LOCKED IN.

I have seen the opening
Of a thousand hallowed halls
And I have touched the remnants
Of knowledge I’ll never hold
But from all of the faces
From all of the places
I have felt the rejection of old.

Now tight in dejection I lie
Like withered hand denied
There can be no salvation
Of the cause left long ago.

The token existence in which we relish
Can never disguise the reaches I cant
Though all is privation I had a dream one day ….

Yet sooner it ended the better for all
I cant climb the mountain for I don’t posses
The baggage that gives me the right.

Now far in the distance there is a cry
One for the ages and one for the rule
But none for the memory I have of you.

What was it like before the storm
Where the trees that now are torn
Upended and rootless they roam
Outcast and very last
But hardly alone.

So scoff, that’s alright, it matters not
There can be no return without fair
Trial by justice, trial by error
Always searching never to find.

That’s why the foundations
Built to last – have
Crumbled like the dust
Where is direction when trapped inside
Where is the solution when locked away
Who knows, who cares but I!

GRUM

LIFE ‘V’ LIFE.

There is an angel in a street
In a town not far from you
She stands alone so angelic
Yet she cries each and every day.

The signs on the wall tell her
(that) She should paint her lips
That in the end she is not
Her own woman all alone.

There is something in her eyes
That tells the struggles gone too far
Leaning against the post short of breath
She wretches fiercely in the morning stain (pain).

And the voice says “its all quite normal”
And the voice says “its all quite normal”
“Come see me again when I am sure
When the pressure bites into your heart”.

Sad and dejected by the parsimony
Scared that the gestation in only too real
She longs to die to be set free.

Did you see the posters, did you vote at all
What was the thought when you condemned
That angel oh to death, to a death never to return.

Well take a look at yourself and see
The pain, the hatred the misery
Look at the world tell what you perceive
The lost and the lonely all souls in trust
All a product of your one refrain.

Anti – the cry, life for us all
Not content with your own
Strike against those less fortunate
To spare them any way you know they will receive.

To be so callous, inflict that pain
Who are we to (totally) control their bodies
How can we claim to speak for a life
Not yet understanding, not receiving
Distant shame, humiliation
Is it all just a game to you or what you just believe?

GRUM

LETTING GO.

Solitude makes some sense
When what was had has gone
There seems so little point in
Dragging out the pain.

And so the single dimension makes its stand
Lopsided divided decision by one
Letting go feeling all the heart slip away.

Timing right to start afresh
Meet the decimal with new light
No tunnel strong enough to hold
The catcher in the rye.

And so the single dimension makes its stand
Lopsided divided decision by one
Letting go feeling all the heart slip away.

Steady as you go no regrets
What’s done is done and gone
All that’s left is fear
Fear for never knowing.

And so the single dimension makes its stand
Lopsided divided decision by one
Letting go feeling all the heart slip away.

Sweaty mornings wake with cold
Who was right who was wrong
It can never be the same – so wrong.

But stepping out to greet a changed state of mind
Is hard to capitulate to
Giving over what was to what could be.

And so the single dimension makes its stand
Lopsided divided decision by one
Letting go feeling all the heart slip away.

Destiny a faint ship on the horizon
Life but a flea floating in the field of desire
Always wanting the alter, never satisfied.

This is what is meant by sighing innocents
Staring longingly from stone archways
In the dying, crying sun of summers rest.

And so the single dimension makes its stand
Lopsided divided decision by one
Letting go feeling all the heart slip away.

Never forget, for that will hold you down
Go towards the stars you cried and be at peace.

Grum

LEST I FORGET.

Here I sit like father a son
Bent on one desire
Eyes cast down there is only one delight
To make the grade succeed, be there.

Time is just a thief set to steal your life
I am just a rag and bone man
Collecting all the dreams of those around
Praying their disease I might catch.

Learning my lines, no glossy magazines
Reading and remembering, oh my head aches
But a shadow grabs my stomach
And takes away its self-respect.

