29 June 2005

Alternative Sonnet

In the darkest alleys
there is beauty
And in the brightest rooms
there is hate

You can find someone
lying in the street
Masking the pain
saying something more profound

Than the cleanest one
whose filth is hidden
Bubbling inside
like a wretched cauldron

It is a world of difference
Shrouded in perspective

20 June 2005

A Time For Destruction

Complacency had taken its hold
Like the roots of a tree
Binding it to the ground
It was time for the roots
To burst through the pavement
To destroy what man had set
As an artificial covering
Over all that was natural
Asphalt and concrete
Could only hold out for so long
Against a quiet but steady pressure
That was ready to push through
Until all that was restraining it
Would eventually slip away
Once the process was completed
It would be as if the past
Had never existed
And the future was taken for granted
Until the process
Would need to begin again

13 June 2005

Bloody Drag Marks Into The Past

The annihilation of style
To destroy all rules and restrictions
Is to free the spirit
Then one has to honestly confront
Life
No task is more difficult
Perhaps we should swear on the dictionary
Not the Bible
If our words are to have any sacred meaning
Shed all literary pretension
As a stripper discards her clothes
I find it hard to breathe when you breathe
I am suffocating half the time
Making my own way
Perhaps it is my own fault
But there was only so much I could take
Bloody drag marks into the past
Remembrance of our bodies entwined
Bright red against my hands
I can not remember paradise
It retreats into the shadows
Let us drink red wine in the open air
Love will stumble and fall
As we search the darkness
Your smile is the light
Your eyes are my heart
You are the muse that motivates my soul
I give thanks for your blessings
And carry on

07 June 2005

The Heat Leads To Dusk

The dirtiest streets
in the world
But I'm in love
People huddled together
in cramped buses
Going to who knows where
I don't care
Empty buildings
condemned
with holes in the roof and ceiling
Lie on your back
in your squatter's paradise
under a city lit night sky
Lesbians kissing on a street corner
on a windy afternoon
Wander the endless maze
encounter the familiar
and the strange
The rain doesn't bother me
neither does a scorched day
The heat leads to dusk
and I am ready