Moen Poem

She doesn't cry anymore in the honeycomb of truth.
I don't know anymore when the world says forsooth.
A defiant vessel to adore from the brazier of youth,

so sallow and couth.

141 CHARACTERS

All the world's your oyster but all you get is fish stew.
March your atoms forward to reinforce your worldview.
Keep your lies close to you and your weary aim be true.


                      

It's been so long and I've been being.

The sunken bones of the land cry out

agony’s mouth a blue line doubt
keeps us dumb and round about
leaves a starting time to shout.

West moves on and shakes its snout
wears a gun belt like a pout

takes our lives so we have nowt

turns to you and what you felt.

They are pepper and we are celt.

How do you want to be remembered?

I don't need to be remembered.
I don't want to be remembered.
I have helped people and hurt them.
But have you loved any of them?
Wind fallers and truth talkers,
wisdom whistlers and fire listeners,
circle satraps and gingerbread men.
Skyline braiders and angel hailers,
horizon sailors and laughter for all days,
couscous custard for tea on Sundays.
Amplify amply and blue fly gallantly,
drop in culture and widow cranky,
sculptured sinners and glowing innards.
True to you ice cream and no ceiling stains.
Remain in my words and worms in my remains.
Take me gently and feather the pain.
Cloud shapers and humbly make us,
star colliders and pride of life shakers,
and so we sigh and quietly sing...
These are but some of my favourite things.

Cadence

I dont know what you've been told.
My work boots are full of holes.
One thing I know 'bout my soul.
When I'm with God then I'll be whole.

Luke

Luke you beaut you're a prince of the souk
So cute and true a one of a kind duke.

Go far my son and follow the Son.

Be the fulfilment of your dreams

and the wonder of your means.

Mum and Dad love you all life long.

Internal exit

What to say what to splay the baby's coming soon to stay. I will and I want and I can't confidant. Maybe they'll like me and maybe they won't. I see my horizon in my son's only question. I rise to the volcano and then I reject those coming from the database to see my arrogant face. The wonderful dreamers of the rose collated dawn come now and find me, hark the call of the world and remove the mirage of our iniquities our onorous gout and our fallenness. Strake and strafe the one who holds us in delusion by confusion and doubt. Let shine the truth path, the cloud dancers, the sons of truth and the children of light, the angels of men and the man of ages. Keep the wind walkers and the music painters. Let the planet know that the scent of green is in the water of the eyes and that the beat of red is in the warmth of us all.