Author: thejrpc

Jack of all trades.
Master of none.

Slaving away.
Under the burning sun.

This time.
We have not won.

If we could begin again.
We would.

Remake it.
We should.


Time fades.
Rust never sleeps.

A carnival of charades.
Mavericks and creeps.

Return to basics.
A long way back.

That single vision.
An historical fact.


Tired hands.
Weary minds.

Searching to find.
A little more time.

Beauty in destruction.
Make no sound.

A new construction.
Built from the ground.

Freshly ploughed field.
We know the deal.

Time to make it.
Right.

Dont put up a fight.
Submit.

To the passing
of time.

To the storm
that will come.

Upon the morrow.


Straight and narrow.

Lies the path.
Ahead.

The mud will cling
to our boots.

Listen to
the chatter.

Of the hedge sparrow.
Work the harrow.

Over this land.
As we planned.

He sang the song
of the golden dragon.

Poor pilgrim.
Hazardous journey.

A simple
meaningful ritual.

At a wayside shrine.
Connected to the divine.

In place and time.
What’s his is thine.

Played the fiddle.
Told his riddle.

Of how long before.
In days of yore.

The golden dragon.
Had made it happen.

Line of trees.
Settling in the breeze.

Black horse on the horizon.
White light on the hill.

I don’t feel the thrill
of the chase anymore.

No magic pill.
To replace the grace.

The red fox stops.
No tracks on rocks.

No ducks
on the stream.

The blue bird sings
of all these things.

No heroes
on this battlefield.

We can’t stay.
Another day.

Once the blood
has drained away.

Take up your
sword and shield.

In this black thick mud.
Hope and pray.

Send a raven.
Help us today.

No man’s land.
Is no haven.

On my command.
We leave as planned.

Only death
can save us now.

And with it
bring peace.

Be brave.
Walk the path.

Prepare yourself
for heaven’s wrath.

Only boring people
get bored.

Missed a chance.
Ignored.

The tree that fell in the forest.
Made no sound.

As profound.
As being drowned.

By silence found.
Telescoped.

Until you can’t cope.
Lose hope.

Reach for the rope.
Kick the chair away.

Not today.
Time to be.

An open mouthed spectator.
Watching the world.

Give yourself permission.
To live a life unfurled.

Cemetery shroomage.
Damp ground plumage.

Bonkers conkers.
Hard nut scuffed.

Small plots.
Lots of love.

Old trees.
Hardened tough.

Wind blows.
Just enough.

To pile up.
Wet leaves.

Where are the jewels buried?
Where are the rusted rings?
The forgotten and treasured.
Important things.

They took them all with them.
To the depths down below.
Garlanded and wreathed.
In a world of saddened sorrow.

Lying cold in state.
Boxed in and straight.
Flesh that decayed.
A long time ago.

Diamonds and Gold.
Silver and Jade.
So many glorious gildings.
Never more displayed.

The bones will remain.
Because they contain.
Dreams and memories.
Over many centuries.

We can’t take them with us.
These trinkets of ours.
All we can do.
Is value the hours.

Sleep well tonight.
Tomorrow we fight.

In the new dawns light.
We will take the chance.

To make it right.
No time for romance.

Afterwards we will dance.
To the sound of our enemies screams.

Nothing will appear as it seems.
It won’t be like our dreams.

Hopes or fears.
Dry your tears.

Hold steady.
Be ready.

To tame the hoards
and claim our rewards.

A glowing slab of hypnosis.
The joke is.
On us.

Thumb twitch addiction.
Dressed up as connection.

Never mind the time
date or place.

Notification terrorism.
We can’t keep pace.

Catch up.
Match up.

A storm in a cup.
From which we sup.

Record everything.
Remember nothing.

With random access memory.
We fight for virtual supremacy.

Update yourself
and reinstall.

Upgrade to the next
version of you.

The operating system of life.
A tool of control.

That promises
to make us whole.

We used to write letters
and wait
for the post to come.

We used to go out
get lost
and have mystery fun.

We used to get bored
and try
to beat the humdrum.

We used to sit around
play board games
until we won.

We used to drink
all day
like father like son.

We used to ride bikes
and climb trees
until the day was done.

We used to make dens
in the woods
with our imaginary guns.

We used to fish
on the canals.
Never caught one.

We used to play in the streets
bruised knees
cut thumbs.

Now we just stare at a screen.
Linked to a machine.
That makes us dumb.

The tidal flow
of the traffic
down below.

The pop crackle
of the bikes
exhausts.

The brake squeal
of the cars
at the lights.

The rumble thrum
of the demograph
a biography.

Of the streets.
By the streets.
On the streets.

No retreat from.

