ARK.

Do you remember Monday’s Sundays
We used to run barefoot in the sand
Hope for days like this
To never disappear
And when the sun went down
We used to wish we were never there.

We had fun, in the sun
Saline in our hair
Chastised for kicking sand
We held our lives within our hand
When we lived within the ark.

Those times have come and gone
And what have we become
Tired bones that cannot move
Eyes that never see
Storms have taken toll
But we, we cannot breath
I used to hope that we could make it through.

We had fun …

Remember fathers face
When you told him you had wretched
Think about the devices haunting you
What is all the fuss and who we really are
Do you believe that time has come and gone.

We had fun …

Waking with the sun
Beating hard upon your bared head
Stealing life from you
Well, do you ever wish that that
Could ever come to visit you again.

We had fun …

So the good times that we had
Are once again relieved
Only dreams are made of celluloid
And sand is made of wool
Beyond the oaken door there lies the king.

We had fun …

GRUM

ANTISEPTIC.

Sitting dejected not quite whole
Like family of fools one brick short
There lies ultimate reason – somewhere
But where on horizon does it lie.

Though not yet empty, running low
A vacant gap lies where once was part
Now stilted by needle and thread so whole
The dullness of its pain reminding.

Forgone, not senseless conclusion
But rapture so far away
Lying like limp on green regulation malaise
Prying not quite sensibly to know.

The apportionment of blame
Cannot lie within the frame
If it was, was it not, not not ever
So give to the alter, the doubt just benefit.

A strange perusal of vision field
Reveals the wayward, the sick, the cool
Each an existence making no headway
Locked in the alter of catafalque.

Reach for the call, push to find its not there
Wretch in the night which leads to here
Turn out the light so dim and so rue
Stop the squinting let old iron be iron.

Feeling the symptoms passing slowly away
Acknowledging the faithless, as they betray
Its more than a shortlist red so well
Angels of mercy more mechanical than brave.

When putting the onus for help on another
The rule of the play is to rule the play
Let not the afflicted by high nor mighty
Caution is the wind that blows this way.
GRUM

ANOTHER BLOODY SUNDAY FOOL.

Though to sit is to rest
I find my spirit racing
Fighting to be free from
Free from all this coil.

There is a pain within my chest
A fear of harmony
To be just one of the deck
Another bloody Sunday fool.

I cannot tell a lie
I’m exhausted with the struggle
And it has gone too far
I want the ending I cannot reach
But I am the fool
For it already lies within my grasp.

It smacks of sin to leave
Vacation forever the cowards path
But those who know let go
They’ve been here before you know.

The tiredess comes over me
And the effort of will is drained
Gone is the semblance of reality
The lasciviousness of nature torn from mind.

Harken to the keeper, I have the keys
Do you know the gesture
The one that sets you free
Free to race the shadows into the dawn.

Come on play me another tune
One more rumination to chain
The tired eyes to flicker sheen
And men so brake a will.

Well I am just another bloody Sunday fool
Grasping for air tired of the fight
A living hell matriculate into
The beginning the ending I alone knew
So why delay get yours today
After all, freedom is but a metaphor
For no bloody choice at all.

GRUM

ANYTHING AT ALL.

I’ve been sitting here now
For a day and a half
Hoping this heavy cold might go
Leave me like mist on a summers morn
Caress my perturbing then disappear.

Yes this morning finds me
Much luckier than before
But here I cannot feel
Anything at all.

So you say the time has come
Long live hope, I hope it lives long
But this is not end, only just a moment
Real life has yet to begin
Words after all, they’re only words.
Yes …

I am tired please let me sleep
Just close my eyes and drift away
I’ll forget all about the feelings
I never had.

Yes …

Give me your number let me ring you back
Not today but maybe wait and see
I hold no grudges but no aces either
Playing so hard, I cant seem to win.

Yes …

Would you ever, ever give it to me
Could you ever let me run your way
Then why the sadness if its all OK
Do you, feel, that its all, a waste of time.

Now the haze has gone I see more clearly
You are there and that is over where?
Can the two not be divided
By the martyr, by the stolen statue
False promise false hero, he’s nothing at all.

Yes …

GRUM

ANGELS WITH DIRTY FACES.

He was a man just like me
Trying hard to do the right thing
Pushing hard with gentleness
Asking us to open our hearts.

But we were and still are
Angles with dirty faces
Living for ourselves
Angels with dirty faces
So far from our home.

Time has past since
We cast the stone when we ought
To have turned it on ourselves.

Still we live and always lie
Beyond the trees in heart and mind
Yet on this earth we cannot
Reach beyond our sight.

But …

Those out there trying hard
To do the right thing
They no not what they do
Yet they believe we must survive.

No longer taunting, taking
Selfness eats away inside
Till we can no longer feel
Just who we are – and we cry.

But …

Not deity nor sacrosanct
But giving how it should be
Playing the only game
To the only set of rules.

If we hold against another
What we ourselves divulge
Who stands to count the cost.

