Drumming in the Deep

Something that you said
Keeps circling round my head
Like leaves caught by a breeze.

You slam your angry door -
Cry: don't come back no more
As cars fly past beep beep.

I've lost the will to sleep:
Hear drumming in the deep,
A drum roll for a thief.

While waiting in your street
Earth quakes beneath my feet,
Night falls, I hear you weep.

My shadow’s on your floor -
Your jewels turn to straw
'Cause nothing is for keeps.

The new Moon lights the trail -
Feel: gust become a gale
As night begins to pale.

This hill has got too steep,
I'm starting to count sheep
To drumming in the deep.

My blood drips down your door -
Plead: mother, baby, whore
As thunder drowns my call.

Stars spin round in a whirl,
Teardrop becomes a pearl:
I've wished away the world.

Clouds creep across dawn sky -
Warn: you will dance or die
To drumming in the deep.

Dark Soul

“Call me Legion, for we are many” Mark 5.9, The Bible

In this vast desert called the soul
There is no Christ, no God, no Goal -
But all the demons of the dark unknown
Storm madly round this secret home.

A comet passes through the skies,
The trail’s reflected in your eyes;
Innocence in the aftermath
Is all that will survive our final act.

My yo-yo heart which pumps hot blood
Can only feel what’s understood;
What should we do? Who really cares?
Go count your bloody money in your stinking lairs.

Honesty is a sacrifice of joy,
Maturity is strangled without self-deception -
Anyone would think that a sensible boy
Would have realized this from the moment of conception.

The dice of evolution prove that someone's got to lose,
The cards are on the table yet we act like we can choose;
This spectacle, this horror-show, is more than I can take -
A nightmare of obscene design from which I can’t awake.

Human debris frame our lives as the garden turns to weeds,
Props and crutches hold us up to do our daily deeds;
But when razors slice your soul it is probably safe to say:
Things would have been like this any other way.

Can abyss be the name for this struggling state of mind?
Is super-sight the gift it brings or being super-blind?
Like Narcissus, trapped by his image in a pool,
I can't function without polishing my precious inner jewel.

Shun my masquerading if it’s too far out to wear -
Nothing really matters, nothing is ever fair:
There is no mask on Earth
which you can hide behind
to stop the dark sun rising
on the ocean of your mind.

Nought

This verse contains no message
'Cause I’ve nothing left to say -
I only wrote these words down
In the hope they’d go away.

But since you’ve made it to this point
I’ll leave you food for thought:
Is it the lesson learned that counts
Or what you’ve not been taught?

For those who can’t catch on to this
Are well and truly caught -
The hook, the line, the sinker,
They all add up to: NOUGHT.

Heft

do you feel the room grow cold?
do you feel the tale unfold?
can't make much sense of this strange story,
packed with heroes chasing glory:
I thought love was why we bother,
primed for action we just hover.

woke up in shock from dreams of leaving,
sweat-soaked sheets and stomach heaving:
can't work out why I keep falling,
no-one seems to hear me calling.

just say the word, I'll take you there,
unload this world for chaos knows where,
and lose all memory of the myth-made past,
live each moment like it's our last.

magic theatre - what's it worth?
a dance of death to find rebirth?
escape this heft, earth's leaden boots,
move into fifth, explore new routes?

so long, for now this time has come:
I saw the primal yarn being spun;
and so, you say, I played my part
to these loose ends right from the start.

the twisting trail leads us to here:
no more fun, no faith, no fear,
and all my hopes, those deep desires,
are melting in fate's heartless fires -
but do you feel the room grow cold?
do you feel the tale unfold?