from the bowels of the earth: late summertime, for you...

a battlefield has fallen
there's no trouble too demanding
the war of my heart,
and my faith in God
has vanquished all of my enemies
the weapons and bullets
lay scattered around
like shells on a beach
of a desert shoreline
and the very souls of my comrades
their loves and labours,
are buried beneath the rifles they fought with
and to look above the desolation,
past the horizion of my eye
i could murder the earth
for late summertime
charcoal smudged clouds
sail across the heavens
appearing as a silhouette
of some glorious mountain
and the breasts of natures kindness'
blooms, in the bush -
the song of the thrush and call of the dove
and i pray that love is golden
for all's i asked is that i can hold you
i've a peace in my heart
and a confidence that soars
when i think of my happiness
your love.

a black and blue heart

my love - it should not fail me
my heart yearns to come with you
to enjoy the rapturous ecstasy
of making love with a passion that's true.
but sweetheart, i'm in solitary confinement!
rattling my chains i scream for justice
my straitjacket holds me in crippling shame
can't you release the binds that hold me?
can you help to rescue a confused and lonely,
man - whose soul's desire
is to be released from his burden
i am a hostage to fortune!
some woman - she murdered me, Lover!
and abandoned me here to hurt you
my pityful remains are just flesh on bone
i'm lost, alone, vanquished by some,
false love -
whose heart was a slaughter!

nihilism, porn and me

'i do not know...'
what the truth of the matter is
all's i can concieve of
is that the doctrine of nihilism
has served the day
in the modern world i know
i have no recollection
of such imperial knowledge
maybe Prince's and their counsel
have all they wished for
could it be that Ministers
of religion,
have witnessed an apocolypse?
of all that was sacred
the joy of love's delight
is a dish served through cyberspace
a prostitutes' filthy crimes,
and yet, she seems such a beautiful creature!
her naked breasts caress the screen
i could imagine dropping by
to rape her of her innocence
and a wealth of other earthly delights!
but, be true to me my neighbour
my friend! can you believe
that the woman you love
with all your heart
is just some slut from another country?

i called out loud

hello, my sweetheart
can you spend a minute with me?
i often feel your love
as a gentle sensation,
of happiness and bliss
such wonder in my heart!
brings me euphoria
with each thought of you
your heart i can truely trust.
with the two and fro'
of the tides of passion
helps me understand
the reverence of our Lord -
Jesus Christ.
and i have his gospel to thank...
as there's no great gains
i'm not going anywhere
unless you are confident of your faith
and hope and trust - play there part
there are no worldly forces
for the good of us.
humankinds' nihilism
mankinds' glorious cause
damns the cherishing of
a beautiful heart
whose dearest dream
is sacred to God
i speak of Christs' resurrection.
i may have doubted
derided and disappointed
all of those faithful flock
but your intimacy with me
is all i can concieve to be
as a promise of
a lifetime of love.

an only child

i have faith in love
i hope you can hear me
can you send my kisses back
i need your loving,
i have held my breath
for 6 months and counting
i've slung my cards on the table
and done deals aplenty...
but my future!
can't you see me?
my heart calls out in the wilderness
i beg of you, beauty!
comfort me in my loneliness
i'm confident of our passion
a 6th sense beats the rhythm
and when i'm with you -
sweetheart,
it's not my heart that's hidden
it's the ghosts of my past
and shadows creeping in the dark
a loud scream for help
in the middle of the night
and an evil monster
whose determined to kill me
so, should you love me
someday, darling -
you know my mind - i'm yours
we could be reunited
as man and wife
and conceive a child that's ours'.

confidence in faith

in the early days
of my troubled youth
i swore in love above all things
though my words were uncouth
my adolescence,
for all it was worth
was a challenging time
when we shared tough words
we argued about lies
and female drives
phantom skeletons
rattling inside
the familes' closets
eternal chains of plenty
the ghost of Hitler
visited frequently
the Holy Fathers' insistence
that we honour no others'
other than limp wristed politicians
and deadbeat Christians
drug den parties
and the rapture of all children
honouring your mother
and father, well...
committing yourself
to education
and dreaming of some
distant promise
that the day will come
when you're confident
you're a Christian

riddled with lies

a confident word of caution
is all i need from you
a promise to be kept
shun humiliation and abuse
but can i trust you?
is there some secret agenda?
does our relationship have juice
to spare for a neighbour?
the spirit is in me
to share all i have gained
to give of myself a commitment
should you defend my claim
to be the man employed
who wrote these words to you
expressing all my dearest joys
and never forsaking the Lord
there's still much to be proffered
and much more pain
the agony of suffering
the beauty of shame
i often cuss, spit and scream
i tear the walls down
hoping no one can hear me
but my words carry for miles
on the breeze of smoking chimley stacks
suffocating on the fumes
of a 60 a day habit.

