Why spit fire
When it is available
To dash your head
At alabaster feet
And die for nothing
If not the occasional
Flashes through the slits

In the breeze that
Brings the tide in
And fans the flames
I’m scattered I’m kindling
This is a heat
Winter wouldn’t bear
What chance in summer have i

But once blinded i
Keep blinded me
What eyes oh lord says pinudas
Will turn from you to you seek
What sight can diminish
The light in the darkness that you reveal
Behind the veil of velvet
Your love is the brilliance of galaxies




I know what I’ll do
I’ll jot down my thoughts
And you can see
If I was right
Our lives are no different
I’ve lived mine like I did
You a part of the conspiracy
While mostly quiet
is what I’ve been
i have been thinking
but the sound of my name cheers me
and therein lies my complicity
I’ve driven a crusader’s sword into understanding
But inside the blade has twisted and can’t be freed
And although it bleeds
I won’t leave it bleeding because
It is my grip that I cannot ease
And they are shouting
Some in terrible pain some in
A premature victory
although the subterfuge might work
how long can I pretend
that it is what I say it is