaming city
Where rivers of sweat
Flow
The oppressive heat
Grows

Waiting for the breeze
Below
The still air spies
Hopes that arise
Steaming up towards the hill
Where the winds wait
But then they dissipate
Too much time has stood still.

In waiting for the moment
To foment
The winds of change have died.