Month: June 2019

So you close your eyes
and lie down with a sigh
bathed in the warmth
of those shimmering rays,
doubt is cast into the haze.

Well the shadows can crush you
when the mountain’s too high
and the door won’t open
to the wide reach of the sun
or the sweep of the sky.

Oh, we started to believe
the deep holes in our heart,
eroded by lies that
thunder and crash
across our broken-down minds.

Trying to make sense
of the light we have known
our eyes are darkened
in the face of the shadow
and our ears are deafened
by a cacophony of lies.

And we started to believe
the deep holes in our heart
eroded by lies that
thunder and crash
across our broken down minds.

Beholden to no one
he is his song,
loudly scrawled
on the sides of walls
for all to see,
you gotta show heart
to be free.

A cold wind wafts through
the old stone-floor building,
I sit with my market wares
crouched in the corner,
scarf wrapped tight
beneath my chin:
‘come, wont you buy from me
and put some warmth
in this winter wind.’

In this moment
i have no yesterday
and tomorrow is not yet
so it attracts no thought
about the clothes I shall wear
or what I shall eat
or where I shall sleep;
in this moment
is the only place
I need to be.

Tell me what you see
as you walk on by,
tell me what you see
through your closed eyes;
if you’ve a mind to take a look
you might spy the difference
between the bait and the hook.

We take for granted the iron roof
and the shelves on which we display
our marker-stone possessions,
the strong walls
against the wind and rain,
the warm bed,
until the house is no longer ours.