Here are a few of my poems - make of them what you will

Why

Why do we wish for things That cannot be Why do we send people Into the dark sea Why do we tell ourselves It will be alright Why do we find reasons To start a fight Why do we live this way Why do we wait for better days

Identity Crisis

I am a magnetic point of light I am an insect in a field of snow I fight to set things right My thoughts begin to glow

I call myself the ancient warrior I am a knight in borrowed armour I crawl upon this icy land Sparks fly out from my hand

I am shattered and reconstructed Every pathway seems disconnected Reality dissolves as I grab it Like some careless alien bandit

I am a horse with no rider I am a wizard without a spell I am a rock without a spider I am a bucket in the wishing well

Ideas and possibilities flower In a staggering electric shower Endless words and nameless ways Fill the air with ghostly haze

I am not worried by this sight It arrives on its nightly flight I wait in quiet expectation I welcome it with hesitation

I am a rope twisted and cut I am priest in a tiny hut I am sun without a planet I am a freely spinning magnet

Madness never comes too soon I fill the oceans on the moon Where is my name and number Questions vanish in timeless slumber

These four walls cannot hide me With a million words to guide me Taking every moment forward Free to spend the full reward

Tell me all about it

Speak to me of roses and weeds Speak to me of trees in the breeze Speak to me of men and their dreams Speak to me of what it all means

Speak to me Of objects thrown Lands unknown A purple stone

Tell me what you'd ever know Tell me if you'd let them grow Tell me if you are a ghost Tell me what you hope for most

Tell me a story Make me laugh Tell me all about Your pet giraffe

Sing me a song About angels in flight Draw me a painting Fold it just right

Build me a prison Strengthen the walls Fill it with pebbles Hold all my calls

A short poem about nothing in particular

I whistle as I walk along I half remember ever song I am joined by fifteen angels in red I laugh as they fly around my head

Reasonable Progress
People walk through my life And they tell me their names I talk to them for a while Then I return to the flames

Wondrous Sights
And here we see a tranquil lake Filled with loving fish And over there a magic stone That grants ever wish
There may even be a city Where crystal people dwell Who ride around on snowflakes With funny tales to tell
If you do not see these things Don't think that you are blind They hide among the cobwebs In the corners of your mind
The Messenger
I saw a man with fifteen eyes Who wandered lonely through the skies His voice was soft like quiet thunder He asked me if I could still wonder
I told him I'd forgotten how He said that I should fix it now Or face the dire consequences Of using less than half my senses
The Valley of the Dead
I walked into the valley of the dead No evil did I fear I walked into the valley of the dead A million voices did I hear

I was deafened by the noise And quite blinded by the glow I watched in silent wonder And reflected myself into the shallow

My thoughts were stolen and converted Every idea became inverted I wandered toward a distant city Where all the people laughed so pretty

They greeted me with open eyes I felt that I had won first prize They kept no secrets and no lies Every day was a fresh surprise

I walked out of the valley of the dead Somehow I felt it was quite okay I remember all the people in that valley And send them a smile at least once a day

Untitled Poem (Turtles in the attic?)
I was born like a Japanese soldier I knew that I could never grow older In a world suddenly much colder The answers lie in a dusty old folder

The Healers
Medical disciples in slow thankless worlds Unknown and unheard they crawl on grey carpet They wait for the seventh season of their lives And search for the random chaos of events

Twelve in the way and twelve in the day Merrily saved and they fall down in play Thrown from the battle and grown in the sun Arranged in tight circles and then only one

Noah's Ark
When people come into my house, They start to crawl like a mouse, They whistle like the birds in the trees, And wag their tails as much as they please.

Freedom
Like a tiny bird in a golden cage A restless spirit on an endless stage Your soul is searching for an answer Come with me and be my dancer

The Artist
Between the world of man and the world of the saints, There wanders a man who sometimes paints, You might think him eccentric or maybe even weird, But believe me folks he is not to be feared, One day quite soon he may even be revered, In ways unknown his destiny has been steered.