There are dusty strings upon the wall
I want to touch but ages cast
Disconcerting eyes to chagrin me
Cannot I have my chance yet – I want it.

Change is just a metaphor
For life that never moves.

Too late the die is cast my way
I smile and sup my beer
The warm liver nectar
To chide my dreams no more.

When placing ink on hallowed parchment
I place myself before the questioning eyes
To stand the test of challenge, I seek to
Brush aside the dust that hides my heart.

Torch the deceiver, I thought I could see
Reflection by the pillar, was salt sent for me
Teacher, teacher, teach what I know
Mould my mind so heart to follow
Make me what I am, I am, am you!

Liven like the halbern heretic
That I know never will arrive for me
Feeling like the death I warmed to eat
Sad like the object I wanted to lust
Seeing no exit, except where I came in
Heading for that warmth lest I forget – I forget.

GRUM

LEAVING.

So here it goes once more
Another chance to plug the gap
One more cue to make the grade
Mind and body energize
Before the time was nigh.

Yet having eyes cannot see
Plain no lies, no plutocracy
Banging head to shake the brains
Ranging the guns against the air
Don’t mind that there’s no-one there.

It seems strange to field a hope
That when the credits come to read
Someone somewhere still believes
That credits gone where credits’ due
Is that a dream to make believe – after all?

Know not ever, not a care
Tired are the eyes to climb this stair
Shadow lies the noose for that.

Time is the angel stealing the breath
Enemy and friend all rolled into one
Never to know the pain it wrought
Always to count – down to its end.

Lost has the soul ever searching
True is the spirit knowing it all
Gone is the music once sung
Left by back door, exit stage right.

Seeing is not believing
Knowing is never to do
Action the precursor of life
Dying the deed that it brings
Unable to sway the immovable
Chastisement not good enough
Shatter the need that lay within.

On the bed of nails it ends
Whisper comes to steal the breath
Unfinished sonnet, unfinished foe
Left to the innocents, never to know – or go.

GRUM

IN OUR DREAMS.

I feel alone when im not with you
destroyed and dejected I cry
How can I be expected
To live a life so cold.

In your dreams, the hope is there
That one day we will breath air – together
In our dreams, we cry for the right
To make our bed, so live and lie, live and lie.

If time is the healer of all the wounds
Did I ever really care enough for you
Was the feeling strong enough to bare
The burden of distance to keep us apart.

So they tell me our dreams are theirs
In the city of fear we make our bed
Giving it over to circumstance
Enslaved by desire to simply survive.

In your dreams, the hope is there
That one day we will breath air – together
In our dreams, we cry for the right
To make our bed, so live and lie, live and lie.

Can the believer really take it back
Watch the deceiver s/he will reveal all
I know the story, then so do you
Time is the healer, has it for you?

In our dreams, we pray for it all
In our dreams, we never fall
But life isn’t simple, if it was
Why is death so humiliating.

I have no heart to push the pace
There are no dreams that live like memories
No shadows to hide the destiny
From sight, I see, do you?
Walking like the living dead
I dread the sentiment I must share
Two parts are never a pair
Only halves of a conundrum never to be solved.

In your dreams, the hope is there
That one day we will breath air – together
In our dreams, we cry for the right
To make our bed, so live and lie, live and lie.

GRUM

LAURENTIAN SHIELD.

Looking through a hollow window frame
At the desperation outside
Wondering where it will lead
In this sullen, heavens hell.

I take my stupefacient
That seeks to stultify my mind
Closing another chapter’s rollick
Lovelorn for what I know not – not yet.

And as the hawfinch bends to drink
The feeling I have been there before
Sings like a madrigal beckoning me
To partake of this seasons solitudinal malaise.
I seek to seek the Chiltern hundreds
Though never have I raised my voice in angers stared
Not egregious nor full of effrontery
But effusive in my self sought demise.

Well filibustered once too often
I climb my ivory tower and so to sleep.
I’ve grabbed the jabot the magisterial onager
But there is no gavotte, the time I know
I will not heteroclyne for anyone
There is not enough time left inside.

