My earth gives way

Crawled from the cobwebs of a translucent dream.
Stretched out across the fingers of the gods.
Held down and wrapped by you, suffocated in love.
You’re in the air as I breathe.
The god particle that explodes within.
A bigger bang than the galaxy around us has ever witnessed.
The seismic shift of you.
Burrowing deep into these lava bones.

Ever decreasing circumstance

It’s like a cold and stormy morning.
That day she tried to warn them.
Snapping her twig bones with the weight of circumstance.
Trying to walk away, curled up and tortured.
Dusting the regret from her hair.
She wants to be elsewhere.
Trying to disappear into someone else’s dream.
She tuned in to reasonable fear, Taipei to Tel Aviv.
Skirting the frequency of moral decomposition.
Trailing the warm currents of the sky above.
The damage appeared as they beat the drum.
Pounding in her skull while the water rose.
Feeling trapped like a goldfish in a bowl.
Swimming in her own coincidence.
Roll her over, watch her breathe.
Drinking in the rain as she dreamed once more of far off oceans.
Setting her sights on another orbit, while they set her on fire.
Breaking her from the rooted home, and that look in her eye.
A slow dance into dismay.

Lift

Gold dust fades on a broken apology.
Lifting away from these dreams, burying the night.
Cut strings and porcelain.
Drifting away from such demons.
Escaping the snap of nightmares and reality.
Those wishes were heavy, pulling down my soul.
Lift into a neon blue, a heady place where dreams have died.
Part truth, part ghost.
Rosaries spin on the motor heart, forcing me upward.
Sky west and crooked.
Linking into the distance within your eyes.
My heart went out to you, threatening heaven.
Promising to belong, two steps out of this world.
Blurring into a memory and rolling down the windows.
Rolling into the arms of love.
Stuck somewhere in between.

Crawling out of a dream

My apologies please, I did not mean to interrupt.
Floating in my own dreams, a million miles above.
You tiptoe towards ascension, drinking in thoughts divine.
But fumbling in reality, and faith you think sublime.
I folded your bones in your sleep, cupped your tears as they fell.
Watched you swim in the shallowness, in pools of personal hell.
You want me to dream like you, and strip those trees bare.
And play forever with diamond sand, bowed deep in earthly prayer.
From vantage I watch the injured birds, in circles with broken wings.
Kept together by the glue of self, played on by other’s strings.
Chew over these observations, and golden words from God.
I apologise again once more, for the lesser things forgot.
So I cup you in my feathered hands, and wake you from the dream.
And do my best to understand, that things aren’t what they seem.
Vous êtes déjà Dieu, et déjà ce que vous connaissez.
Il est posé comme une graine immaculée, en attendant sa chance de grandir.

Under this skin

Deeper and deeper to the chalky landscape.
Your hurt falls like acid rain, turning these bones to oil.
It crept within, under the skin while my mind was floating.
Stripped of consequence, dancing the hazy dance of dependency.
Uncertainty melted on this tongue, changed over a million ways.
Adjustment had its day in the sun.
Bringing light to the plants inside me, my veins bloomed in repose.
Tranquilated by the love that now flows in these cells.
Though a shadow swallows me sometimes, dying in the arms of cruel history.
The memories that never leave the house, locked into my story now by synergy.
Selfish and cowardly souls that had been silent for so many years.
They come alight to tell me the problems, throwing words around like maturity and expectation.
I let them fall into unconsciousness.
Breathing life again into this saturated dance we have.
The free-styled trance.
Head back throwing, kissing with the lights on.
You reside within me, forever trapped in stretch marks and signs of change.
Laughing at the growing pains of development and lust.
Shake and rattle down to the core, sucking poison out to turn to ink.
Writing out your hypothesis on my bones.
Healing and interjecting as you make your way to the brain.
Upstairs to take control.
Pump this heart with each fist throw, each lick of my libido.
Wandering hand in hand in the desert of my dreamscapes.
Thanking clarity and oxygen, and how the moon shines in the dark.
I love you more now than I thought I ever could.

She dwelt on the moon

She lived up there, where nowhere went.
A sparkled silent sky just for her.
And her dreams and diamonds, all well spent.
As she walked through this world in a blur.
For it was on the moon her soul resided.
In lunar craters she crept and hided.
Watching the world from the safety of space.
Removed and distant, from the maddening human race.

