Sunday, April 26, 2009

better is best


The smoky waitress cuts the cheese along side.
Low slung waist is at nose height.
The couple in the car behind me krumping synchronised.
The music coming from the stereo is mine.
The walkers outside step in time.
A colleague asked about their mother says she’s downstairs.
Coincidence or a sign.

The ragged edge of love is being hemmed.
The contact has come back.
The work ahead is always there.
The love of another is the call.

Tomorrow is a brighter day.
Stress is less and life works itzelf out
around strain and rest.
The time to live and enjoy the best.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Muse me.


Have you noticed how there are no new stars being born?
Do you look for meaning in a paradise forlorn.
Are you compus mentus in your memory forge.
Do you keep from looking at the edge of the gorge.

Bleak is the life without any torch.
Keep your love close and your mat on the porch.
For strangers are angels and demons are thoughts.
Mechanisations in life stories are scorched.

So take what you can and give what you ought.
Remember the gifts that you have been taught.
Love is forever and ever is nought.
Laughter and laughter and laughter be sought.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Choose anything.


God Good earth bad
Earth Good people bad
People Good hell bad
Its always the monkey or the gun.


Hanging on to the ragged edge of love
Looking up to the gifts above
What I don't care for won't be taken
All my opposites step long forsaken.

Tense new worlds
Hum life dark strife
Slit of horizon beyond my closed eyes
Love against love in a why clouded sky.

Mercury sifts for a despondent heart
I like the smell of a new start
Honest as a lie is kind
Crucify me now, I am blind.

Fury blonde upon my duress
Cut the glass of hell princess
For God is too beautiful I can't say goodbye
So I hold on to love and in it I hide.