[Musiconomist]

For years I dwelled in subterranean lair,
absent of anything, save total despair.

The darkness became me, and I eventually, it.

The blackness I mirrored, fed and adored.
My veins froze solid, heartbeat ignored.
A void lake. Deep.
Unexplored.

Til sunlight broke my trance, with a stray ray.
First recognition of beauty, the gift of day.
I emerged into some world, unsought,
fearfully afraid.
Surrounded by colour, I cowered in shade.

I cursed and I spat, and I hissed and cried.
The coldness I was
thawed, withered, died.
But that was all I had known,
what was I now? No sense of my own
self or place.
A nameless stranger, a pallid face.

The others I met were blind to me.
The sun they felt not, nor beauty could see.
Chanting their questions, rhetorically.
Life was their sentence, equally
lived and served, unknowingly.

Slowly I waded into the light,
Always returning, to the nothing of night.
Until once I did not. I stayed, bathed in the sun.

One life had ended, another begun.

[Gallahad]

She took my hand
I did not see
Asleep
Afloat
Unheard

Two hands now one
She smiled at me
Awake
Sinking
Silent

She says the word
I cannot say
She doesn't do complication
She says the word
Is this me?

Amputee.

[losts]

Something strange, new to learn
empathy seems a strange burden to bear,
why should anyone care
about a life alien to them.

however to learn,
something that seems so strange,
find that you have some humanity left
brings hope for a better fit

let life begin again,
maybe we will see a friend
and finally care.

[losts]

the light, bright with hope
awakens happiness where never seen
longing the freshness of a new day
a rebirth that has been lost

a struggle that never ends
to see the sudden death of hope
cascading darkness enveloping us all
a triumph of nihilist thought

And yet we go on

[golden lane]

i have an awful reputation
but people, just don't understand
i just do what, i have to
there is nothing underhand

i am never, ever welcomed
but, i do have lots of mates
and i like to roam around a bit
so i, visit many states

but when i've gone, i'm not forgotten
i fact, for many many years
i am a locust, one of billions
and all i leave behind..are tears

[halfmoon]

The morning light breaks even on the broken sky,
it has it's way and moves slowly down the road,
lighting up the corners where the blankets of night fell.
Men who cried in darkness now sucking from glass tubes
watch the squinted light and hope it stops at their feet.

Deralict men in the streets walk slowly and don't work in chains,
the wheel of work keep the city turning and captains of the ships sail,
they move into the harbour at Ringend and weep,
they small eye and head down and turn the wheel once more.

[alfa beta]

Me and my Little Boy, Stargazing


we stared, he and i
into a sky
of distant and glimmering
possibilities

so far and so cold

as the frost took hold
and the hardened grass broke
easily beneath
our feet

cassiopeia, orion
the arcane drawings
of ancient times

I said to him
what we could see
was the past
he nodded
then at last
said he didn’t understand

instead he put his hand
gently
in my hand

[Morag]

The Dawn's early chill gives way
To the waxing sun and the warmth of day.
The heat that gathers from noon 'til four,
Lingers softy as the shadows come to play once more.

Leaves have gone from gold to red to brown;
Still the sun beats down.
The air heavy and still
Drains us of our energy and will.

A small breeze flickers carrying the scent
Of that season that has been spent
On holidays by the beach or in a tent
All over now that the shadows have added to their length.

The evening gathers quicker then expected
And we see that for a while summer was resurrected
As the dark and night gather weight
We take the time to contemplate

On one last day of bliss
And enjoying it we remember this
That winter is not far
And for all its warmth this day was,
Summers last hurrah.