The tidal flow.
Pop crackle.
Brake squeal.
Rumble thrum.

Fake it till you make it.
Take it.
Dont break it.

Up to the lake.
Its surface opaque.
Time to shake.

Off the cobwebs.
Leave them.
For dead.

A moment of dread.
Instead.
Dive in.

Ice water.
So cold and clear.
Taught her.

To persevere.
Hold on dear.
Have no fear.

Of a magical souvenir.

The wind
that shakes the corn.

The rain that makes it grow.
Will never know.

What dreams
ripple through the fields.

At night.
When the wolves come.

Tell me what you see
in the flames.

Signs.
Numbers.
Names.

A history
of shames.

That in the gold
light of day.

Burn cold
and decay.

A catalogue of errors.
New night terrors.

Dressed in white.
Through the fog.

Chase the black dog.
Away.

Another day.
Of chrome and steal.

Makes me feel.
Real.

Water from your eyes.
Reinforced the ties.

That bind us together.
Go hell for leather.

Hate the game
not the player.

The fear was real.
No chance to appeal.

At a time called right now.
In a place called here.

Signed.
Sealed.
Delivered.

I’m yours.
But no applause.

This performance.
Was private.

Held.
In quiet.

Uncompliant.
Self reliant.

Defiant and true.
One another.

We knew.

Shoot him down.
The last man in town.

A weathered frown.
From a mystic clown.

Here comes the water.
Watch him drown.

A floating crown.
Found.

Body bound.
No sound.

After miles.
Sustained by the smiles.

Of a chosen few.
Not me or you.

A golden age.
Dont.
Turn the page.

Extreme talent.
Gallant.

And true
to the dream.

Supreme pleasure.
In the delight.

Of a
bright light.

Until it wasn’t.
Turned transparent.

Apparent.
For all to see.

Good men.
Doing bad things.

Hostage to
swings of fortune.

The cost is
measured.

In treasure
and booty.

Do your duty.
Absolutely.

Prepped.
Fools on parade.

Stepped out of
the shade.

Ghosts
in the machine.

Just a dream
taken to extreme.

Kept what they had.
By giving it all away.

Shafted.
When drafted.

In.
To do the dirty work.

Clean up the mess.
Confess.

The sins of youth.
Uncouth.

Revolution.
Reveals the truth.

It is my fault.
I think.
That you have forgotten
to fear me.

Watch me.
Take up arms.
Point the blade
into a shaft of sunlight.

The enemy without
may be fought with swords.
The enemy within
more insidious.

Let us see to our plan.
Do what we can.
With the time that remains.
Words contain.

Multitudes.
For fools.
Dancing folly.
Prancing jolly.

Until they remember.
A tortuous temper.
Designed to dismember.
And render.

Opposition obsolete.
Bend the knee.
Kiss my feet.
Fealty is complete.

My mind
is like a whirling dirvish.
Spinning
to an ancient rhythm.

Like a big black oil barrel.
Careering down a mountain.
Over and over.
It rolls.

Down.
Down.
Down.
Down. Down. Down.
Down.


My mind
is like a restless drum.
It never tires
of pounding.

Like a generator on overdrive.
Like a steel blast furnace.
Like an undersea network cable.
Like a tape on a loop.

It never stops.

Familiarity numbs the senses.
No pretenses or

Sympathy for
the killer of dreams.

Hear the screams.

As he strides overland.
Division bell in hand.

Mocking the afflicted.
Unrestricted.

In his violence.
The killer of dreams.

Took the old back road.
Through the autumn cold.

Dark mountain night.
Make it right.

Boats burning
in the docks.

The clocks stopped.
Twice.



Never dropped
our guard.

The water
churning hard.

Engines revved up.
Like a storm in a cup.

We don’t collect on Sunday.
Can’t clear the runway.



Another job on the run.
No longer much fun.

Desire.
Burned up in the fire.

A morning fog rolled in.
Uncontrolled.

Blew the embers.
Like gold.

The brew.
Just me and you.

“The milk shalt never touch the bag”
Take a drag, gag and sag.

We lag.
Confused.

Amused.
By the comings and goings.

The everyday folk.
A big joke.

All fun.
Once it’s begun.

Till you tell a story.
Murky and gory.

The chain gang sang.
Ready to hang.

Stuck to my role.
Didn’t even win a bowl.

Of soup.

Stand alone on the rocky outcrop.
No need to stop.
When I’m on top.

A moment of movement.
Whatever’s most prudent.
Just for amusement.

Show me some side eye.
Feel the mercenary high.
Say a long goodbye.

To the doubters.
Neigh sayers
and slayers.

Come run to me.
Hassle up
and fortify.

Dont deny.
I.

Her name was Debra.
She crossed at the Zebra.

