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The Free Men

I can’t beat someone I don’t know how to master
And when I get in too deep I just go down faster
You spindle me quiet, needle and thread
Til I pull out the stitches so that I am dead
And all of the while you have the world on a string
Pulling the puppets who do everything
But all that is nothing to one who sees
And there will come a day I have you on your knees
As you pray for forgiveness for all of your crimes
How you pulled me apart a million times
But times like these cannot be undone
And you lose the battle you think you have won
And what you desire is all in flames
I am the dragon that nobody tames
All of your witchcraft has done naught to me
Than teach the tricks of the trade to who I’m meant to be

Coming and Going

Basking in the glow of your eminent sunlight
You set my soul on fire
With your glow
That only could be indicative
Of a sun bound nuclear fusion
That sips my tea with a new brew infusion
As I decide whether to separate myself from you
From the mythical bounds of unreasonable closeness
That seems to direct my actions
With more authority than my brain is able
Is it safe?
Is it safe, I ask
And you reply
With a repeated question
That I cannot say no to
But take your hand
Amid the wilderness of beauty
Only nature can command

And now you look away and fall flat
And I should be satisfied with that
Because it’s all I asked
That you not be so attached
But now I only want you more
Amid the bounds of defeat
Of all
That is not mine in law
But always will remain
One with me in essence
And powerfully destructive
Of my individuality and sense of self
Like drowning under a wave
You can’t keep your head up

Hunger

I eat monsters for breakfast
And they reside inside me
Itching and screaming to get out
And express themselves
Amid the peace of an elemental world
That takes no fools and harbours no criminals
And I like a precious owner
Of the jewel that hides within
Jealously guard my own domain
Lest anyone make it past the barriers
I have so carefully constructed
Yet somehow, something got inside
And now for all my trying
I cannot put it out
And you,
With those piercing eyes
Possessed not only of the body
But of the soul
Tear me apart as though I am paper thin
With a violence not of this world
Simultaneously holy and full of treachery
As I, realise
We are not two
But one

War and Ignorance

War
Fights with itself
Until
It’s is a scrambling mess of bodies
And guns
Discharged
And fully functional
And the mangled wreaths
Of blood and flesh scatter around
As a reminder
Of the wilful ignorance
Of the human condition
To drive itself to the depths of hell
And then say
It is necessary
To survive, to kill
To eradicate the enemy
So that we can fulfil
That which is every empty
And dying
And death will be not our master
But we its king
As we greet it like an old friend
And coming running into its arms
Triumph
We will triumph

Paper Planes

All of these words are just errant musings
The product of introspection and my perusings
And I wonder do they add to naught at all
Just the scribblings of a child in crayon on the wall
But it’s only when I write that I truly see
The breakdown of what is troubling me
And the way I can fix it or how it tapestries
Into the weave of earth’s cosmic mysteries
For there are some things for which no explaining
Could ever illuminate what you’re detaining
When reasons all fail you and you just cannot find
The evidence for your theory that the world is kind
But let it just blossom like the bloom of a bruise
As it spreads out in colours you use
And slowly heals up and returns to source
There are some things even man can’t divorce
Like his or her very own essence
The body is just the skin in which we are dressing
And never can amount to the sum total of us
There’s a power inside where I place my trust
So whether I be broken or raised up on high
I’m aware of that which can never die
And I have been both the bottom of the bowl
And the queen of plaudits but neither touch my soul
I just keep on keeping my cart in the race
And seeing the good in everyone’s face
And nobody worries about the self esteem of the bad
It seems like payback they lost all they had
As punishment reigns on their earthly domain
We say they deserve it when they feel pain
But what are we doing to our brothers and sisters
That we demean them as less in the things that we whisper
And spitefully reap what they could not sow
They’re dead in their eyes so I think I will go
But even if they’ve been bullet strung
They’re not the last step on the laddered rung
And all things of Earth will return to the Divine
It’s just we don’t see how the threads entwine
So forgive the mutineers for they know not what they do
In the words of Jesus and he’s talking to you
So as my broken pen fills out that lament
I send my love to you and that’s where it went

