Roll Forth You Stormy Tide

Roll Forth You Stormy Tide

Roll forth you stormy tide

And wash my mind

Clean the pollution

From my stinking life

How many pink pills

Must it take?

Before my rapid

Torrent reaches a lake

How many days off
Need I lose?

I'm working solely

For my rent and booze

The foamy waters rise

Above my sinking eyes

Soon I'll be diamond

Or vodka

Clear as oxygen

A stream rolls down the glen

Carrying my love
Whatever

Roll forth you stormy tide

And wash my mind

Clean the pollution

From my stinking life

How many friends will leave

Before it's done?

They all pack up and

Walk into the sun

How long will I reflect

On misery?

Till I accept the

Blessings of the sea

The foamy waters rise

Above my sinking eyes

Soon I'll be diamond

Or vodka

Clear as oxygen

A stream rolls down the glen

Carrying my love
Whatever

Roll forth you stormy tide

And wash my mind

Clean the pollution

From my stinking life

21st Century Forest Titan

21^st Century Forest Titan

Buried alive under the old forest

My limbs are tendrils curled round roots and stone

While above the pagans make their naked fest

I am the spirit of being alone.

Let fly horns bought at romantic supplies

The Celtic people dance round their fire

Nipples like gargoyles for the night flies

Will shun the existential void's mire

I hear the pumping of their feet as round

They leap and caper like faeries or dogs

I feel the fucking in my deepest sounds

And hear the oaths made in secluded bogs

I can taste the ecstasy in your piss

Rolling down my furrows into my streams

I am too old for these beings yet miss

The surreal passion that flows like dreams

There is a prophecy I will awake

But I do not believe in human rites

I will stay buried under these old woods

And under foot of these ecstatic nights.

The Universe Rolls On

The Universe Rolls On

You prayed for time to stop its wheels

As if you knew there were a god

The parts of you I see are of bone and real

But in your mind there's something odd

Something

Hazy, fading

With the moment gone

Conscious surrenders

To the dryad's song

Mystics, physics

Wave the magic wand

Atma forever

The universe rolls on

You stay in bed and close your eyes

Wishing that you'd disappear
Until your flesh breathes out a sigh

And you admit that you're still here

You're still

Hazy, fading

With the moment gone

Conscious surrenders

To the dryad's song

Mystics, physics

Wave the magic wand

Atma forever

The universe rolls on

No matter how deep you hurt

Or how profoundly you feel numb

I'll love this animated dirt
Your being that becomes

Something

Hazy, fading

With the moment gone

Conscious surrenders

To the dryad's song

Mystics, physics

Wave the magic wand

Atma forever

The universe rolls on

Bukowski Loathed

Bukowski Loathed

Leave us Chinaski
Leave us his racing slips and beer.
Leave us your model of what one shouldn't read
Grown amongst the flowers sits
A gnarled and wizened weed.

Oh you love to harp 
About how we should be
Don't you know
We are loathed
Loathed like Bukowski

Leave us with Henry
Leave us his factories and jails
Leave us your model of what one shouldn't do
When the clouds have passed your eyes
The sky will remain blue.

Oh you love to harp 
About how we should be
Don't you know
We are loathed
Loathed like Bukowski

Leave us Bukowski

Leave us Bukowski
Leave us his cigarettes and whores
Leave us your model of what one shouldn't be
The stars are dim, dim at day
But in the night they're free

Oh you love to harp 
About how we should be
Don't you know
We are loathed
Loathed like Bukowski

Euphoric Flashback (Take 2)

Euphoric Flashback (Take 2)

 

Dreamlike an astronaut paced like a spirit

The folk in the forest were chasing their hit

How simple the substance made you an ethereal

Being

You're back on the drug that you thought had all drained

And that kid in the photograph swaggers on stage

Those motorbike engines will scream through the trees

Once more

It must be a chemical within my brain

That infinite void where we are the same

I pray in that place that you'll never forget

About me

Dripped from your third eye the horror escaped

You cried laughter the instant your senses were faked

And yet you left the wood to its moans when you aged

Into dread

They said some year soon that you'd have to pay -

Smoke winds through the woods like a veil blown away

You remember a junkie who stared at nothing

At peace

It must be a chemical within my brain

That infinite void where we are the same

I pray in that place that you'll never forget

About me

You're drilling a tunnel back into those days

With your hole of a synapse that still reeks of haze

And your tread remains buoyant in spite of depressant

Effects

You want to describe that far towering sight

But your blood holds the only communion of night

And your words are submerged and you cannot bring them

Into view

It must be a chemical within my brain

That infinite void where we are the same

I pray in that place that you'll never forget

About me

Planet

Planet

Islands sink and sailors drink and

Land flows into the sea

As rigs explode, the set is closed

Around the river and me

I try to write yet it drips life

From depths I'll never beat

A pattern sewn by Earth alone

My stitching cannot pleat

From cycled waves of maelstrom graves

For bodies overboard

Come insect young, born on the tongues

Of heads that wash ashore

I can't begin to comprehend

The rules that spawned this hell

My thoughts wear down and circle round

Like convicts in their cells

We scuttle on this astral skull

Before our solar Ra

But human lips will never kiss

The tongue of the enigma

Our planet sets its hunting nets
Of time and patient pace

As one who floats among the suns

And far from human grace

Solstice

Solstice

When there's singing, loud and bright,

In a major key,

You're alive;

The weather's light;

We're sipping by the sea.

When I'm hooked on a buzzing,

Drunken symphony,

You're alive

And this warm night

We're all here

And happy.

Your skin is paper for the wind,

Your papers have been kept.

Your ash spelled out a final word,

And all your friends have wept.

We listened to the watchers pace,

We heard their dull steps fall.

Once more, they lit your blackened oil,

As it spluttered in its bowl.

Again, until the lamp had died,

And we blinked within the gloom;

Until the draining of the tide,

And the setting of the moon.

How this year was made so wide,

By the season of your doom.

Now faint, the solstice sun aligns

With the doorway of your tomb.

Drunken Poem

Drunken Poem

gleaming shards form
polished lines upon sheets sewn
with hazy mist
dark raingathers
awaiting purpose:
the tumult
slashes, flows
slips the realisation.
the storm
blasts apart humanity
denying their grip on meaning
like a confused kid
with a razor blade
praying to the deity
for creation's end