Looked both ways
just to make sure.

No careless driver
had their foot to the floor.

Left, then right.
Made sure that her plight.

To get across alive,
survive and thrive.

Wasn’t ended by Clive
on his daily drive.

Oh Debra!
Watch that Zebra.

Doesn’t take you for
a ride.

A cunning plan.
Divide and rule.

Me no fool.
Use their hearts.

As the tool.
To take it all.

Nothing to break the fall.
As they’re torn apart.

Limb from limb.
Too dim.

Living by touch and sound.
Subconsciously drowned.

The agony and thrill.
With me still.

Something so deep and great.
Can you relate?

Sleep lulls me away
to the land of the dying day.

We sometimes pray
to a higher power.

Spiritually we flower.
Then die back.

Into the void.
Destroyed.

The day will run away from me.
Be it so.

Let it flow.
In the know.

A light around the bend.
Not the world’s end.

Dont pretend.
Transcend.

Everything’s a thing now.
Plough on and take a bow.

You are what you allow.

Put your glad rags on.
Do your face.
Style your hair.

By tomorrow.
No one will really care.

The lights will blind you.
Your head will swell up.
Like a balloon.

As the crowd applauds the songs.
You will feel like
the only person in the room.

Everything you thought was wrong.
Will ultimately be right.

You won’t know.
Which side you thought
you were on.

Exit stage left.
To rapture
and be gone.

Another wasted day.

I hid away.
From the dying light.

This I
that is central
to everything
I do.

More me than you.

More we than me.

Is how
it should be.

Red hot coals.
Burn the old scrolls.

No retreat from
the white heat.

Every fire
tells a story.

Flickering reminders
of loss and glory.

Walk towards the light.
A million points.

We fight.
For what we think is right.

Hard work.
Recovering the satellites.

Big River.
Wide and Strong.

When Big River was young.
This was all gone.

What Big River has seen.
We could never dream.

Big River Cold.
Can make you shiver.

Come hither.
Life giver.

Big River.
Can’t outlive her.

Big River.
Deadly silent sister.

Old lies and shame.
No one to blame.

Burned up in the flame.
Nothing the same.

Lack of control.
No role.
For me or you.

Nothing more to say
or do.

It came alive
in my hand.

Now.
I understand.

The music of the spheres.

As the leaves fall.
We stand tall.

Like trees.
In the cold breeze.

Dry your eyes.
Look to the skies.

There is no disguise.
Or prize.

What you see.
Is what you get.

Vulture Prince.
Rise, convinced.

Take the blade.
Out of the shade.

Scythe, deadhead.
Burn the stubble.

A pile of rubble.
Seeds saved.

Cold downpour came.
Shifted the blame.

An idiot
lost in the rain.

My illusion.
My pain.

The capacity to endure.
A valued skill.

No battle of will.

Living a daydream.
Unseen.

Partially serene.

Hiding
in plain sight.

A choice
not to fight.

My right.

My power.
To have no opinion.

Refuse to be
a minion.

To anyone else’s
dream.

A wild ride
through space and time.

Like drinking terpentine
without the puking
with the love.

Holding on
for a while.
Showing style.

Honour and grace.
In the furious race.

No one thought
this place.
No one thought
now.

There is something about ferns.
That makes me yearn.

For days of youth.
Searching for truth.

In all the wrong places.
Same faces.

Burnt the embankment down.
Acting a clown.

I didn’t start the fire.
Just watched the flames.

Grow higher.
No desire.

From me and my friends.
To make amends.

It’s in the milliseconds.
That life happens.

Not here.
Not now.

But right there.

Blink you might miss.
The occasional bliss.

Manipulating time.

Out of sight.
Out of mind.

Illuminated.
Sublime.

Killed something today.
Part of me that
wouldn’t go away.

Now the joy
I feel.
Is real.

Unencumbered zeal.
A broken seal.
Nothing to conceal.

No longer will I kneel.
A licence to reveal.
The real deal.

Plan for the worst.
Hope for the best.

Certain
that nothing’s certain.

All the same.
Crooks.

Cooking the books.
Just a blip.

Another trip.
On the merry-go-round.

The mind killer thriller.
A play in five acts.

Meteoric rise.
Hubristic zenith.

Dramatic downfall.
Sordid death.

A blurred legacy.
Based on heresy.

What a difference
a day makes.

Upped the stakes.
Winner takes all.

No longer enthralled.
Standing tall.

As the night draws in.
We begin to dream anew.

Another me.
Another you.

From the top step
you can see for miles.

Bending time.
Through the trials.

Getting back to new.
Changing the view.

You can walk a mile in my shoes.
But I can never be you.

Not here to take part.
But to take over.