But …

GRUM

ONLY A MATTER OF MIND.

Two minds tonight
Are sent to fight
And you might perchance to see.

Vacuous memories
Paraded by insensitivity
Made to wear the sacred shawl
The owner is at the call.

And you open your eyes
Its only a matter of mind
Seeing is not always believing
And you find out too late
Its only a matter of mind.

Tireless the hand shakes
Brake the shackles
Set the dogs at war.

And so the story is untold
Without the mess
That we should be ashamed to see.

And you will …

Torture is fortitude
That hangs the head up high
Tonight the night is such a night
Its safe, safe and hidden well.

We are not the tireless ones
Who hold the flag up high
We are just enigmas
To be left fade away.

And you will find …

Trapped inside infinity
Go round and round again
Give in to the entity
That tells you he is right.

Truth is not far away
In a logic proof cell
Safe from us, safe and hidden well
Fear is just the fortitude.

And you will …

GRUM

ALMOST SEEMS TOO LATE.

So cold last night I almost froze
No match to torch will light
The coals beneath my feet
They are only imaginary.

It almost seems too late
It almost seems too late to turn
Around.

Crystallised breath on my window pane
Was it me was it you
That caught the drift and let it roll
I don’t know not any more.

My mind is numb
My limbs are weak
This cold has taken their self respect
And dashed it where I thought it would.

It …
So never hear the whisper mark my words.

Caught between my mountain and sun
Higher the climb the hotter it gets
But through this skin I cannot feel
The higher emotion I already bleed.

To tell the lie you shake your head
I have a notion this is it
Slowly fading on its way
I cannot shake my head and stay.

It …

Drifting between the lethargy’s
A curse to eat my soul
Seeing should not be believing
For in that we all let go.

My bones still stiff I cry
For help to help myself of course
But in that lies the paradox
You have to go to return.

It …

GRUM

AFTERLIFE.

Waiting on the edge of darkness
For the fear to disappear
Storing memories for disaster
Making pacts with the devil for release.

They cry out, they don’t understand
They shake their heads (in the afterlife x2)
What is after life.

In darkened room the tempers flare
Why are they being kept there
Decisions made so long ago
Only now come to point of order.

And where are they all now
No decision the derision that grows.
They cry out …

Forcing face not to the floor
Proud indecision the mirror cracks
One more wheel running over feigned indifference
Smile the false condition
Hope the riser after all.

And what is there after life – did we leave at all
Now back in the decisive conclave where we hide
Not knowing, showing who we are
We battle the bemoaners battling us.

They cry out …

There can be no locking the door
Equine fantasy bolted long before
So shadow fall, fall on, yes on you and I
Before this day is out futures be Unfurled.

Like banners beseech the cry
Forward, onward, upward ever nearer it
This is the truth sought by the moment
We hide our hearts away from
For only within do we know how much the pain cost us.

They cry out …

GRUM

ABANDON (ME).

I could have sworn
I saw it in your eyes
That you felt dejected
And your heart it cried – don’t.

Abandon me, in the night
You cant abandon me
Without a fight
Don’t abandon me, no, no, no.

A fleeting glimpse of light
The tunnel seems far too long
But somewhere out here
I want for you.

And I know you care for me
I’ve seen it too
But I cant get away
From that look in your eyes – don’t.

Abandon me, in the night …

I know a moment in time
Is never just enough
And distance is only
A matter of mind.

If time is the angel, let it whisper sweet to me
I’m on its side, and its on mine – so don’t.

Abandon me, in the night …

Though life it seems so hard, it has its moments as well
And each of them I’m with you, I feel it inside.

But here in the night I see
Within my quiet hours
That look on your face as I left
So much pain it said – don’t.

Abandon me, in the night …

Green hills are rolling in between
Causing the memory to slightly fade
But deep inside my only fear
Is that you wont.

Abandon me, in the night …

The clickety clack a one way track
Taking the moonchild away from the breast
Giving it over behind the door
Tearing the strips to feel so poor.

Now as the teardrops are starting to dry
Salt and the flakes remind me of you
Of one sad parting I’m thinking of you
And of that look you gave, it said to me – don’t.

Abandon me, in the night …

GRUM

MEETING HOUSE.

You say left is right
But who is wrong
If neither is known
Who’s to blame.

Belief is the answer
What is the question?
Never transgress
Boundaries born in fear.

And this is no refrain
Its one more shout
For freedom
Let’s open up.

One fact doesn’t make
Truth for evermore
It hides 50 others
That are just as common-sense.

And this is no refrain
Its one more shout
For freedom
Let’s open up.

Can you call a liar
Something a crime
‘Cause you cant see
Entry in diaries.

Tearing out throats
Heading for goal
Trample big feet
The corner care.

And this is no refrain
Its one more shout
For freedom
Let’s open up.

Footing the bill
Its all a maze
The memory smacks
So do I.

No heart knows
Lover the least desire
Slipping past each other
There is no meeting house.

And this is no refrain
Its one more shout
For freedom
Let’s open up.

GRUM