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

Ploughing the sea

An effort in misfortune instantly springs to mind
A hope preserved in glass seeking only false lies
Dreams will grow and die in the heads
Of all the advocates swept out to sea
This ocean of dreams will drown us all
Your stars will shine
Few souls stir in the land of success
Seeking but a moment of rest
Perhaps they were better off dead
For the demons of this failing cause
Come not to the damned
Rather to float in the anguished abyss
Than pray for merciful release
Bodies line the shore but your stars will always shine
Wrap me in tendrils and show me the deep
An exercise in failure condemned me
This dream was breakable
Your stars will shine, your stars will shine.


(I wrote this when I was sixteen, hence why it's a bit different from everything else)

I idle, waiting

Hello, are you there?
I can't hear you

A damaged line
Perhaps
Or more just,
Distance

Fewer words
Lesser thoughts
Wanting more but simply
Stuck

Neuron tricks
The usual waste of time
Always here
Not sure of you
Or myself

I idle, waiting
For a resurrection
A change
Or a clear signal

Hello, are you there?
I can't hear you

Extract from "Paper Birds"

The voice of a friend, from a stranger's mouth
While I figure out, what it's all about
Lost in wide streets, dead on our feet
Searching for heights that we know we can reach