I’m on medication Change the TV station Because I am strong And I have done nothing wrong But I want to reveal How I feel For all the broken and shamed For all of the days that cannot be named Because of the darkness they emanate And you feel trapped in that state When you are in it And the Church just says don’t sin it But I’ve got to believe there’s another way To articulate, to say That your crime is being innocent and not knowing how To deal with the weight in the fields you plough And I want to issue to sky That there is something that doesn’t die In the perforate You don’t need to equate What you do with what you are You are born from the scattered star That once imploded So though they may have goaded You into submission Remember your original condition And that shine God is neither yours nor mine But the infinite You are not alone tonight
I’m on medication Change the TV station Because I am strong And I have done nothing wrong But I want to reveal How I feel For all the broken and shamed For all of the days that cannot be named Because of the darkness they emanate And you feel trapped in that state When you are in it And the Church just says don’t sin it But I’ve got to believe there’s another way To articulate, to say That your crime is being innocent and not knowing how To deal with the weight in the fields you plough And I want to issue to sky That there is something that doesn’t die In the perforate You don’t need to equate What you do with what you are You are born from the scattered star That once imploded So though they may have goaded You into submission Remember your original condition And that shine God is neither yours nor mine But the infinite You are not alone tonight
Are we all just slowly burning fuses And I dance in the garden with all the muses But they never seem to inspire me They just tire of me As I sing the same old tune The feel of you being in the room When it all went down Now you’ve got the crown And they could call you king or god But you’re not the name I call when I need the Lord The one who never fails to show He picks up what you let go What you saw as infantile Just makes my Jesus smile And I was in the undergrowth When he saw me start to slow And he grabbed my hand Showed me how he understand All of my multiplicity Never calling fake on me Just chameleon to fit the shape Of what I need to escape The rotary burn of the wheel That crushes how the people feel With their own doing nice And old age doesn’t come twice If it’s what you need And we all bleed So there’s no need to cut What you fear in another’s shut Door to your open green Don’t you see that life’s a scene Playing out on the screen of us So I open up my closed heart and trust And it’s a white knuckle ride, my boy You were a sort of joy I found on Twitter Do I just end up bitter Coz I never had what you say Is pertinent in the going away That we’ve all been through There’s nothing like the magic of you
My Jesus opened the door He let me see that there’s something more Beyond the chasm of calls The teaching of words, the world’s enthralled And I was on my knees begging to sky Watching someone I love slowly die Why don’t you do something, where are you But you took her and put me through Some kind of hell What is it the story that you tell That the Almighty is all that exists Then why did you put me on your list And it’s a sudden awning pain Like the cold when you’ve been out in rain And I’m on the floor With my head resting against the door And a sudden spark ignites Wherefrom did all these lights Appear And I hear her say, my dear Like she always did when she was alive And her flowers didn’t survive But something she planted did, God knows It’s been living in me and it shows So I wash my face, dry my tears And I’ve been holding it in for years and years And it’s finally singing a song My Lord, you did nothing wrong And it’s more than a future reunite It’s a love that holds you in the night When you’re punching the air Cursing all that isn’t there But something new is born The moment that the fabric’s torn
The monsters are man made They live in the attic They crackle like telephone Under the static They brew like a soup Under the sink Dare you to do Something crazy like think And I lie in my bed And the horrors maintain There’s nothing lost If there’s nothing to gain If outside is inside The window you touch You learn to let go Of what you love so much And in winter the fire’s Warming the hearth But I’m still scared Of what hides in the dark Under the moonlight Of another season Like the way I love you Without reason And it makes no sense But the tide will crash Against the stone And turn all to ash Like the waves of duty To abide I see the truth And I confide It on paper To the sky What comes will go What’s born will die But what’s ever present Will remain Beyond the ocean As terrain
If you’re gonna leave I’d rather you just go
Than traipse round in your boots putting on a show
If you really don’t care then I’d rather just know
Than go along for the ride you have on the down low
And you ride the wave of just being there
But you won’t tell me a truth that lays us both bare
So we move along in random solitude
Imposed externally by your attitude
So don’t bite the bait if the rope is too fine
And don’t tell me a lie that you are mine
But for all my efforts at heavy expense
The woods on your side don’t get any less dense
Maybe some people just don’t have it
The emptiness at the centre of their soul
The vacuum that sucks all life into itself
And I’m going on the assumption that this is true
Cause it doesn’t make sense otherwise
That someone could feel this way and still live a life of lonely abrasion
And I don’t apologise for the way that I am
If you can’t handle it I am not holding you here
I can barely thread the needle of my own atoms
So there’s no obligation on you to pin cushion my life
With your objections to my dignity
So sail on and may the horizon be the glow that endures
But I could never find in borrowed light
Just what I’m looking for
The Poetry Book 