Vengeance

Vengeance no longer mine
I'm trying not to become him.
There is no secrets in
seeking the truth.
I dance on the edge of death
where bravery overcomes safety.
I offer my hand across the murky divide,
unfamiliar with the nuance.
Do any of us act like we beleive?
Who controls my interest?
From the cravings of hope I write.

Cul-de-Sac

Why still so much to proove?
He smiles, plotting his next move.

With one more sniff in the darkness
I'm enlightened to your deceit.
'sweet dreams are made of these'.
she selling her moves. I'm accepting
my defeat.

It burns down the throat, delights
in the bloodstream.
Tonight, I yield to your dream.

Trying to bask in the neons of night.
He called Jack, and Jack called white.

I run with hope to the avenues, but I'm
hit back in the cul-de-sac.

As I wipe away this tear.
Your evil I've consumed, still nothing
that I fear.

Sebastian and George

Nothing from the Swedes today.
Is time for us running away?

fuck new labour and the tory,


Hard to love when there's no glory.

Face as fair as Our Lady.
Not feeling what I'm supposse to,
maybe.

Hate coming from the mouth
it was not kind,
not from the heart but my dark mind.

With the courage of Sebastian
With the strength of George.

Perhaps then,

I could walk this gorge.

My Condemnent

Echoes of disbelief, throbbing in the air.
It's not the loneliness that hurts
but the fact that you don't care.
I thought it was indestructible the
bond we once shared.
For this feeling deep inside I'm 
still searching for the word.

I speak my thoughts into the wind,
there blows the truth.
You an I my friend know there's no
need for proof.
Held one time in the most highest regard,
now I only feel it was one big sharade.

With this condemnation, last I know my place.
Think of me no longer. 
Dont you dare come crawling next time
you see my face.

Breaking And Entering

You've but to push your fist through mist and 
haze to penertrate the clouds. They are an easier
mark for the dreamer, than aeroplanes.
The man whos's dead to dreaming lives within a cloud
of his own making and so his chance of entering the
stratosphere is scant. I close my eyes to dreaming,
only long enough to dream.

                          By Rod McKuen  (we touch the sky)

Cuppa

I'm at our old kitchen bar once again.
It makes me smile that your cuppa taste 
just the same as it always did.
For a short while it was pleasant.
Our daughter engaged in some kitchen 
memories that we share.
You couldn't help yourself and fire in
verbal shots. 
The moment like our love, comes to an end.
Up into the cold night air, away from us forever.
I scan around, I realise your dreams have died,
and you're now a stranger with much to hide.
Stop, you're making a princess hard.
an I accept every last drop of us, just like
this cuppa has gone.

Seeking Fortune

Seeking fortune not a friend 
shooting and theiving 
vow I'll search untill the end.
Do I beleive truly in the saviour
when running in such way
even with my mouth I profess each day.

Street poets have no dreams to tell
drown their soul with whisky
then write of hell.
Well they not know of mine!
So I shall cast no pearls
before this herd of swine

Let me reach lost souls
fuck their silk made sheets,
whether paddle oar rowing
or commander of the fleet.

compromised

Accept where he is taking you.
Why kick againts the good?
There need not be this flood.

He did not come for peace on earth.
You know who we are,
you know what we deserve.

He's freed the anchor
just pull it in.
You're compromised
Stand and trust in him
walk away, repent from this sin.

It throbs, it cries
we all a work in progress,
remember why that night you
said 'yes'

He is love

Suffered in His love for our sin,
overwhelmed in
my acknowledgement,
I embrace my gift and win.
A relationship for offer,
personal and true.
Re-established by the spirit 
when inside He flew.
Son of man at the core 
anoint in the rainfall of life
a sacrifice so pure,
Grace so kind. love,
heart, soul, and mind.
Wind in the sail,
He is love. 
Love, will never fail.