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<Bitter Apples>
Bushes And Briars
thru bushes and through briars
I lately made my way
all for to hear
the young birds sing
and the lambs to skip and play...
To Cry Mercy
as I went out one summers morn
I saw the day was mine
I saw it, it was not yours
I saw your ruin was my gain
and all my pleasure meant your pain
again and again again and
ah and as I watched your face becoming a mask
I felt the taste you craved hit me,
striking me back; your eyes were raw,
a stinging name, as accusing flame,
a devouring gaze unafraid-
and now I want to cry mercy oh mercy
I savoured tastes that were not mine; I soured the sugar,
I sweetened the sharpest brine and now I'm waiting,
thin as pain with tired appetite so great and strange
ah now I want to cry mercy oh mercy oh mercy
Year Dot
the day begins with roses-
sunlight cities, fields and seas
from year dot thru till doom-
from year dot to now-
the day curtails with ashes-
the wind playing in lightening trees
from year dot thru till doom, from year dot to now,
all to a flowing rhythm as terrifying as a heart
beating thru, and beating you; such a crazy machination
that our crazed imagination thirst
and look for truths, clutch at truths that butterfly around-
ah, as old as the hills the mountains
until the day the sun dies and darkens-
from year dot thru till doom-from year dot till now.
No Further Than The Shore
voices hissing, hidden like spite....
preying, apprising, poising to strike...
tasting venon, savouring triumph,
reeling drunken exquisite delight-
you survived mad waters and you still hear the roar
and you're longing to ride the waves-
you still get no further than the shore-
seasoned, soul lusting soft fist of night crawls seductive,
houses your cries-
hear my voice, so stranger like in sublime,
gnawing, fascinated denial-
such an ocean yesterday, crashing at your door,
and,tho you're wanting to ride the waves-
you still get no further than the shore...
Dear Light
dear light of a morning again,
a soothing refrain that tells me
that no man is an island, no man is a rock-
mercy Sunday morning for me; .
bells ring, singing and sounding, crashing ringing
aloud for me, on this mercy day...
and, this sorrow...goodbye and now I cry,
calling out, and up to the skies; bidding sorrow goodbye
and who am I to feel like this, who am I on this morning
as I rise...for, there you are lying cold as clay, as ice
as some nightfall that never lights, all except upon
my life-mercy Sunday morning I rise as the bells
ring n run amok...
Returning Over
passing me, they're passing, they're taking to the winds-
fleeing on to somewhere else, on their way to ease,
wreathed in such secrets-my brittle reasoning is nulled
and unconscious of them, asleep to their screams-
cross the sun the birds of prey wheeling;
escaping from heights of lust and longing they take flight,
so dazzling and-I'm shadowing their passing;
so wonderous to be seen-
and I'm longing for the wings
that they unravel and reveal,
returning over and over;
returning over and over...
To Listen Across The Sands
you listen with yr heart, but yr feeling far too kind;
here the sea may seem to start, but, it stretches far from
sight-
Ah listen; you were once a part of all you now despise
but you can't just have a change of heart and then expect
the past to die-
listen across the sand, the sea drifts you to where you stand,
to voices you've known and they're crying...
listen across the sands with a wild wish to understand
the crash of the waves passing, like a lie
Ah you listen with your heart, willing it all becalmed and
quiet,
all the flowing and the ebbing tides,
the whole maddening design...
all the drowning voices you want dying, all the hiss and roar
of desire...
all the false love of the waves that sigh, all the hypocrisy
running riot-listen across the sands, to the waves drifting
where you stand, and all their voices swallowing your life...
you listen across the sands with no hope to ever understand
all the mad, crashing waves that you must ride.
Likeness of Summer
once I found you walking,
with footsteps gently drawing you
somewhere fit for falling...
traps and snares you'd set for you...
treasures so apalling, so dark and drear and all dazzling to you...
you would not hear the calling of a likeness of summer,
running in full bloom-
once I found you walking with fingers roaming
twining in your hair to soothe you
and rubbing eyes and laughing,
thrashing at the air around you,
open hands a clapping and marking time;
so seductive a tune, flowering perfumed persuading...
a likeness of summer, running in full bloom...
a likeness of summer, running in mad pursuit...
a likeness of summer, running , after you.
Guide This Night
oh I remember how it looked so real...
a glow like a beacon bright scanning on a sea of waves
lapping in and out and over all of me...
what could be sweeter than the salt sea?
...oh, when I visit there, it focuses again,
echoing clearly and beckoning to send out to the waters
to pull a tide in, getting it ready for tomorrow's refrain....
what could be sweeter?
Bitter Apples
dwelling on so many, so many and so sour that I can't move...
I can't believe it, I can't be empowered, can't be moved
to be believing lately, to be escaping lately...
dwelling on so many, so many and so sour I can't move-
such a better harvest, such a windfall falling that I can't move-
I am where the harm is, I am where the harm is all bitter fruit,
and some sweeter taste evades me, some sweeter taste
erases me and all that I taste wastes me away-
all that I'm succoured by and living on-
bitter apples.
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