Keep it smart.
Restart.

Soft focus
on the days glad tidings.
Time releases
the bindings.

Of tension and regret.
Aims not met.
Yet.

Hard focus
on the days sad truths.
Dont need
the proofs.

The what for’s and why’s.
Until the next sunrise.

Call off the search
for your soul.
Greet your goodbyes.

The Pendulum swung.
Nothing could be done
to balance.
Things.

No need.
To dance and pout.
Or let it all hang
out.

A moral drought.
Caught nowt.
But the dregs
of doubt.

Throughout.
We thought to flout.
The rules.
No clout.

Snap out of it.
Dip into the daydream.
Not as daft
as it seems.

Drift in.
To the centre of the city
at night.
Waiting for you.

We shared some ideas.
Hopes and fears.
Passed down
through the years.
Amongst stinging tears.

One shot.
Was never enough.
Thought we were tough.
Living through the rough.

Take your comfort
where you can get it.
Celebrate the little things.
Resist attempts to pull you in.

The war was never without.
But within.
So raise the red flag
and fight to win.

I sit amongst the dead
all the time.

Try to make it
my own.

They don’t talk.
Too meek.

To speak.
In the daylight.

I don’t come at night.

Cheap thrills.
Speed kills.
Keep taking the pills.

A beautiful mistake.
The earth did shake.
For our futures sake.

Fall in love with the pain
An emotional stain.
Hard to explain.

A concrete enclosure.
Full of exposure.
Primed.

The day after tomorrow.
Living on borrowed.
Time.

Dirty water.
Lambs to the slaughter.

Neon green.
Everywhere.

The new normal.
Gracious and formal.

A thousand suns.
Burning bright.

Knight to King.
Check mate.

Carved in stone.
For a million years.

Tomorrow land.
Another day.

A billion ways.

Built a temple on the hill.
For the passion.
Not the thrill.

Foundations laid.
On rocky ground.

Beliefs in stone.
Stored safe and sound.

The beautiful empty.
Sucking me dry.

Prepared to give everything.
One last hard try.

Arms stretched out.
Stood straight and stout.

Ready to receive.
Conceive, believe, achieve.

I’ve seen darker
things at night.

Some people.
Put up a fight.

While the smarter money.
Let me tell you, honey.

Is on those.
Who walk away.

Leave the feelings
To decay.

Sharp tongues.
Leave us reeling.

The setting suns.
Forgotten dealings.

They did what we hoped they wouldn’t.
Some believed they couldn’t.
Others that they shouldn’t.

But they did.
While we hid.
God did not forbid.

In the pouring rain.
Our house timber framed.
Waiting to be maimed.

So near.
The fear.
We could hear.

In beating hearts.
Higher frequencies.
Kept us apart.

Left us numb.
Primed to succumb.
No knock did come.

Sometimes, you can have too much power.
Crushed a flower.
In the palm of my hand.

How I came to understand.
Same same.
But different.

Efficient intelligent design.
Fine lines divine.
Imperfect precision refined.

The killing fields spread out below.
Deathly silence to the plateau.

What happened, only rumours tell.
How one side breathed a last farewell.

The other wrote the story plain.
Their heroes did not die in vain.

The richest seam in history.
Gold veins shrouded in mystery.

Scattered amongst the rocks and dirt.
Nothing but pain, misery and hurt.

Until, one day, an army came.
Tried to force them off the claim.

A fight to the bitter end ensued.
With picks, axes, their weapons crude.

The only thing they ever found.
Bones and souls left in the ground.

Put a hand into the fire.
To test the strength of my desire.

Repeated dreams that had expired.
Left me weary, worn and tired.

Walked up to the highest spot.
The well trod path no one forgot.

Thick black lines under the eyes.
I looked towards the clearing skies.

For refreshing respite and new meaning.
No feature there at all redeeming.

Sat down with the new sun on my face.
Considered the possibility this was the place.

To start afresh, to start anew.
Inspired by the years debut.

Running on a blade.
The past doth fade.
Into oblivion.

Beyond the stars.
Past Jupiter and Mars.
A vast criterion.

The new religion.
Of replication.
Saviour of the nation.

Not enough to keep us alive.
We will not thrive.
Under these conditions.

In the face of the fabulous new.
Their first thought is to kill.
Not just for the thrill.

So we run.
Into a desperate future.
Hopeful for a new producer.

A dangerous coincidence.
Anamoly of incidence.
Impossible twin DNA.

Cells interlinked.
Miles off base line.
Intelligent design.

Find the miracle child.
In the rain soaked wild.
Blood stained streets.

Hide our conceits.
From threatening elites.
Who kill on a whim and a say.

