The Storm that Guides

Every-time it storms I feel refreshed
As though the world is somehow connected
To my Understanding of the body
That holds me back so often.

Just thinking makes things happen;
I laugh and the neighbourhood is bright;
Go out for a meal and the pavements
Appreciate the attention – with a snigger.
If I cry, the Earth inhales and spits;
Holding me in a whirlpool, centrally –
Until I am able to leave the room
And start all over again.

Yes, I certainly am connected,
Like a vein of pollution shuddering;
Aiming to contaminate to the heart
Until Arrest; And the pain that follows.
All I receive is the waste product;
The filth of memories past – They weep
When they are presented; emotionless.

Every-time the clouds part; severed –
I am not involved at all in the process.
I crawl under the recess and explain
To myself that I have no control this time.
Sometimes I have to face the weather;
Clearly happy with events – Masking.
Brave face and shaking hands; Firm.

Deep within the void I am already dead.
I died when I couldn’t control the clouds
And hid this from myself with a passion;
As though everything was because of me.

I am a self-centered, crazy bastard.

Confusing Day In The Life Of A Nobody

Hello? Can you see me? Thought not.
Of course, this is the way it should be,
As it always will. I transform and shed –
My skin – A part of what hides me.
As much as I can tell, this invisible
Sideways motion impacts little. Stand –
In the corner – amused by the rush,
The panic of generations; wow!
Hiya. Greetings from nowhere; Look –
Towards the end of the road; eternity
That spills over to the other side,
Twisting and crunching into place.
I can see this clearly; marble eyes –
Unfazed by the bloom of noise.

For one day only I see everything.

Nobody is better than somebody
Who grows old, takes pain and yearns.
Somebody is better than everybody –
In unison with the mechanical life;
Glaring over the land with suspicion.

For today I am a Nobody; Tomorrow –
I settle down and probably chat.
I join the community and become…
Whatever they tell me.

We don’t work (with a feeling)

There I am, standing against the wall
Holding up the foundations; stand tall
is the cry – Hold on if you can.
I look through the window; duplicate –
Struggling with an impossible weight
That will surely take the house down.
What’s this I hear? I can talk clearly
Listen to myself most sincerely
Socialising was no great chore.
When all else failed, my double would start
No obstacle would pull us apart –
Yet society came second.
Here I am, banging my fists with force,
It’s a shame I can’t seek a divorce
From my inner nature, who laughs.
A snigger and a cry; dual meaning
Then change; blank stare and so unfeeling –
Sometimes I hate being myself.
We are all made in a polar light
That feels its way to the surface; fight
With a passion; yet I am us.

She and I and Them

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.