Aye 'tis

A door of strangeness have I known
And passed through many, many times...
Yet in ending tis only a deformed say of a day
That the us in the we are bound to share
As the craziness of the twine unravels
A journey unfolds though one not yet quilted
And the muzzled mind splashes through its puddle of a muddle
Though only a thought in a teardrop kept
A thing of the past, present and future
...One...
Aye, tis...

Chaotic Wanderings

To conform is to chaos the line in between
What be that… know not I but a colour
To see before me
In hurried slowness it moves
Motions morph and everything exists just as one is
Simply a colour of the thousand
Step sidewards, this here, sphere of loveliness
Will thou to my dreams linger but a moment late?

Just as I am, just as you are…
Impossible is as possible as possible is impossible
One cannot secure sense in such a chaotic world
Of mirrored randomness scattered.

Chaotic Dance

Shrouded in silence's gentle essence
I gaze wistfully out of her veils
While the world dances by in blissful ignorance
As I sit alone struggling to remove the scales

Time alters, perspectives shift
As my flailing hands bleed
Stubborn scales shatter, causing a rift
And in startled wonderment, my voice bleats

Noises taunt as I crouch
Amongst the turmoil of my travails
The gentle comfort of silence's pouch
Lures as my mind derails

I cradle my brow as headaches pounder
Still the world passes me by
As a flaw in the pattern - a bounder
And I struggle to my feet, dyed shy

Willfully I dance to their song
With bloodied hands
As I defy their thousand strong
To waltz freely upon the moorlands

Bruised but skillfully I dance through mayhem
As I causally mingle
Like a mirror image, I mimic them
As my faults are lost in blind muddle

But then my red soaked hands sing
And in muted panic they prejudged
As over me they poured torrents of water, gurgling
Still my hands remain smudged

From their features, anguish screams
And in pity they look down on me in fusion
As I defensively cradle my dreams
To look up soaked in innocent confusion

I am just as you are
But pray tell, why do you deny it?
Am I really that bizarre?
So far from normal that I misfit

Some treat me the same
Yet their eyes tell a different story
For in their eyes I am lame
But my lameness is my glory

I am as whole as can be
As my mind leads me onwards
In the battle over my lee
And of empty hazards

Don't fix me, I'm not broken
If anything it's you with your dashed tuppence
Let me dance with you through the deafened canyon
And together we'll dance with my gentle silence.

- 2004

The Siren's Song

Time has passed by
Without a fond goodbye
Yet the air is sweet with music
As I sing to keep alive our relic

With my sisters of the deep
Would ye wish my tears seep
To see ye sail away
When here I for thee await

Come transfix thy mortal eyes upon mine
That I should not die for want of thy grace divine
If I would thy life borrow
For this forsaken body of tomorrow

Will ye not come, ease my pining heart?
And for eternity, never let us part
End thy travels of the neap tide
And in my lap's cradle, bide...

- 2004

My Frontiers

I fought triumphing tears
As my grief swallowed me up
For your gentle goodnight
Left me shaken and broken

So I wandered to the end of my heart's piers
And struggled to, with reality, sup
By the light of twilight
Still my tears came like a foundation...

Stay my fears in your grave
While I sleep in my dream's cradle
Where my favourite fantasy lives
Take with you, woe's tears

As sorrow's tears engrave
A trail of varnished grace upon God's easel
Bear away the painful shivs
And let me walk to my frontiers...

Oblivion's Canvas

They said 'still waters run deep'
So beyond my eye's oblivion you searched
Sifting through the smirched
For the untouched dust-heap

'Til abrasively you stumbled upon my curiousity's ocean
And as transparent waters were riven
You lost images to distortion
And saw once again that unfathomable oblivion

Do not swim so deep
Lest you forget to breathe
And in darkness' wreathe
Let me in oblivion, sleep

My eyes are untried
In this world of prejudice
Where I wander upon God's canvas
There on oblivion's seaside

I'm only a waif
In this sphere of prodigy
A burning bougie
Of oblivion amongst strafe...

- 2004