A Red Mist Through Your Mind

Raptured in spite of this

Moment starts to fade

Your eyes are nowhere

But your memory remains

Claret drips down my chin

As we sit and dream

My favourite beauty

Falling apart at the seams

Personal acts of violence

Boxing gloves in air

Mindless indulgence

Of the ever untamed bear

It’s not about harmony

Or shelter from the cold

Lost words on sea breeze

The fear of growing old

It’s the spark that ignites us

A red mist through your mind

Venture yet further

Let’s see what we’ll find

Fall headlong for

More bruises and blood

Or stroll forth into

A land full of love

Modern Living

I sit and take in the dead

As love rushes through strangers

Invisible as me, sat in the corner

Waiting for it, to end

An hour passed, two words sent

Thank you

I'm so glad they don't see me

It makes me feel

Special

To be the unobserved observer

Taking in, spitting out, uncoordinated

ramble, ramble, shite

I'll sit and sweat, craving smokes

And be contently hidden

Behind such modern living.

Of Jim

He runs as mad as me

He flies higher

Go man, go!

He laughs like a madman

Knowing it, for the hell of it

He thinks on his own, this one

And teaches freedom

The beat priest!

The stoner shaman!

He's got visions

He paints unreality on dying fish

He digs it! He loves it!

He's going places, places that don't exist

He's you, man

He's us, friend

He's IT.

...

This is my life shirt

These are my hello shoes

This is pre-pubescent Latin girls with stolen Chinese baby

This is hunger

This is bad grammar

These are the shakes

This is beer

This is crazy in my eyes

I see future

I see terrified fear in nothing air

This is shit

This is fuck, cunt, curse

This is the great white orb

This is the most open I have ever been

This will never have a name

This will never belong

Anywhere

What So

If this is what it takes to be a mind creative
Then let this be a creative mind
Medicinal, mechanicial, monologue
Come now and see the show of what you never thought your child would be
Fucked on cough syrup, nictotine and the old friend booze
WITNESS LIFE
See us, see me. Yourself.
If this is a mind creative
Then we are a creative mind.

Simple

When I need

I need.

No denying

No fucking around

No romantic slobbery

Drooling with sentimentality and Chocolate

No Fools Gold

Dramatised television regurgitation

It is, as is, I am

It is, this is, we are.

Tramp-O-Line

Yes, the answer

This is it!

Wealth, success, happiness(?)

Bounce

Bounce

Bounce

Only here in the Gifted North

Southern leanings on council estates

Disfigured front yard discs

Need not apply

Spring creak

Muscle stretched

Across broken bone

Potential

Tensed black material

Mid-life crisis

Phallic complex

Went for the 12 foot deluxe

I have a trampoline

Thus, achieved

I have a trampoline

Thus, succeed

I have a trampoline

Tramp

O

Line

Orange Mist

When the land is all orange mist
Well the white light man is King
When illuminated streets are deserted
No-one can hear him sing
Tales of trees and animal heads
A girl that he thought he knew
Lonely lay bys a refuge for sin
A pleasure reserved for the few

Nights long forgotten are woken again
And feline eyes reappear
So long since the world was sodden right through
And the moonlight held no fear
Time is an essence that was thrown to the wind
Patience a virtue no more
This man exists but in his own head
Allowing his thoughts to soar

So I desperately cling to all that I know
But age and wisdom befall
And so I am lost too a future unsure
When all that I want is to call
On that orange mist land where I was a King
And my light could be seen for miles
Sitting with friends under sunstreaked trees
When all that I knew were smiles.

(I wrote this about a year ago, maybe more, just happened to find it in an old notebook yesterday.)

Progress

No
Don’t make me go just
Let me be
Here
At home in a rain stained place
Please just
No

It’s all so new
I didn’t know
Rules
Regulations
Or procedure
It’s so early but
Maybe too late

Perhaps one day
In the next few hundred
When the pieces fit
Decisions made
We’ll see
And for a few brief moments
I’m not there

Perhaps
One day
In the next few hundred
I never really was

Lighted head (and heart)

Broken bones, wrapped in tape
Sitting alone in a crowd that’s stumbling round
Falling down
Lost in time and lost in space
Those bright dark eyes please meet mine

Stood in honour of this place
Moving this too huge world apart
Watching lines
Empty cans to hide my face
A brand new morning to take control

I feel everything

Again here, on the floor
With sound as a friend in darkened rooms
My whole life
Walking now on feathered toes
Staring back into your soul

Something new, for something lost
Loosing these thoughts to run with you
Standing up
To take your hand, led away
I am open, I am ready for it all

I feel everything