The Modern World
Have we grown too sensible to believe in magic Are we all too tired to dream - how tragic Will we maintain this frantic acceleration Could we ever reverse all the disintegration

Many men in many places have their own serene faces They see with crystal clarity all of our disparity Listen closely to them and hear their pearls of wisdom Instead of all this chaos they dwell in the eternal kingdom

Journey of a Lifetime
People tell me to run through the famous city, Then they watch me wander along the beaches, When I shift the soldiers buttons, They sell me a jumper with extra sleeves

Relaxation
I walk down to the soft green ocean I see the perpetual waves in motion I watch a fish and eat a sandwich I drop an onion onto the beach

A story at Nightime
I saw a ghost in a jar of sand, He asked me if I had any jokes, I said I have no fear of candles, So he took me off to meet his folks

Dream Sequence # 53
I met a few people and I feel I know 'em So I decided to write them half a poem I'm a pacifist and a passenger I'm an optimist and a messenger

Disconnected Realities
Can we spend our money in all the nameless ways Can we enjoy the coming of the endless days Our lives inside of us are just disappearing Could it really be ourselves we are fearing

Revelation
I was resting on the bed one day, When the eternal flame passed my way, At the time I did not recognise it, But I slowly learned how to prize it.

Humanity
Everyone has a tale to tell A joke or even a magic spell Listen closely and you may see That I am you and you are me

Decisions Decisions
My doctor told me I was mad I said mate they're all so sad Then he told me all about the cost How all the little people got lost

I listened to his tragic story What happened to the ancient glory Outsmarted by their own inventions Despite their very best intentions

Now it's too late to say goodbye Silent objects pierce the sky Haunted by their own illusions Strangers talk of old solutions

Perceptions
People tell me I'm insane Because of chemicals in my brain They don't know they cannot see That I am living in eternity

Blurred Vision
My eyes were cloudy I could not see All around me there was such a mist To find out what the trouble may be I went along to see the optimist

He gave to me a riddle or two And three candles which were green and blue The candles he said were to light the way While the riddles were there to fill the day

I was so happy I almost shouted Some new ideas had already sprouted I thanked him with a golden flower We laughed together for half an hour

Anticipation
I waited for a moment But the moment never came I looked all around me But nothing was the same

In the distance a bird is calling All around me trees start falling A giant feather in a golden cup Crawling sideways I still look up

Schizophrenia
Walking around in a plastic dream I look into the mirror and scream Tormented by demons and unseen forces My mind is wild like stampeding horses

Why is it so Does anyone know Who is to blame Is everyone the same

I used to walk down the street And scream at everyone I meet So they locked me away From the world ev'ry day

I crawled through the walls So they showed me some normals They strangled my mind To help me unwind

I am a human experimental life-form My blood flows backwards to keep me warm My eyes have seen the truth inside In five days they will run and hide

I used to think I was a robot from outer space With wires in my head and a little plastic face I used to believe that I had such magic powers Which I would gladly practice for many hours

I used to think ants were crawling on my brain I stared at the world and only saw the pain I used to see monsters and ghosts everywhere I stayed inside and I really didn't even care

People ask me if I can save the world I tell them to leave all the flags unfurled People ask me about my frozen lifetime I tell them not to believe in the crime

People ask me about the human mysteries I tell them to jump up into the trees People ask me about the human struggle I tell them they should blow more bubbles

People ask me about the stars in the sky Which vanish in the twinkling of an eye They try to explain the way I behave Why I continue to rant and to rave

My choice is the choice of lifetimes Your choice is the choice of new crimes People ask me about the detrimental phrase I say words can confuse in so many ways

The world drags me underground I feel like I'm already drowned I suffocate in the open air I fall down and don't even care

I watch all the people silently screaming In a world of delusions tears are streaming While fools and lunatics lead them astray Into endless cycles of work and of play

In my mind I build a green forest Where monkeys frolic and birds nest The forest is real in every sense No need for alarms or even a fence

I like to paint onions with bright red faces I send them to people in various places They cut and they slice them into a bowl Or throw them downstairs to watch them roll

Mania
My brain is charged with electric force I feel as if I could walk though walls I'm not mad and I'm not insane I have lions and tigers in my brain

I live a thousand lifetimes every day I see the world in every possible way I feel connected to every living creature Surprisingly my mind does not fracture

I walk on clouds of vibrant mist My soul soars as if by an angel kissed I soak up knowledge like a sponge I catch the ball with an effortless lunge

Should I slow down or even stop Will my internal resources drop I don't know and I don't worry I have no need to rush or hurry