Well, my fault, your fault, their fault, his fault, her fault
The fault line runs through us all
Rubbing off here and there, shattering the unshattered
Creating curved corners, wobbly lines, pointing toward
Leaning posts for us to ponder, procrastinate...
Perhaps cocking a leg to listen and learn
Or be bullied down the chorus of blame
Well....if they hadn't done that....
Or if I'd just said or done that.....
Would things have been different?
The edges neat and tidy...
To see what's coming round all the corners
The unshattered, negating seven years bad luck
So keep the straight and narrow
Refuse to open the boxes and look into the unlooked
'Control' will be your friend, sticking rigidly by you side
But what about the alt...alternative...the delete....acceptance???
Will your blindfold mar your pathway to living
Missing the signpost at the fork in the road.....

Sheet music for the uninitiated.....

Tis like a foreign language inked out
Aligning the page from left to right
Spelling a noted curiosity. For those in the know
‘Get’ the inside story, know the melody it plays
Yet it shuts out and discriminates the uninitiated
It closes in and becomes a circle, a clicky cliché
A secret sect for them and not the rest
The page can be left open for the uninitiated
And its secret remains safely intact
Even as eyes are cast over its score
There’s a silence, a secret coded verse
Playing and taunting you, unashamed
To reveal its melodic soul, fully knowing your
Not invited even if you want to be

Until tis ready to.........

the petrol gauge of time moves you
shoots its juice into your veins
that throb and burst with unseen intensity
energised into the forum of your day

sail, reaching our for the horizon of a
dreamt image, afloat and biting
to taste its spicy spine tingling emotion

grappling to chase out the dead sea of seasons past
hedging you round the golden hem
clear in its calling

i asked you, today of all days
how you’d handle it, you know, the pull of the current
biceps straining to reach your horizon
the backward glance of the silken hem

how would it take you, affect your gaze on reality
a raw comparison perhaps
but a genuine smile  …..

casting you away

Gain...ing access to my heart

Reveal...ing such pain

Stepp...ing over me to her

(7/5/7 Syl count)
1st August 2012

prompt me, if you like
pause me or restore,
fake forward to
another track and time.

please me, if you like
that would be nice,
a gracious game, attach me.

stand with me, if you like
til you feel kinda certain,
in one aspect or another.

do not frame me.  i would not like
your bargaining episode,
neither manipulation, would i ….

rather
beckon me, to another order

mind your ways and self
until pleasure beckons you,
for yourself, not me.

i am in tune to you, or not
in sway and light meanderings of mind.

a series of events may take you
in ways you like, or not, with or
without a hand at your side.

speak with me, if you like
but not drag the solution from me.
you are your own way
if you have a mind to see it.

depart from me, if you like
strength to strength, or fall.
while it breaks my heart to await
your outcome ….
of fortune i will hope.

it sours me beyond belief, in wretchedness
for i fear what could befall you and
grit your stumble.

raise me, if you will
into a prosperous outlook
to meet head on.  

shy away from your
mouth of negativity with words
bound up from invisible torture,
become light in step and airway

if you like, or not.

getting old
who wants it
like a slap in the mouth you see

cosmetic overhall
cream for this
cream for that
something to stop that fat

southern hemisphere
it draws near
pump them up
nip and tuck

cellulites a blighter
liposuction leaves you lighter
dreaded age
no more centre stage
liver spots confirm the rot

............................................

hang on though
is it so bad
the issue to impress
demised, no longer a drag

the rat race gone
no more out there on the block
competing with the rest
to attract the opposite ***

fake, see through
fake
insincerity overdose
choke it back
fake

false, feel it
false
exterior brittle
break it down
false

opinionated, hear you
opinionated
voice resonating
spit it out
opinionated

self, runs through you
self
always about you
change the tune
self

others, why don't
you see
others
spell out the word
others

know it
won’t you know it