On our knees to pray.
Like the time before the blackout.
When our history was hacked out.

Dream makers.
Deep fakers.
For legislators.

Now raining fire.
A constant desire.
To not be retired.

The world will break.
So much at stake.
For a new sunrise.

Over a kingdom of fear.
A future so near.
If we could only touch it.

Sometimes to love someone.
You have to be a stranger.
To protect them from danger.

Love.
Or mathematical precision.
Time to make a decision.

We do not know.
What pain is yet.
But we will learn.

A purple setting sun.
More dark fun.
On the run.

With our rag tag.
Band of brothers.

No thought.
For the mothers.
Of the others.

As we gunned them down.
On our way through town.

Twilight hid our escape.
Into the interior landscape.

Across the silent prairie.
We did ride.

Damnation on our side.
Salvation denied.

We danced with the devil.
In the cold moonlight.

Safe in the knowledge.
He had our backs for the fight.

What was once just a jaunt.
Our dreams now do haunt.

The true meaning of our infractions.
The consequences of our actions.

Woke under the morning dew.
No thoughts for the massacred few.

Whose lives we’d taken.
Their futures forsaken.

For a bag of gold coins.
That girded our loins.

On to the next town.
To rampage and murder.

A heathen consciousness.
The only observer.

A look into the future
Another rainbow.
Hangs over me.

The chance to be free.

A glance into the past.
Another cloud.
Hangs over me.

The chance to be.

A breath in the present.
Another hot sun.
Hangs over me.

A chance to.

Future.
Past.
Present.

A chance.

Wojack attack.
Left back to right back.
To get back into the game.
Last chance for fame.
A nightmare on the marshes.
Left on their arses.
The injustice keenly felt.
A tough hand they were dealt.
But no time to cry.
The defensive line high.
Cross bar denied.
The Sharks survived.
No points dropped.
Its tough at the top.

Across cold muddy fields.
Chased the light.

The end in sight.
Of midnight deals.

Are you ready for the storm?
Are you ready for it?

It will come.
Transform the norm into.

A situation of promise.
Grass will grow again.

Trees will bud and fruit.
Nourished from the root.

By the turn of year.
My song will be sung.

The old and young.
Will dance and cheer.

Grins from ear to ear.
As fear will disappear.

Donk, bosh, dink.
Docklands on the brink.
No time to think.
About the opposition.
In piggy pink.

An historic battle on the docks.
Goalie with the wrong socks.
Mus with no locks.
Skills like a wiley fox.

A lot of pushing and sliding.
Across the turf they were gliding.
No one was providing.
The Quays defence was subsiding.

A top of the table clash.
Mr Crow surveys the trash.
The action slap dash.
Through the puddles they did splash.

2 nil the final score.
It was far from a bore.
The fans left wanting more.
Sunday league strolls we adore.

Black smokes rises
above the blood soaked plain.

Rich pickings abound
from the bodies of the slain.

Savage battles rage on
in the pouring rain.

Banners held high.
Ripped and bloodstained.

Flaming arrows fly high.
Tactics arcane.

Champions on each side.
Fight on in vain.

New attack lines drawn.
By the orders of the Thane.

Those in high command
not feeling the pain.

Perched safe on a hill.
Giving orders inhumane.

No winners on this day
of an endless campaign.

Understand the lay of the land.
Old axe in hand.

A one man band.
Hard work tanned.

Dont misunderstand.
The duties of the damned.


The cold hard earth.
A chance at rebirth.

Feel the dearth.
His lack of mirth.

Feet warmed by the hearth.
In the house by the firth.


Endeavoured to find.
What got left behind.

When the future declined.
The path forward streamlined.

A confused state of mind.
To his fate resigned.

Exposed at the highest level.
In defeat she could revel.

In the indubitable truth.
She’d left it all on the line.

A moment fixed in time.
As the final bell did chime.

Lived to fight another day.
To try and win another way.

Put in the work
and make it pay.

This time.
This time.

Bob and weave.
Twist and turn.

Prove to everyone.
That she had learned.

That a fighters spirit.
Could not be stopped.

Just because
she had been dropped.

When the red roses die
will it make us cry.
Or let out a sigh.

I ask myself why.
The end is nigh.

For such blooms
of fabulous delight.

They’ve put up a good fight.
In summers warm plume.

Feasted on the light.
Survived the leaf blight.

Grown to an impressive height.
From their earthy winter tomb.

Now encased in that seasons.
Cold dark silent doom.

We look for the reasons.
They die in the gloom.

No longer the strength.
To beautifully illume.

Within a day.
All the leaves were gone.

Once looking proud and strong.
Now forlorn and wrong.

A winter storm had come.
Left it cold, naked and numb.

Roots deep.
In the concrete jungle.

