Chasing Rainbows

Sometimes I’m on it
Thoughts aligned
Chiming burnished dreams of gold
Sometimes the demons
Bring me down
’till the heat of the day turns cold
A mile below daylight
A day behind now
A fall to toneless end of the day
The overrun thought
The empty skin
The fight to hold darkness at bay
But I’ll rise up again
And I’ll smile again
The sun will come rolling over that hill
And it’s mine again
Over the line again
Life again bends to the weight of my will

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Journey’s End

I don’t know where I’m going,
I just know I’m arriving there soon.
I feel the journey all over my bones
While I’m whistling a familiar tune.

Some of these days are forever,
And some days are yesterday’s news,
Like a barefoot stroll in the sunshine
Or like wearing an old pair of shoes.

I’m going, I’m coming, I’ve lost it,
Like a shit, Friday night juggling act.
Stand clear, stand fast, but stand by me
My bullshit’s about to be unpacked.

stay

I see you
your blue world
straddling fine lines,
looking for signs
that your world has ended.
when did you grow so alone,
joy so outgrown,
straddling the line
between joy and time?

remember you were
absent pain
and will be again
staying bright in your days
your world will shine with colour
unfurled like a flower
blooming anew,
being you.

Mind Games

Where can I lay my tired head
Before the sick machine breaks
The gears inside may be whirring
But, such a beating it takes.
A little still less is holding hard,
A little less to take home to Ma
The trail of juice descends to me
Following me obediently to the bar.
My box is ready, my shit is packed,
My machine is straddling the limit.
My ending calls as my mercury falls
If this is my precipice, I’m on it.

Chasing Rainbows

Sometimes I’m on it
Thoughts aligned
Chiming burnished dreams of gold
Sometimes the demons
Bring me down
’till the heat of the day turns cold
A mile below daylight
A day behind now
A fall to toneless end of the day
The overrun thought
The empty skin
The fight to hold darkness at bay
But I’ll rise up again
And I’ll smile again
The sun will come rolling over that hill
And it’s mine again
Over the line again
Life again bends to the weight of my will

Journey’s End

I don’t know where I’m going,
I just know I’m arriving there soon.
I feel the journey all over my bones
While I’m whistling a familiar tune.

Some of these days are forever,
And some days are yesterday’s news,
Like a barefoot stroll in the sunshine
Or like wearing an old pair of shoes.

I’m going, I’m coming, I’ve lost it,
Like a shit, Friday night juggling act.
Stand clear, stand fast, but stand by me
My bullshit’s about to be unpacked.

Tickets to The Show

Are you a pointer? A giggler?
Earnest whisperer?
Do you put on your faux plastic frown?
Head shaker? Face maker?
Picture taker?
Is your smartphone recording the “clown”?

YouTube the “nutter”?
A “funny” video?
Let the world enjoy, the High Street attraction.
Do you know of them?
Or care about them?
For you to place ridicule, above your compassion.

They could easily be you,
You, easily them.
A broken world spinning around in your head,
Needing of care
Without ridicule
More, the compassion of society instead.

Care for the person inside,
Traversing their mind,
Turning corners and resorting to the dance.
Take your soft hands to theirs,
To impart your care,
To understand, and then ignore their circumstance.