Monday, August 29, 2011

Bricks in the sand

Pick it up
Put it in
Grind the gravel in between
And let run the sand
Put down tar
Put down mortar
Pick it up
Put it in again
Today is not a day
To let bricks lie scattered in the sand
Pick it up
Pick it up again
Slide it in
Smear more on
What? No more water
Use your tears then
Your tears in the sand
Make more mortar
Pick it up
Put it in
Don't dare drop
Not a single brick in the sand
Hear the hushed wind behind you
That is their collective sigh
The ones who rely on your progress
Without you like bricks in the sand
Pick it up
Pick them up
Pick yourself up from the sand
Now is not the time
To run out of sand
Keep it going
Keep on walking
Pick them up
And slide the cogs in and
Set their gears in motion
Keep it running
Keep on moving
Don't stop working
Slide the bricks on the sand
This is your fate now
This is your life now
Making bricks from the sand
There was never more
There is never more
And nevermore will there be
Anything in this wide world
Other than bricks, and sand, and men


Wait

What are you doing?
Pick back up those brick on the sand!
Are you crazy to drop them
Crazy to mock them
Crazy to lay down and die in the sand
Get up at least
Get back to building your wall
What are you doing?
Where are you going?
Stop your running?
Running from the sand
It is never ending
It is never failing
It is never breaking
These bricks and the never ending sea of sand

Friday, August 26, 2011

Lenore's Curse

Round and round
These thoughts keep turning
These feelings keep churning
And I wish that for a second
However brief
This spinning would stop
And grant me relief
These echoes that should
By now have died down
But no matter how I plant my feet
My head and heart keep spinning round
And round and round
Endless the loop and unchanging the cycle
Of the path that goes on forever
And while I hope that the end draws near
I still hear you say, "never, never"

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Apposite Ness

There is a little thistle bush
Above the roaring sea
And this tiny little thistle bush
Hung high and precariously
Its fingers dug into the stone
The mammoth standing all alone
Its mighty face unmoved by shadow
The storms above the sea far below
While this small little thistle bush
Hung between the sea and sky
And this bristle little thistle bush
With roar of waves and sea bird cry
No longer could recall its own life story
How it came to rest upon the promitory
From distant lands bathed in spice
Where inscenced air infused all life
And flowers tropical and large
Perfumed the sail of junk and barge
That sailed the rivers twixt collumns bare
Half eaten statues of the Huntress and the Hare
Where lazy ivy coiled round long lost words
Recalling songs only the stones had heard
Was this the home from where this bush hailed
Upon the wind's delicate wings had sailed
And carried aloft by the wonton breeze
Into the feathered arms of the night, its ease
Did take in the frosty vaults of the star's abode
Pulled in the celestial maelstrome around the lode
And there in boreal frosty heavens it brushed
Upon telesian trails trod by angels hushed
And there it sought it's roots to grasp
And draw the ambrosia that drips from angelic gasps
But the celestial glass would afford no hold
And the frozen star's of heaven were too cold
And so departing from the gates of the night
It continued on it's sojourning flight
Long was the night that led to the dawn
Long was the wait until new life was reborn
Long was the trail that the thistle seeds took
For earth could not compare once upon heaven looked
And finally caught up in the fickle Zephyrian bands
That swept it amidts clouds of these foreign lands
Where the flash of Jove cut the clouds with fire
And the rain fell as stones while the wind roared with ire
And the sea churned white with foam and dread
And the stirrer of storms called forth the drowned dead
And amidst all this there was caught the thistleseed
That searched for any place to land and bleed
Until the wind buffeted it against the iron cliff face
And over and again it felt life to be erased
But then as darkness enclosed the husk
And the light of day was enveloped in dusk
There was a second spark then born
As the seed then was completely transformed
And so the little thistle bush came to rest
Upon the cliff face that all life did detest
And it clung there with all of its might
Burned in the day and frozen in the night
But it refused to give up its desperate fight
And instead was changed into the painter's delight
For with raging sea foam crested below
And churning heavens with sunlight aglow
And unmoved antedeluvian cliffs of stone
A single bush of green persevered alone.

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Can you hear me?

This is the desperate cry
The call echoing through the night
The breaking day that needs to be let out
The rising fall of my heart tonight
That rises to scream and shout

Can you hear me?
Can you hear me now?
Can you feel me?
I'm right there in the dark
When the world is
Falling in and apart
I am right here
By the beat of your heart

Follow trails of glowing footprints
Gretel, Gretel take hold of my hand!
Follow trails of frozen tear drops
To where the dark house waits in a dark land
Follow the sound, if you can even hear
Follow the sound of the beating heartbeat
Follow my voice and know I am near

Trace the tears upon your pillow
And spell my name with salty line
Whisper my name to the nightdarkness
And promise to always be mine

And then you will find me
And then you will find me
And then you will find me
And I will appear
And then I will hold you
And then I will hold you
And never
Ever
Ever
Let go again

Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear my whisper on the breeze?
Can you feel me?
Can you feel me?
My heart beating, breaking for these...