Curtains
Dreaming,
I think I hear the sound of your voice.
Seeing,
I was rolling your cigarettes:
Carefully,
You were confessing,
Then helping me
Paint outside
In the blistering heat.
You were pale concrete
I was missing
How much you needed help.
The light takes shape
In the creases of my curtains
In a pattern like waves
At the edges of an ocean
Study,
A brand new subject
All your own.
Travel,
Back to your ancient home.
Dr, Dr
Did you get to county cork
To study
Science fiction
To unearth your
Prediction?
The light takes shape
In the creases of my curtains
In a pattern like waves
At the edges of an ocean
Formation
Surrender yourself to a gentle formation.
Relax, remember to breathe.
This one was made above a body of water.
White and translucent, it moves, it moves.
Gathering now, it’s coming right for us,
soon overhead, shimmering, weightless.
That one was made from the back of a jet engine,
Hand under head, feet cross legged.
The longer we stay, the more we see,
Our eyes adjust, to the light that is already there.
Filling a lake with a rain cloud,
Heaviest lead, it makes no sound
Drop by drop
Day By day...
Or a carpet of sand made of cliff face,
whipped by the wind and the rains pace,
blow by blow,
day bye day.
We will continue…
If we evaporate, the cycle continues,
come straight back down, in a shower, a deluge.
Soaking the grass, like none of it matters,
this one was made for taking some time too.
The longer we stay, the more we see,
Our eyes adjust, to the light that is already there…
Filling a lake with a rain cloud,
Heaviest lead, it makes no sound
Drop by drop
Day By day;
or a carpet of sand made of cliff face,
whipped by the wind and the rains pace,
blow by blow,
day bye day.
We will continue…
Dead Horses
Time,
to bury dead,
pale white horses,
put to bed old years.
With dragging,
finally done
Question:
What the hell should come next?
Carve new marks in to the road,
with fresh weight but same soul,
no future plans.
All exalted memory
behind,
not in front of
me.
Oohh
Pass the Shovel...
Forget,
the mangy mane,
of ole malevolent mare.
Unburdened,
now in flight,
travel
with no earthly
Cares.
Now here,
remembering,
the easy love,
of kith,
and kin.
Pale white horses
in my head
Facts and Figures
Everybody talks, nobody listens
Tell me what I want to hear
This one's got the true and only answer
If only we could understand
I am angry at you
You are angry with me
We should fight to the death
At least there's be one less house to build
This one's got the facts and the figures
what does that make me
This one screams jokes about your mother
Begging please don't drag me into this
I am angry at you
You are angry with me
We should fight to the death
At least there's be one less house to build
Caught between the truth and facts
I thought you'd want the same as me
They say this and they'll say that
I'll never know what to believe