When my mind is feeling
like it's floating underneath a painted ceiling
and the windows crack
to take me back
into another
dream
and the ceiling's just a scene that's crayoned on a bathroom door
but the beauty of the dream is that it shows me so much more
than I would know
that's where I go.

When the hallway drifts into a serene sea
I'll be
there.
In the shaking waking hours of dawn before I'm born again
when the night becomes some distant fix upon an orbital
I absorb it all
and put it in a cardboard case.
In case I want to look again into that other realm
that overwhelms my senses
and makes less sense to me
every time my mind floats free
underneath a painted
ceiling.

Shut out
cut out
put up
fed up
kicked in
locked in
I've been there and back
attacked
smacked
slapped down got up
but shot up
I went down again and it's not the same.
I'm older now
can't be bothered any more.
Kick the door in
stick the knife in
anyway
you're going to win
and the end..

Well
the end has already been and gone
it didn't leave a calling card
life's so hard
and then you die
or if you don't
you wish you had
sometimes it feels like it's all bad.

With my back against the wall
and so very high up
I could fall
forget it all.
In a rush of passing air
in a moment I'm not there
do you really want to share the pain
and anyway it's not the same.

Solo was the game I played
and solo I have stayed
should not have strayed
mistakes I've made
laid it on the line and now the time is here.
nothing like a bit of fear to make your stomach growl
nothing like a drowning man to make your neighbours howl in fright
tonight
tonight
tomorrow night
I take my flight
will you be there to watch the show?
watch me go
see me fly?
watch me go
watch me go.
In the echoing
In and at the final reckoning
when two and two add up to so much more than four
And anything I ever knew
I know no more.
Will I be sure that I was right
tonight
tonight
or any night
I wonder.

I wish to see the mountains
but they disagree with me
the sea it cries
its tears unseen
there are coloured winds that sparkle
and flay a million reposotic waves
who on call
dilate to a lacerating urgency
of anarchic, elliptical rebirth
supported by nothing
again and again and again
I wish to see……………………

the layers unfold like spring time flowers
aching to be viewed
by sunlight eyes
a winter spent
under the heavy hands
of the foundry
shaped and strengthened
until it is finally ready
to steal the breath
from your lungs
and make your heart
come alive

I have never understood why people
fear death.

To me, death is like a simple
"good-night"
that one never wakes up from.

the words sliced deliciously
drawing not blood
but ink
furious passionate ink
she was just words on a page
in a human shell
he was just
another who wanted to try
with expendable arms and legs
but still the ink came
the words sliced horizons
not vertically
so as not to ****
only to bleed
and before the cut
has a chance to heal
pens and greedy fingers
jammed into the wound
hoping to take
the last drop
of art

I'm stuck singing the whiskey blues
left in the apartment
feeling the looseness overtake
feeling the who cares
coming to the front
feeling the love yous
aching deep

The whiskey blues,
nothing better
nothing worse
for a hungry soul
hungry for
soulful hunger
and a sense
of the poison

The whiskey blues
left singing
tunes of a time
which never graced
my presence
Left looking at pictures
which rock the idealist
sensibilities which dominate
my gut

The whiskey blues
you better believe
that I'll be thinkin'
of you
fluttering through the tunnels
of my sleep deprived brain

The whiskey blues
just another excuse
to express
my thoughts of you