Not All It Seems

Silence hangs in the air like a stifling curse
As I pray to the gods that it not get any worse
Cause this world it is full of chancers and cheats
But you are the reason that my heart beats
And all of the machinations of a powerful system
Convinces us we’re just the world in which we’re existing
And people will pay to have you give up on them
And then say that you’ve counselled them to live again
All the while they balance on a precipice spire
And beg that it not extend any higher
While their shadows they fall like feet on the earth
And know if they go down then it’s sure gonna hurt
So you make do with the concoctions
You use as insurance in the allotments
That you have obtained to grow your own farm
You forget about freedom, it’ll just do you harm
And I watch as they all spin round like clockwork
To the beat of a rhythms that is stop jerk
And automatic pilot their whole lives
With a few intercepts from one who survives
Or the beauty of love as it strikes them home
And just for a minute their minds are blown
And stutter and stop for infinitesimal seconds
Before they’re again drawn back into a world that reckons
That what can’t be controlled is a danger to life
It’s no wonder they take time to look at me twice
As the spellbound is broken beneath my gaze
And I’m not like a mouse who is stuck in a maze
And the mystery pulls me back into the unknown
I wonder when they will see that the match was thrown
Not lost by degrees but by design
By the shape of a hand much higher than mine
So you look at me and find a label to use
But all definition just means that you lose
Your natural discernment to right the wrong
To have nothing at all is where I belong

The Monumental Fire

I guess I just got caught in a monumental fire
One that burns me up and never seems to tire
Of eroding me right down to my core
I look to you for help and you tell me I need more
And I guess that you were scared of what I had to offer
Cause it threatened all you had and you needed something softer
But sorry I am made of magnetic steel
And there is no tempering how I feel
Like an ocean, like the sea, like an iceberg standing lone
I always seem to be missing my quintessential home
And I just thought you had it cause when I fell into your arms
You quieted my thoughts and silenced my alarms
And I felt a strange sort of peace descend on my soul
Like I had found the one thing I depend on to be whole
And how you matched my heart with your delicately so
I would have given all I had if you didn’t have to go
And leave me to depart on some far flung trek
I would have walked out on a wire and risked my neck
But to hear you deny me like I never even existed
Took more strength than I owned to have resisted
Crying out for the other half of who I am
And praying that you would understand
But your gaze turned icy cold
And I could see my entitlement in the way I started to fold
And break like that and come apart at the seams
I had always believed in the reality of dreams
And that what was foretold would come to pass
And that one time only love could do nothing but last
But the chains encroached and wrapped around like vines
And I couldn’t speak when you declared you were not mine
But belonged to another and were bonded at the core
When you know it is impossible you only want it more
But I let the full weight of it break my wooden frame
As I conceded to myself I was in love with a name
That stood for a symbol that I was longing to be
What I loved about you is you accepted me
With no conditions and no rules, no, just as I am
So when I shattered the stone I thought you would understand
But it seems there’s only so much you can take
And I will never speak to you again for your own sake
So go live your own life full of happiness and wonder
And I’ll remember how you moved my earth with your rolling thunder
How you cascaded rain down the panes of my vision
And how you hit me in the heart ruthlessly and with precision
And how you struck me on the spot and made me to be
The living embodiment of my own destiny

The Water’s Arch

Water flows freely out under the arches
And the sounds in the steps of the army that marches
And puts a poison in the tips of their pens
To liven up what they say in each other’s dens
And there has always been a cove to shield me from the shore
But somehow, in defiance, I wanted something more
And put myself in the path of wilful destruction
But you stood in the way of my persistent destruction
And confounded me whole with your beautiful soul
As I searched the earth so I could play the role
That would be most fitting to your eminent position
But all I found out was there was something missing
That I never could obtain in all of my years
And the harder I tried the more plentiful tears
And the winter it came to wither the tide
And all things went to sleep so they could survive
But I stayed on like a bitter tree
With its branches all cleared of the markers of me
So who am I now as my roots crave the water
Am I just skin and bones and somebody’s daughter
And what do I have to pay to be finally free
Of the persistent but irresistible hold you have over me

The White Patterns On The Wall

Beautiful designs paint patterns on the wall
As the faded white lines are designed to enthral
And stun my eyes into a kind of subtraction
That robs me blind of the power of action
And as I stay rooted on the one spot
I think of all the things that I am not
And never could grow up to be
In the conscience of silence it was never me
As I lost my purpose and my will to believe
In anything more than what’s up your sleeve
As you wound me in spindles that went round the earth
I grew up to learn that love could never hurt
Just the jealousy that accompanies that kind of attraction
Could you call it anything more than the king of subtraction
That steals from you the sweetest of feelings
And pours regret into all of your dealings
And how did I come to be bowed down so low
When it was so clear that you’re where I’m to go
And just like a shepherd trying to keep still the night
I don’t know if I harbour the vestiges of fright
For ever having seen an angel celest
I cannot deny that you are the best

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