Monday, 31 August 2009

The intact

Fall and falter
Fade and collapse,
Then take to the wreckage
To find the intact.

Sunday, 30 August 2009

The tread

Take to the carpet
Feel the weight of the tread;
Of the thousands of footsteps
That marry the dead.

Expectations counted on fingers and thumbs,
Of a million lost souls,
At home with their sums
Calculating the entrance of something so grand
Plotting the demise in the palm of a hand.

If it's all in the show
Then what of this parade?
If fame is light
Cast glory in the shade.

Monday, 24 August 2009

The edge

What is it that continues the chase,
That keeps the scene stirring
That sets this pace?
What does it mean to drop off the edge
To create a new order,
And reach for the ledge?
If it is brave
To abandon the reel,
Will it bear fruit
When we unravel its peel?

Sunday, 23 August 2009

The beat

Find the gap
That will charge the beat
Choose a rhythm
For the dimple in a cheek,
Route an oasis
In the depths of the soul,
Find the strength to stop
To release the control.

Thursday, 20 August 2009

The weave

When they said it would change
It was hard to believe,
That something would turn over
Within the fabric's weave.
Taking on its own colours,
Its unique shape and form
It brought hope of a new era,
A new phase for the dawn.

The now

If all there is is the moment
Then what shall we do next?
Sit and stop, to absorb the breeze
Or rally and wrestle to find some reprieve
And what does that do to the 'to dos' of our day?
Except leave us at liberty to forage and play.

Tuesday, 18 August 2009

The wheels

Their tread tracked the childhoods
That saw dens and delights,
That bonded friendships like band aids
Through the toughest of fights.
Still today they say freedom,
Those two wheels and a frame
From the cage of the masses
Through the drizzle and rain.

Monday, 17 August 2009

The ritual

What is this ritual
Where we watch in the dark?
Ourselves trapped in scenes
That jostle our souls.

Would it make sense
To a man from the stars?
Or would it seem strange
This eye that reflects?
What do we seek
When we watch for effect?

Sunday, 16 August 2009

The archive

Lest we should not meet again
Let us build fortresses to defend our spirits,
Find caves in which to folly,
Dash meadows to marry moments
And ride winds to trace tears.

Saturday, 15 August 2009

The tale

When the tale is relayed,
Speak of the land we knew
Where fragments were precious
Where time took its pew.

Where footprints in sands were stolen by winds,
Where mornings of after held better things
Where soils heard of sorrows that hearts never knew
Where the memories of many were sealed by so few.

Friday, 14 August 2009

The barrage

If the barrage goes on
We will crack in the end,
For without concern or foresight
Life too becomes a passing trend.

Thursday, 13 August 2009

The flaws

Your words are my silence
Your bravado my reserve,
Your order my chaos
Your line my curve.

Your pedantry is my enquiry,
Your haste my pause,
This is our dichotomy
And it's finding the flaws.

Wednesday, 12 August 2009

The unknown

To find what is lost
To see what is not yet known
Means climbing outside the window,
And teetering on the edge
To unbind the chains
That keep us trapped and alone.

Tuesday, 11 August 2009

The want

What is to be done with all this want?
To live on the edge of life,
To maintain the furthest view.
Does fleeing make me a deserter or a seeker of destiny?
When the clock finally stops
How will I know if I have been a seeker,
Or just a prisoner of an energy now lost?

Monday, 10 August 2009

The belief

If this is all that there is
Then let me believe it is truth
For without that belief
I too become a fiction.

Sunday, 9 August 2009

The cycle

Trace it
Break it
Escape it.

For only when we are truly free
Will the carousel stop turning.

Saturday, 8 August 2009

The imagination

Few will know of the stories they've told,
That spoke of the magic
And lifted the soul.

They've played their way through trouble and trauma
They've nurtured the textures of secret adventures,
If ever in doubt seek their fair solace
For still they embody the mind of its own.

Friday, 7 August 2009

The torment

Where is the channel to transmit all the fury?
When is the point at which to 'go live'?
To press the buttons that turn on the fire
To expose the torment that burns from inside.

Thursday, 6 August 2009

The cleanser

The cathartic cleanser came into town
It took to the streets like a serpent surrendered
To penetrate the pockets of a city less known.

It swelled within cobbles of snickets still sacred,
It trickled down panes that had seen sharper faces,
It made for wanderers at curbs and street corners
And tangoed with the treasures of previous deserters.

Wednesday, 5 August 2009

The reality

I am the words never spoken
The itch never scratched,
The door never opened
The stain on a pristine surface.

I am the reality to be faced
The scar to be revealed
The vengeance to be had.

Tuesday, 4 August 2009

The chase

The more it is sought, the more it escapes.

Like a page that keeps turning, it never relents.

What is this quest for something anew? Is it a madness masked as desire?

To rebel to the order, we must take on the beast.
But forgo rest for the dream seeker never sleeps.

Monday, 3 August 2009

The doom

Within the walls it lingers, the deluge of doom.

It whispers false hope amidst its phoney parade.

This is the vortex of which we are part, it sucks on our souls while clawing the core.

Cradle the dream of something beyond and once at the brink throw down your sheckles and dance.

Sunday, 2 August 2009

The direction

From whence we came we can never be sure, but if the course of our voyage is mapped out before us then surely direction is merely a myth.

Saturday, 1 August 2009

The insiders

They've been party to the paths I've never taken, they've grappled with the gravel and chewed on the dust, they've absorbed the textures of many adventures and yet they are left alone, untied at the door.