Try not to breath

Hidden in the shell at the bottom of your soul.
In the hollow of your neck where your vertebrae’s buckle.
The palm of your hand.
It resides. Coughing out songs and laughter.
As you cry.
You choose and change this religion.
Writing your own dreams to dapple these eyelids of the young.
Sticky with Jesus kisses and Vaseline.
Now, there was someone with a bad judge of character.
Yet judge not, lest ye be judged as you chorus and ring in these ears.
Who disagrees?
Off with their heads and bring the bones to your feet.
Suck the soul from within like sap from a tree.
Or a balloon full of fear. Inhaled in a quiet dark room.
Where the shadows and ugly realities lie.
In wait. Ready to buzz out in phosphor.
Luminous lies.
Though it all means nothing to you. A new leprosy for a non-contact age.
Kept at a distance and viewed only through a screen.
Flashing pulsars.
As your neck gives in, staring at a phone all day.
You tie their necks back. A soft motherly touch, done in pink ribbons and lace.
They do not notice how tight you pull, as their view clouds and all they hear is your voice.
Talking, not of the bombs you will drop or the mustard gas breath you hiss.
You tell them they are superman.
Bittersweet and free.

A dream in your world

Come stay with me, come down in time.
Let me hold you now.
Another minute to breathe.
Wrapped in the echoes of your sleep,
and the diamond reasons of eternity.
I spin a thread around us.
A salted circle of trust that the world won’t shake.
Or break.
Spun in gold and truthful titbits of reality.
As we bounce off the clouds of convention.
Barefoot on the dusty moon.
Don’t blink too soon.
Take me in and breathe me out.
Pull me over you like a sweater.
I will keep you warm when the world rains upon on us.
When the thunder rolls and you cover your eyes.
I won’t let them hold you down.
These are not times for freedom or carelessness.
And these are not treacled words that pool in your ears.
This is a truth cut from my heart, and squeezed out of necessity.
Thrown in the face of the fear of losing what we have.
A halo around your heart.
Something out of nothing,
My luggage of love, dropped on your doorstep.
Waiting to be unpacked.
Somewhere in California.

The Buildings melted

Watching the horizon through tempered glass.
Silhouettes that block out the sun.
Only for a moment.
A moment too long.
The flames lick at his desk, eating away the wood.
Tapping on his soul.
They corrode the walls around him.
Destroying fibreglass and dreams of tomorrow.
He tries to block out the voices.
Scratching inside his skull like rats in a well.
Closing his eyes. Out through the glass.
Trying not to think about the ground.
Going to the place a million miles away.
A place his family dwells.
He feels the rush through his bones.
The ache of his heart.
The monstrous shadow of hate.
Oil soaked fingers opening Pandora’s box to fate.
That hostile future carved out by domestic architects.
In his long way down.
His final symphony of strings and sirens.
Crumpling into the dust as he sets himself free with a final tear.
Watching from above moments later.
As the realm and the buildings melt.

Strung up

Sitting on the edge, of a dream within a dream.
Tangles my mind like cobwebs.
Strings my heart to the moon.
Walk with me a while.
Dehydrate the sorrow away.
As we move closer to the sun.
Touch my fingertips where tiny dragons dance.
Careful like sweet kisses upon the one you love.
Softly, but holding back such passion.
Crawl inside and count the stars.
Each beat of this heart is for you.

Holding back the waves

Heat rivals such memories.
Burning a hole through my soul.
Desert licking as my heart contorts.
Coughing up a dry dusty apology.
Limp in the midday sun.
Yet still I stand, awash with remorse and resolve.
Unable to drown in your sorrow.
Afraid to swim in your sadness.
Washed up, I watch as your gather all your hope.
Bottling shooting stars and dreams.
Plucking shadows from me, stuck on this ship.
As it rains on us.
I once tried to drain your oceanic heart.
My eyes dissolved from all the tears.
Washed away in the monsoon rains.
So you sit and wait.
Waiting for someone else to care.
At your water’s edge.
Where you still find me, threatening to jump.
Threatening to retreat.
Still hoping to save you.
Trying to hold back the waves.

Skamonkas moon

Feather in the stream.
Broken again in a dizzying dream.
Small bear howls at the moon.
Echoes from lands tickle my wrist.
Dig deep into the earth and my veins.
Searching.
Hoping to find that hidden voice.
The lost ancestors of peace.
Searching still.
Tangled in the dreamcatcher above my eyelids.
Watching it play out like a movie in my mind.
Strong like sisters of the tribe.
Fragile like the mind of a child.
Blown up to the sky with the embers and ash of the fire.
And the days burned into history.
Under that skamonkas blue moon.

Her birds inside cry

She always comes a minute too late.
Peeking over emotions.
Waiting for the birds to take flight.
She named each dream in her mind.
Building for them a special home. A place of comfort.
But the fires, they raged for almost ten years.
Burning them all down to cinders.
Destroying her spirit to ash.
So now she steps. Carefully and broken.
Side-stepping hearts and crowds.
Like the pigeons in the square, she is present and yet vacant.
Keeping all at bay, as she paddles in her shallow soul.
For her waters are no longer there for swimming.
The sharks left nothing behind.
Silent and full of feathers.

