To be me
And act like myself
Whenever I please
Whatever the time
And within my means
Is pure free.
To be you
As leaves fall insane
And keep to your way
Moving those eyes
Away, day after day
It crumbles in weight
Harmony.
To keep face
And swallow your pride
When friends question space
And talking in stares
Then notice the trace
Divided.
To laugh true
And lie to have fun
In social demise
When thinking in dreams
And sever all ties
Can only Forgive
False promise.
Flicking through the covers
Piece by piece
Unfolds the Sour nature
Of Disease.
External reveals all
Or nothing
Simple Cover story
Disgusting.
To keep it under wraps
Shows it all
Invisible it seems
A dry wall.
The millions suffer
In silence
As the nation marvels
At more cuts.
No physical features
To dissect
So everything is fine
Or regret.
Show what I feel inside
Pure emotion
In a distrusting world
Slow reaction.
Everyday to blend in
Normality
Comes at such great expense
Totality.
Yet society tries
To keep us in
Watering down our pain
For next of kin.
Auditory culture
Listen for me
Keeps the struggles in sight
I want to be.
Dashing through the turnstiles
To get away
Nothing really changes
Another day.
Next time to seek advice
An alien
Will tell me my blood type;
Mammalian
And she’s still mincing her mind like a circling joke,
Keeping the Hope
Trying my best to contain the globe in a compact shell.
But this old day just spins around inside my head,
Hard to Forget
Seeing her standing ready to strike and ring that bell.
And she keeps dancing around swirling atmosphere,
Shedding a tear
Begging to catch the waves but feeling that there’s no Joy.
Momentum in the rush to balance and keep the grace,
Watching that face
Crushing balloons in the grass and acting like a little boy.
And she looks down to her hands with a fleeting glance,
Holding that stance
Betting her rocking soul that we’ll be holding on.
They move to the rhythm of life in a seashell box
So Orthodox
They study her eyes and comprehend that we’re all gone.
‘Forget me not’ was the ballad that played but no regret
Willing to Bet
The masses hummed and understood simplicity.
But I’ll be turning my head to comprehend the norm
Quick to transform
Edging closer to the wonderful life of multiplicity.
There is my heartfelt collection
Looking like stone. On a dry wall
Is experience that teaches differently, see
What trials became of me; what
Parodies always bring themselves back.
Sitting on a dry slab, soaking with
Concern; the drum of the clock making
It’s presence known – even if time
Was not ready, still – not ready.
I studied the shade, memorised the
Symbols; all was as it should be.
Do you not see who I am?
Can you not imagine a world in which
I progressed – Understood?
Fate was judging me by my instinct.
I thanked my college for its work. I see
Now is the moment for action; To worry about
Worry seems Idyllic but hardly changes,
Deepens the memory – Begin.
Mother to my son,
That’s when it all began
She become,
What I had yearned for
For so long.
Conscious effort,
I thought that’s all it took
I mistook,
My good intentions
For that look.
Clouded judgement
Hindsight is no such cure
She was sure,
My lack of knowledge
To adore.
Dancing daylight
Shadows between the sheets
Beg to keep,
The crippling moonlight
In so deep.
Death defying
Playing when chance was low
I will go
And tell my parents
It was so.
Line of sadness
Fire will hurt the eyes
We despise
My acting demon
Cut those ties.
Strangest of times
Measuring the distance
between two people.
Barely interacting
Hardly touching
Still checking that line.
Quiet Unknown land
Barrier of the brave
whoever leaves first.
Always avoiding
Consistently breathing
Counting with hands.
Solutions are simple, they always have been
Some end product of a heartbeat or two.
The process is the diminishing factor
Working together to make tragedy true.
Thinking ‘correctly’, neither up nor down
The memories of the centre are hardest.
It seems like such work to do the unthinkable
Leaving a rotting thought process to infest.
Constant plotting, scheming; all under duress
Consequence becomes the starting point.
I understand my process is skewed
Yet can do nothing in the trial but disappoint.
My daydream today is significant.
I stumbled, stopped and processed.
At first I presumed continuity;
But all I have left is numb pain.
When I see you all i think of is that night
of bags and bottles and crying –
although that was not all.
When I see myself it is merely a reflection
a stony face of regret.
This is hardly fair anymore.
It is not fair for either of us.
The daydream tomorrow; further.
Moving away from the promise
that could never be kept. At least –
Not in any particular order that made sense.
It is all such a jumbled mess
And I relive it everyday
When I understand it is forgotten.
…And always when I’m feeling hopeful.
For lots of reasons, systematic failures
and the demise of human culture
there appears a way in which it should
be done and an example to be set.
It was only last year, a good year
when everybody least expected change.
Humanity was unaware of its presence
and looked up in a satisfaction of
perceived dominance; fun-day.
The day that we all look forward to
at least that is what colonies would say
if they understood the significance
of our moment; our place in history.
We saw what was needed; cleanse –
the land would be awash with colour.
It spread far along the hills – missionary
In keeping with the standard protocol
The day was never significant before.
The overseer was dominant as usual
Every little significant change was
in keeping with historical relevance
Failure is not an option, update.
And everybody was in a straight line
Ready for the celebration to begin,
Family. Understandably essential
To keep the mountain running – Laugh
Line never broken and day is set.
It is not often that we look back
At the work that was achieved; flow –
In keeping with our sharing of the mood
We must press on with the anniversary.
We stand and observe
An eye-line of progress.
Constant circle
looking closer to see the grooves
Another time
to end this melancholy cycle.
Eternity
feeling to prime the distant edges
To be myself
and keep this feeling intact.
Rounded pathway
all green and splendid in such desire
Right here and now
Step back and look away to see.
Different Danny 