Fair Weather

When the sun shines,
We are warm.

When the clouds cover the sky,
We are cold.

And so we live our lives.

A Weakness Shared with the Animals

In the early morning her bed ticks,
Like a bomb of pain waiting for daybreak,
I stay quiet as the sun should be blamed,
Not the one sharing her old age.

She never admits to sleep,
As if it is a weakness for the animals,
But she does sleep,
She is only human.

A Trees Charity

I wandered lonely,
I wondered aloud,
I could not see,
The creeping cloud.

It edged its way slowly towards me,
In chasing me it had no doubt,
Till captured by a diligent tree,
I let out an almighty shout.

You see the greatness of this tree,
How the cloud it caught,
No payment does it expect from me,
A penny I pay him naught.

The Green Army

I chose a blade of grass,
Much like God chooses his men,
And drew a black line,
Down each side of its spine.

Marked forever,
"Who knows the reason?" was the response
from the other blades,
To be lost as easily as it had been picked,
By the father of its difference.

Grace

He takes everything away,

And pushing past the clouds,

Plants a kiss on my cheek,

Leaving a blush of flowers.

Life Interrupts

The birds singing,
Squeezes into the humming of the train,
Disappearing in the rattle,
As it asserts itself again.




















The End of the Day

His hand holds mine,
Looking into the nights lake,
Lit ripples of the sky,
Made of moon and stars.

His points within nothingness,
He is my companion.

Biro Storm Cloud

Biro Storm Cloud

The mess hovers over me like a biro cloud above my head,
And promises to stay there until the day I'm dead,
I try to pull it apart while lying in my bed,
But this is not as easy as it might or could be said

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Fire Keeper

Life fuels her,
She throws down her anger like a black blanket on the fire,
And watches the smoke come out of her mouth.

Inside depression prods at the embers,
Complaints flicker setting grievances alight,
And her expressions reflect off the flame-light.

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Into the Morning

Cold night,
Lift my shoulders,
Unburden them of these affections,
To forget.

So I can throw them into the void,
Dark open arms,
Where even the light of dreams,
Would not be illumination enough

Let the heat of sunrise,
Burn them dry,
With no salty residue,
Tempting me to taste my thoughts of you again..

Angels Feet

Blue shoes for my friends,
Blue shoes for me,

Yellow ones for everybody else,

And a sunset in the tree.