Its great great Dutch uncle.
Took a tumble.

When the lime disease hit.
They were close knit.

From the same stock split.
Every year to recommit.

Now was the time
to hunker down.

Like a shanty town.
Under an eiderdown.

Tall, slender and brown.
A survivor renowned.

Riding the crest
of a wave.

Trying to save.
My soul.

Following a shoal.
As we flow concave.

Heart beats loud in my breast.
Passing the test.

The ocean rests.
Suggests more to come.

A thrum like a drum.
Audible only.

To the atuned ears
of a beach bumb.

Body cold and numb.
Drenched in wet fun.

Here comes another one.

Saw God.
In the numbers.

Every man for himself.
The chosen few.

Lined up to queue.
A chance to shine.

True belief held.
Not benign.

Pride swelled.
No deceiver.

Oh L’Amour.
Once pitiless poor.

Now gold guilded.
Iron strong.

Now that you’re mine.
Tell me you’re a non believer.

The drop that made
the cup run over.

The spark
that lit the fire.

The punch
that sent him to the ground.

The stone
that finished the spire.

The ray of light
that lit the room.

The man
that jumped the wire.

The last chord
to complete the sound.

Of this
we shall not tire.

Stepped out of
the broken circle.

Trust no longer
on the agenda.

Living in a future
that hasn’t happened.

While searching for something
that hasn’t been lost.

A touch of frost
on the stone crag.

A dappled sun.
Shone bright.

Through the trees.
Onto the cold flag.

Scraped a knee.
Climbing down.

Stood at the top of the hill.
Over my town.

I was found.

A thousand midnights.
No day the same.

Kept me sane.
Trying to catch the moonlight.

We are in flight.
Hold on tight.

Light the fire on the hill.
Tell me what you see in the flames.

Hot blood pulses in our veins.
Exalted with the thrill.

Reach out.
We can almost touch it.

Infinite sky.
No wherefore or why.

Waiting for the day to break.
Everything at stake.

Lush green fields.
A summers yield.

Scarecrow bristles.
In the dying wind.

Not a care in the world.
Corn heart unfurled.

Presides over everything.

Job now done.
With the setting of the sun.

Loosens his drawstrings.

Tomorrow another day.
For the man made from hay.

A life on a pole to swing.

A hard rain falls.
On the ground beneath my feet.

Here now.
For you to meet.

Heart in hand.
Alone on the street.

Dressed up pretty.
All nice and neat.

Scarf around my neck.
Brow is beat.

I wait for the call.
Dont sense the deceit.

Switch from leg to leg.
On the cold concrete.

In my tired mind.
Check the balance sheet.

It doesn’t add up.
Low and incomplete.

Walk between the raindrops.
Turning to sleet.

Move into the shadows.
Less obvious, more discrete.

A car pulls up.
You gesture to the back seat.

Make myself comfortable.
Enjoying the heat.

We say nothing.
Something is offbeat.

The car speeds up.
Its trick or treat.

Ride on into the dark.
A journey bittersweet.

Never expected.
Its me you would cheat.

Look on down from the bridge.
Feel myself delete.

A lifetime.
I cannot repeat.

Saw my doppelganger.
Felt the pang.

Of recognition.
In another.

Big hair.
Broad smiles.

Both doing fine.
At the same time.

The real world appeared.
And so did I.

Across the street.
No chance to retreat.

From the mirror show.
No longer just a shadow.

Brought into the light.
A certified replica clone.

No longer alone.
Me, myself and them.

Opaque algorithms.
Outside existing laws.

No flaws.
Just understanding.

We lie like lizards.
Baking in the sun.

No fleet.
From the humid stun.

We should retreat.
From oppressive heat.

But soak it up.
Do it by the book.

Sink into sweet sweat
and try not to forget.

Where the angels play.
To survive the day.

Remember the wonder of it all.
In the time before the fall.

When the power still worked.
We lived together.

Didn’t care for the changing weather.
Underneath disaster lurked.

Before the blackout.
We sang the praises.

Of technology.
Throughout the ages.

We could see it through.
Or so we thought.

Then it all crashed down to naught.
Ill prepared for times to come.

Thought we could live life.
On the run.

Just one mistake.
Was all it took.

Now we can no longer look.
Into the eyes of our fellow man.

Because now we know.
It was all a sham.

I will tell you something.
Because it’s true.

So it moves you.
In the heart.

I will say it now.
Listen if you’re smart.

Its time to make
a brand new start.

Take everything you have been told.
From the wisest young to the very old.

See if it really works for you.
If it doesn’t, that’s a cue.

To finally throw it all away.
Leave it back in the yesterday.

Hold it up into the light.
Make sure you feel its really right.

