Gravity's Calling

Gravity's calling, it's pulling me down

Dragging me back to the invisible ground

I'm free falling, through cobalt and white

Caressed by the touch of a thunderstorm sprite

I thought I was free, had escaped the somatic

Thought I was an airborne spirit and akin to nomadic

I was gone, I had passed into a whirlwind and its vertical thrust

Weightless, I was trace crashing through a cloud of angel dust

And I was so close to heaven and a thousand miles high

So I reached out and stretched, almost touching, but shy

And everywhere was a precipice, with a thread of an edge

That was slicker than ice on a frozen glass ledge

Just for a moment, a minute, an hour, I was there

But there was naught but what was and the cold solar glare

And now it's pulling me, pulling me down, gravity's calling

Dragging me back to the nowhere of forever free falling

Departed

Departed, but you'll live on... though you've gone

Ash and dust cast to the sky, borne high upon a gust

But you'll live on, in the memories of the others

Those who were your kith and kin and those who were your lovers

Departed, but you'll live on... if only for a while

Fond recollections, fading photographs, two dates in a diary

But you'll live on, in the sun-kissed motes of the dancing air

In all those tales to tell, in those fading memories to share

Departed, but you'll live on... until they've all gone

Until you're just a memory of a memory beyond recall

But you'll live on, a twig, on a branch, on a family tree

Forever there, faded but not forgotten; a spirit esprit

A Synergy of Energy

Fear not the life you lead, or to sin attest

For when your being's doused, it's your time to rest

Leave behind a bag of bones, seized by rigor mortis

And let your silent soul rise from the inner to the outer vortex

Gone for good the shackles of an existence criterion

When you're borne on winds up to the highest empyrean

And all that there was will fade, en masse, no crowds

As you're cast adrift amongst and then above the clouds

Unfurl no wings, let your soul untether

To see what was and what will be forever

And come that final, fateful day, when time will seize the clocks

There'll you'll be; a synergy of energy and a paradox

Dragonfly

Silent flutters; a dragonfly glides by

Or maybe a peri, in a wise man's, minds eye

Enigmatically ethereal, quintessentially sublime

Flitting through moondrops, bathed in rainshine

It muses, in a hover, above the silky surface of an improbable pool

Reflecting the silver luminescence of a rainbow askew

A sparkling crescent of crushed crystals of ice

Aglow from a satellites echoing light

Moondrops and rainshine on a dragonfly's wings

For all that's perceived, is perceived from within

Belief's a pure feeling, not a need or a want

When the entangled tangible/surreal are equiponderant

Wings in a flurry, there's a peri in the rye

Or maybe a dragonfly, if you turn a blind eye

And the sun melts the moon and the rainbow's a cloud

With lingering ground mist, once a pool, now a shroud

Sunshine and raindrops on a dragonfly's wings

From the source of the soul the beguiling begins

'Twas never a peri, for those who were easily led

Looking through blind eyes and not their essence instead

The Burnt Horizon

He raped the goddess Venus and drowned Poseidon
And butchered Mars beneath the burnt horizon
He ransacked Heaven and drank from The Holy Grail
Then walked the righteous path of a scorched earth trail

He sowed his seeds, but razed all the crops
And poisoned wells with acid drops
Of unholy souls he is the Devil's keeper
And works in league with the grimmest reaper

All the wretched dead will know his name
Praise his deeds to assuage their pain
Of the pauperised pious with their anxieties
Let it be known that he has killed your deities
Lost in the plagues of locusts there're no prayers to answer
You might bend the knee, as he destroys like cancer
One from Heaven, fallen, but the grave's his region
Ne'er say his name, for his name is 'Legion'

He fanned the flames of the forest fire
And dragged out the hatred found in ire
Whilst cursing all the oceans with the sea salt waters
That were overlooked by his, illegitimate, siren daughters

Now those waters rise as his inhumanities swell
And what was Heaven is here, but with a path to Hell
For he butchered Mars and drowned Poseidon
Then walked a scorched earth trail beneath the burnt horizon

A Burnt Horizon

He lay with Venus and drowned Poseidon

And fought with Mars beneath a burnt horizon

He ransacked Heaven and drank from a holy grail

Then walked a righteous path of a scorched earth trail

He sowed the seed, but razed the crop

And drained the wells of every drop

Of unholy souls he's still the keeper

And works in league with the darkest reaper

So the pauperised pious with their anxiety

Sought salvation from their appointed deity

But there was naught to find, no prayers to answer

For he destroyed it all like a malignant cancer

He fed the consuming maelstrom of the forest fire

And teased out the hatred born in innocent ire

Whilst poisoning all the oceans with the sea salt waters

That were overlooked by his own siren daughters

Now those waters rise and the deserts swell

And what was Heaven is here, but with a path to Hell

For he defeated Mars and drowned Poseidon

Then walked a scorched earth trail beneath a burnt horizon

I'd Choose The Noose

I'd choose the noose; what about you?

Would you choose the noose too?

You probably haven't thought about it yet, I'd bet

All's well in your world I guess; all is fucking well

Just the occasional dreary Sunday, next stop Monday

Quietly contented; Mr happy-go-lucky!

As that grim reaper in the souk once said...

'That's good business for you, no good business for me!'...

'You fucky, fucky!'

So you fucky, fucky Mr happy-go-lucky

Because this is no good business for me

I'd choose the noose... but it's just a thought

Of a loop in a rope pulled fucking taut

Cos there's this cunt that lurks within my head

And I'm fucking sick of every fucking word he's said

He goes on and on and on... and fucking on

'You're so precious, you're so right - don't go down without a fight'

Well I just wish he'd fuck off

Just fuck off and leave me alone and on my own

Cos on my own I'd find some clarity

And laugh out loud with debased hilarity

I'd choose the noose, what about you?

Would you choose the... oh, you've gone

Where the fuck have you gone?

Mr happy-go-fucky-lucky don't leave me alone

Alone with this cunt in my head!

Some cunts are sweet, this one's evil!

'So fucking evil and I'm in your head'...

'And I've heard every fucking word you've said'...

Oh God of fiction I'm not fucking dreamin'

Cos this cunt within me is my own personal fucking demon...

...and there's no escape, I can't break loose

And he's here with me as we choose the noose