Irony the thief of mind has come to
Leave me intestate, prostrate staring blankly
From inside this withered hell, I
Mesomorphate twixt living and dying
Too afraid to raise a cry knowing only
Those who breath are sure to die.

This seriocomic picture book paraphrase
Eking out existence to feel the
Catatonia that blames this on erstwhile pointless career.

It’s not without remorse I grip the taffrail
But the tryst has been appointed and I
Must reach to make the appointed hour
The willy-nilly fortitude has come to go and so return
A laurentian shield to wine and dine the soul
But always through this frameless window
We perversely call life.

GRUM

KILLING MACHINE.

How long will the mind be bent
The shoulder pushed to the wall
Will time be a saviour to set free
Or a shackle the weight to drag down.

Like the shadow only time will tell
Bending in toil to gain the grail
Giving up life to live like a fool.

So shouting like angels
The rooftops we employ
Harbour the sinister
That seeks to destroy – free will.

In a dream the world it seems
Like a fantasy come true
But alike in the distance
Is not the same at home.

So welcome, welcome
To the killing machine, Its real, its here, the killing machine.

Placing the charges from belt to belt
Counting the numbers till it doesn’t count
Numb at the thought of it.

So welcome, welcome
To the killing machine, Its real, its here, the killing machine.

Hurly burly the bustle of life
Organisation the disenchanter
Seeking not the battle
It endeavours to win.

And wild is the rose
Whose petals are tender
Young is the heart
That seeks to pretend(er).

So welcome, welcome
To the killing machine, Its real, its here, the killing machine.

Well here it is
The fledgling knows
Broken wings must grow into legs.

GRUM

JUST A WOMAN.

They sing their songs of bitches on heat
Of what they want to give, she knows she wants
Their lust heating up their jeans.

Big bad and dirty, drool at their seems
Itching for a loving
Know what I mean.

Cant keep control so turned on
By images, portrayal of demise
Born to lie, to live and lie right down.

There must be more to life
Than sweaty thighs and school boy dreams
Hanging tongue on the track
Wasted like object – desired and despised.

Well looky here, the time has come
Too late for apologies
The woman has come of age at last.

Join together as one to repel
The borders of your flesh that creeps
From unwarranted attentions sticking to you.

There is refuge from the fray
In mild brown eyes that turn to green
Here tomorrow is always today
You make your choice and so you stay or play.

No need to take the opposite path
This ones just as good
So face the stories, you might be seen as, a bitch in heat
But you are a woman first and foremost – be proud.

And there will always be those
Who say you dress to oh so impress
This might be true, what says you?

But unwarranted attentions sometimes please
So should you crave only these to feel so good
Yet resist when those who bolster your self
Fail to desist?

GRUM

JUDY.

Watching like a Cyclops
The image flickers too close
Nonplussed by demonic proportions
The sentiments are cold.
Then open to reveal bi-axially
Dreams are never at last breath
Revive, survive, has to be done
Come take the hand accept the rule
One more fool for one more day.

Its never past coffee time
Drink the wine taste this land
Where else lies the torment so enjoyed
Believe in hope and it will believe through you.
Who did wrong stepped on the toes
Why does image never become reality
If love is the angel where is she now
Can time be a healer, if it has the time.

Here yonder open mind and heart
Points the finger beckoning in
Trace the release without its ruin
Caught not unlike a rat in a race
Running, losing breath for one more circuit
Here is the stole from the former farce.
Take note of the note with which this lies
No lies bespoke the lips of babes
And where are they now, when given in
Set to face forever the oblivion so sought.

Shelter what was propagation, grow anew
Season like before and flower again
Shout, but speak in whisper tones
The name you seek to set free
The coil can never hold forever within
Its grasp the freewill.

Waiting is not defeatism
Tears not the enemy of hope
Hate is never an answer
Only trust can launch a thousand days.

GRUM