And if it is,
then hold it tight.

Make it shine.
The brightest bright.

What a tangled web we weave.
Do all we can to not conceive.

Of a time and place
with no disgrace.

Of portents of the world to come.
Instead we run run run.

Like a child with a loaded gun.
A gruesome end will surely come.

Tried to find some common ground.
Gained something that could not be found.

10,000 ways that did not work.
A jewel that sparkled in the murk.

Tried to hold it all together.
A connection I could never sever.

However much I did endeavour.
It would never last forever.

Threw the towel in the ring.
Gave up on everything.
And everyone.

What was once lost
Was found.
Lying on the ground.

Staring at the sun.
Just for fun.
No need to run.

Or hide.
From the outside.
In.

Drew a line in the sand.
Took it all in hand.
Made a stand.

Mined your silver hair.
Under a tangerine moon.
Until too soon.

The day was born.

So you say.
You can’t make it.
There must be another way.

That’s OK.
Another stone
in my shoe.

Make amends.
Make do.
Nothing to atone.

For.
You and I.
Will still hold sway.

Try another day.
To make it pay.
We will share the sky.

Cheap thrills.
Singing the blues.
Paying our dues.

Will we win or lose?
Our time will come
to choose.

Just over the border.
I will come and join you.

They got away with it before.
They did not get away with it here.
Too near.

The lake bed exposed.
Bodies decomposed.
Rusty old boat sunk deep in the mud.

All dried up.
After the flood.
A cars hood.

Visible now.
As the shoreline recedes
From the reeds.

Make of it what you will.
Shriek at the thrill.
Go in for the kill.

If you dare.
The rust never sleeps.
Just creeps.

Water does not flow.
Nowhere to go.
You and I know.

That the time has come.
To plumb the depth.
See how low the level gets.

Dried up.
Like the dregs of
a storm in a tea cup.

No more tears can I cry.
I ask myself why.
Gazing into the yonder grey sky.

Rain pours from the gutters.
All the shutters.
Flung open, outspoken.

The oaken summer guest house.
Doused in soft light.
The days sodden blight took flight.

A warm sun over the horizon,
only a few wisps of white
in the vast blue sky.

After all the clouds and confusion
of the close-season.
A glorious summer is breaking.

Day and Night.
Guided by a light.

That burned inside.
Nowhere to hide.

We fought the fight.
To make it right.

A hive mind.
One of a kind.

Too blessed
to be stressed.

Obsessed to find.
Not left behind.

Out on the interstate.
We sealed our fate.

I held the gun.
As we ran toward the sun.

Put the red dress on.
You know the one.

Dance down the white line.
One last time.

The morning heralds a new joy.
We will gather and deploy.

What we have learned.
A hard truth earned.

Out of pain comes glory.
Keep telling that story.

Feel it all.
For nought we toil.

From rags to riches.
We slept in ditches.

Until the time came.
To start again.

Life on the see saw.
Living it raw.

Less is more.
Settle a score.
Foot to the floor.

Ragged glory.
Tells a story.
A different category.

Down by the river.
Trying not to shiver.
Arrows in the quiver.

Love to burn.
Taken our turn.
Little concern.

For the others in line.
Withered on the vine.
Or matured like wine.

A fable.
On the table.
Purchasable.

The price we paid.
Was worth the trade.
For a life high grade.

With the privilege.
Came the pain.

Nothing left to gain.
No bread from grain.

The strong got weak.
The rich got poor.

They were promised.
So much more.

The future looked bleak.
Dishonest and meek.

Down in the dirt.
Degraded, overt.

Until time passed them by.
No wherefore, no why.

All achievement asunder.
Their past left to plunder.

4.04
5.05
6.06
7.30

These are the times.
I wake.

Up like a restless pup.

No aches or pains.
Early morning flames.

Check the clock.
Take stock.

Lie stiff.
Like a breeze block.

Turn over.
In shell shock.

Start again.
In vain.

Heavy by name.
Heavy by nature.

Shifting crack was his game.
Pimping ho’s was his aim.

Keeping himself in the frame.
For hood fame.

Wheeling fast and loose.
With the truth.

Only the next deal away.
To make it pay.

Living day to day.
Since his youth.

Stealing and concealing.
He was living proof.

That a life in debt.
Was a life of regret.

Doing the devil’s work.
Was no quirk of fate.

His destiny of hate.
Not to make it straight.

Turned every modern theory
on its head.

From the comfort
of my garden shed.

Switched on the night vision.
Dialed in with acute precision.

To clearly see what others can’t.
The confidence to supplant.

Accepted methodologies.
Creating new technologies.

Striven to perfect original thinking.
From the challenge i could not be shrinking.