A dream turned inside out

Stutter.
Veiled saffron words.
Broken from your teeth.
(To hear you speak of it)
Melted away like the hazy grey of subterfuge.
Dulled sparklers in the ice cream that stings my mind.
Your new take puts my city to bed.
Breathing gold into my pulse.
Beat. As it runs away.
Mark that apology and raise your voice.
Shake me, wake me from this slumber.
A nightmare twisted into a dream.
Coiling like a peppermint candy.
Collapsed into an insomniac shudder.
A lot less frightening after your confession.
This is what I’ve seen.

Succumb to hurricanes

This theatre closed late one summer night, pulling the curtains that were a patchwork of stars.
You bowed your last, shuddering out of a promise you couldn’t keep.
As these dreams collapsed.
Pulling me through time and smacking reality in my face.
Lamplights.
Now 2am.
Slinking into sleep and flickering into a new stasis.
Part truth, part fiction.
The wrong side of poetic. Wiping the walls with the blackness that remains.
Cemented in orange courage, dabbing away the corrosives with tiny cotton wool stones.
Erasing the dates that were circled in red.
Sucking on pennies for protein. Letting it all unfold.
Carrying me away.
Monday.
Satin lined sorrow and the disinterest of my thoughts.
Closing the windows of earth once more.
Words that bind.
Falling from altitudes to nothing but blue.
Undercurrents of debris and smashed reasons.
Trapped in cage with the door wide open.
That bird in me is never going to fly to the top of the world.
Collapsed into the fading smile of your yesterday.
Succumbed to those shadows

Leave it to memories

Hold on to me, I have seen things that you will never see.
I have seen things that you’ll never believe.
Hold on while it hurts. Close your eyes and take my hand.
Shiver out the safety of the ground.
Come with me out of this world.
Where the sweetness will follow you. Distant and warm.
Distance is worn, like a threadbare rug.
The stains of time under foot.
Hold on and try not to breathe.
They hypnotised us into defence. Into regret.
Forty steps to the eighth parallel, one jump into beyond.
Do you believe me now, do you believe yet?
There’s nothing up these sleeves. Only the ability to the dream.
Spinning Egypt and Atlantis in my hand, spinning you a quieter night.
A peaceful day.
The photograph of us that will never fade, and shows us only in reverse.
Clearer, like ebb tides and dragonflies.
Where the sorrow subsides.

Cursory reverie

When you’re wrong you’re right.
How blessed you are, what fallen angel are you?
Yet your crown looks crooked, tin foil all twisted.
Below my feet, the earth is no longer there. You’ve lost me in your sky.
Lost me in your world, where the rules don’t apply.
Yet there are fires of destruction burning on my tongue.
Ready to lick at your cheek, come into me.
My hands, feeling to where the wings should be.
Asking me to stay in your version of paradise.
Wanting me to stay talking to your strangers.
Breathing underwater.
I’ve got too many blocks, too many eye rolls. They didn’t get there by themselves.
So you’re not going to find me there.
Memorising the ABCs of your life.
I’m breaking free, digging it out. Making good on the change.
Shaking it off.
Growing up.
Reciprocity was just my wandering reflection.
Love was just a passing thought.

Cotton

My feet hurry the ground, and the soil gives way.
Waking to find you next to me. Wrapped up against the world.
We move in emotions, wandering the streets and taking trains to anywhere.
The fabric fantasy of space and love, as we disappear completely.
Plunging through clouds, walking on cotton. The skyline shifts and all glass shatters.
My world is safe, my world is soft.
Feather light and filtered, expunging the dirt of life.
You take my hand, feeling for my pulse with your textile touch.
Feeling further into my soul while the sun and rain pours down upon us.
Umbrellas by the lake and warmness in my heart.
I could live here forever, lost in the gossamer threads of now.
Washed into the white existence of your love.
Then you spill ink over my world.
Staining, seeping and leaking through.
Destroying the pure white fabric of my dream that anything had changed.

Colour my direction

Dreams, again complicating my life.
They swing their megaphone and make me no longer breathe.
Diving deep, fill my lungs in my chest as they weigh heavy.
Underwater, and the unsettling sound of silence.
Swimming in the dark, where no-one will see if I drown.
They force me to murmur out a sound. An action.
A sleep twitch.
Taking off with little beats. Like coloured balls escaping.
A Personal pilgrimage to land in your lap.
Hold me in your crossed arms, talk to me of the Passion.
Your passion.
Fade into my hue and join me. Linked in gravity.
Seeking rainbows, as I carry the weight of my world.
Imitating life. We have it all.