The Only Goodbye

A dog that knows you

Will never bite your leg,

And since day one you bit

Off way more than you could chew;

You think you could know,

You couldn't even tell the truth,

You never knew what to do;

Your an empty shell biting down,

But only on the denture;

The only port in the storm,

Not even a thirst quencher;

You never knew,

But you know, because that is just what you do,

You can carry your bags of shit up that hill;

I'm off to adventure.

Bad Photographs Hold

The silence was deafening

As my heart soared,

On the wing of a startled pheasant;

A day so brisk, ground well sodden,

But nothing less than

More than pleasant;

Forever on paper in black and white,

But the colours were so breathtaking:

A perfect silence, a face so bright,

A memory in the making.

Grouse

I wake up extra early,

While you are still asleep;

I dress, and put socks and shoes on my feet.

I creep downstairs, head out into the black,

I am all prepared,

I am never coming back.

I walk fast, hidden

By the thick nights goodbye kiss;

These dales and fells that I crest,

Are all that I will miss.

Atop the royal purple heather,

Atop this fervent forgotten heath,

I look to the clusters of sheep,

Grazing far beneath.

I walk down through a dale,

Across a boggy fen,

Like a ship at half-sail,

I go wherever and when.

The day was grey and bleak,

Yet the wind and the world;

And the moors, were tiring and meek;

As the sun took his last gasp,

Dipping beneath the waves,

I made it to the forest, of the forgotten graves.

It was dark, my feet were aching,

And my chest was yawning;

As I lay down on the soft pine needle floor,

To wait for morning.

Dry Wood

I had you,

I had you,

I had you,

I had you;

I have nothing, and I am all alone.

I find comfort in the proximity of my fears,

In this dark wood that I roam,

And when I cry, nobody hears,

I feel no place to call home,

Just respite from these calluses and blisters:

Keep moving or the oil will burn away;

Everything was here, but it all just missed us,

If I stay, leaving only becomes the fear.

O where are my brothers, where are my sisters;

Never so near as so far away, I dream,

Just a dream that our mother kissed us;

And on this path there is a toll to pay,

Just a dream, just a dream, for that love I pray;

Just a dream to sleep,

It comes and it goes away.

Domesticated

In the darkness I am the black wind,

In the silence I am the white noise;

I move as the insect, on the forest floor:

Don't stop, just keep moving.

Just keep going;

Before you become stale,

Before you blend into the cacophony,

Before you are swallowed up

By everything around you,

Before you become, before its time.

The pictures within pictures,

In backgrounds on the wall,

Will never be, will never see,

The big picture of it all.

You look at the flowers too long,

You will see them mulch and wilt away;

You hold on to the dog too long,

It is never going to stay,

Understand it is just a stray,

It will come around some other day.

The Ying-Yang of me

I have my moments, my piece to camera,

My moments in the sun;

Still the doppelgänger brings the hate,

The dark clouds roll near,

Nights prowl closer and closer,

The black has almost come.

I fill my world with smiles,

To break up the coming night;

Still the black injects, my soul it infects,

I cannot win this fight.

And every smile I give,

And every smile I take,

I leave a string of changed courses,

Rolling in my wake.

The black it floods out of me,

In every kiss and touch,

Dousing flames of passion,

With an inferno that's just too much.

Oil ignited with blank emotion,

Fires of beauty that burn so deep,

Some water, beat it back, spill an ocean;

A pipe, a lamp, please someone that will keep.

The sun slowly sets on me,

With shoulder and nose bright red;

I over-did it once again, the only souvenir the pain,

It doesn't matter: all is said;

And the sun fall from its highest height,

Because at its best it's dead.

It's Not God

Praise God, Praise God;

All hail! Praise God,

Thank you for what we are about to receive,

Thank you for what has just happened! ...

Always silence, never 'your welcome',

I ask you how can we truly believe?

Help me my Lord, Help me please,

I beg you and I fall to my knees;

When your helpless you need a release,

To calm your fears, to explain your luck;

Let me postulate; if there is a God,

He doesn't give a fuck.

We are nothing more

Than fishy-wishies, in a tank,

No better than a whore;

We do what we can to survive:

Just seeds scattered upon the shore.

We see it and look away.

It makes me laugh, and it makes me cry,

When I see your blind faith innocence;

That fresh beck sparkle buried within your eye,

I sigh, I want to show you more,

I would teach you everything I ever saw, I ever knew,

I will teach you to be a whore.

Once again we travel all day, and still remain

Nowhere, from where we once set-off,

My life so full from living, yet my heart

Has never been so bare,

I have no prayers to throw out there;

I have no reason: I'll always love and always care.