Finding concepts to repeat.
Refusing to accept defeat.

Until everything was made anew.
Another me, another you.

We walk the gilded halls.
Prepare ourselves for the falls.

Ties me up in knots.
Waiting for you to connect the dots.

Stagger around the lurid props.
While outside we can hear the shots.

Of the coming insurrection.
This guarded palace our only protection.

From the multitudinous hordes.
Warlords with swords and rewards.

Who won’t take no for an answer.
Our grip on this country regarded a cancer.

So we hide and we lie.
Preparing for a quick goodbye.

From the chaos that surrounds us now.
This place no longer our cash cow.

We’ll leave it brutally exposed.
Our rule no longer unopposed.

Talk to me.
My long lost friend.
Of things that used to be.

Tell me.
All the ways you’ve failed.
In trying to be free.

Lead me through.
The highs and lows.
Of your personal history.

I’ll listen.
As you rationalise.
Only what your eyes have seen.

You can share.
The story of the time.
They found you on your knees.

Explain to me.
The joy and fears.
That sustained you through the years.

Now the time has come.
To write it down.
The tales of jeopardy.

I’ll commit it all to memory.
Those days of penury.
A testament to times gone by.

Fulfil our destiny.

These are the glory days.
No matter.
What anyone says.

Soft focus.
On the velvet haze.
Of the blue lotus.

The summer sun’s rays.
Caught us in a daze.
Nothing could shatter.

Lay back on the earthy green baize.
Our eyes ablaze.
Minds amazed.

Let us count the ways.
We can appraise.
Before time strays.

Delays a new phase.
And we have to scatter.
Our mental chatter.

I don’t sleep.
Because sleep is the brother of death.

Hold my breath.
In the darkness deep.

Let the visions come.
This way is the only one.

Heart beats.
Like the heat on the streets.

I’ll take my time.
Own what’s mine.

Feel the emotions
of my devotions.

Until it all passes over
and i’m given closure.

Take a step into the light.
Say goodbye to the night.

The clock had stopped.
But the time was right.

A belly full of blood.
Waist deep in the mud.

Held a lantern tight.
Until it sparkled hot white.

Beloved and hugged.
While the land was scrubbed.

Searched for himself all night.
Long for the plight.

Only a fool would say.
He hadnt held sway.

Chasing rainbows.
Amongst the shadows.

Success grew faster.
Than his soul could master.

Walk between the raindrops.
Hear the echoes of the past.

A righteous feeling primally amassed.
Forecast.

Fables and fires.
Sables and sires.

Walk and talk down
the path you must stalk.

There is a hook in me.
One you cannot see.

The quicker we win.
The more time we will have to celebrate.

A victory not cheapened
with the telling.

Play fast and loose.
Call a truce.

Once the flood waters recede.
We will be drowning in honey.

Spread the ashes.
Hide the gashes.

Dip your toes
in the hot golden stream.

Feel the rising
of a wordless dream.

After three days
fish and guests
begin to stink.

No time to think.
On the brink.
In the drink.

Cut off at the head.
Lay on a death bed.

Talking to a shrink.
No longer pretty in pink.

Trying to go where
others fear to tread.

Following a golden thread.
Refused to be spoon fed.

A radical free thinker.
Caught hook, line and sinker.

On the fourth day.
Still held sway.
A rare display.

Cold and getting colder.
A vicious storm.
Gathered on the horizon.

Bold and growing bolder.
Wolves on the prowl.
Scenting fowl.

Hot and rising hotter.
The fire will protect.
Not neglect.

Clear and staying clearer.
The mind
of the idiot savant.

A phantom power.
Spread over the icy tundra.
Filled the void with wonder.

There is an echo
on my internal voice.
Every question I ask
bounces back.
No choice.

Crossed the line.
Thinking all would be fine.
A pantomime.
Question time.

So the sound rebounds.
Like in the haunted tunnels
at the fairgrounds.
The answer compounds.

Intensified and true.
A chance to renew.
Seek and ye shall find.
An aligned and just mind.

I wonder aloud.
Head cowed and bowed.
Afraid of the truth.
Like a hesitant sleuth.

Until the remedy arrives.
From the historic archives.
That no thought once set free.
Can ever harm me.

Swords in the dirt.
A line up of extroverts.

Ready for battle.
Skulls will rattle.

Prepared for war.
Guts and gore.

No backwards step.
Formation convex.

Crowns for Kings.
The desperate desert springs forth.

Life and death.
Taken in one breath.

Waiting for the sign.
To take what is mine.

By divine right.
Ready to fight.

To bleed.
For our creed.

Culture and beliefs.
Against the legacy thieves.

We will sacrifice ourselves.
Whatever our Lord compells.