when we meet

the future i would wish for
well, you know how the story goes -
i swear i need love
and to be held
by those,
who harmed me in this life
i need their forgiveness
and then i ask, please
will you offer me freedom?
i so dearly wish
to leave here someday
and to be thrown to the wind
a religious analogy
i'm a child of Christ
and a prisoner of fortune
grant me one miracle
that i will overcome
my experience
of drug, dog days
and domestic violence
unwanted children
and paedophile news stories
threats to my safety
and the selfishness of money
hostile words
of jealousy and betrayal
and pray for me
should you have a sound heart
i'll find safety in love
when i finally find her.

difficult puzzle

sweet night air
washed out highway
traffic rumbles on through
on - route,
to their destination
i sit here asking
for my friend to comfort me
he begs of my questions
while the evenings' rain
silently,
showers the car park
beneath my apartment
sometimes my loneliness
is palpable
like the quiet of the ocean
sore misery for my loss
is the gain of some other
there remains a beat of my heart
that wishes for the touch
of a lover
but few friends can help
someone stuck - as i am
the truth is the heart lost
it was not a conundrum.

the eldest daughter

beautiful blonde, smiling at me
dressed to stun the traffic
its probably her wedding day
little red starbug,
and a flowing kafthan coat
wish she was mine to have and hold
she's as dreamy as my hopes
all i could want in this life
ripped jeans,
and blue coat blouse
bright pearly whites
and laquered nails
and fluffy socks and boots
i see there's no ring on your finger
but is that a child right by your side
and expectant mother - well maybe -
and i couldn't help but smile
for the happiness inside
made me take a second look,
no, a third or fourteenth
glance,
before the thought sank in
and grew on me
and passion burnt in my hands
you look suspiciously
like my wife and bride to be
the eldest sweetheart of the family
a missed opportunity.
in the mail order catalogue
i would have thought your heart was mine
blonde flowing locks and blue eyed sky
with a child right by your side
but this beautiful blonde, smiling at me
was dressed to stun the traffic
and it was probably her wedding day...

a political engagement

great loves' of history
i understand your fancy
to be downtrodden at heart
and to believe in love's ecstasy
the chase of the romantic fool
is always in folly
not stopping to see the danger
in their love affair
with beauty
crossed wires, burdens of plenty
angry words
and the concerns of children
money, greed, betrayal, avarice
never hesitating to ask for charity
the dream they could be the
one love,
that has hidden
all their fame and fortune
when the gaolers' break
the spirit of young men
whose family have kept
them waiting
then politics will ensure
there are tough laws
to deal with such
romantic fools
and to those whose joy
have given them everything they need
we sentence them to marry -
for children.

maturity

there was some to be had
i guess it was not wasted
you visit sometimes
and check up on me
i'm not disappointed
with what i had
it was my own to grasp
and i'm glad i have
shared my thoughts with you
i was not trying to deceive
i would have begged you a favour
for a small promise
please don't harm
the sound nature of my heart
my feelings are true
and i'm honest when i rhyme
i'm not the type of lover
whose poetry is a fiction
i like reminiscing about the time
when we shared so much passion
so, my story is certain -
there's really nothing to it
i'm just a crack of the whip
and getting on with living
and next time i fancy
that i am safe
to make a great love
i will think about becoming
a parent, myself.

you love me

my thoughts are with
my friends
and the good times
we shared
passing traffic
reveals the secret
of all the lessons
i ever learned
i take too many
for granted
and dismiss the remainder
with cuss-ed words
i too soon judge
and bear financial
grudges,
when i should celebrate
all our woes.
my focus is love
and oftentime i ignore
the help they have offered
there's no question
i have -
drawn a line in the sand
and requested the spirits join me
i find comfort
when we gather together
and i know that you love me.

natalie imbruglia

grand plans
for the future
of my dreams
constant reminders
of broken promises
must i break
with my past?
and tempt my fortune
should my hope
turn to doubt
and ruin my passion?
sometimes i believe
that i deserve better -
i was born to a billionaire
not an asphalt laying shirker
but i take stock of my luck
and resolve to change
i'm reaching for ecstasy
and i'm not ashamed
there are so many more joy's
to be had in this lifetime
and i ask why i can't be
natalie imbruglia's
husband.

the truth of the matter

the heart of the matter
well, its still in my hands
i beat and smoke
dreaming of a vagabond
a perfect creature
much like yourself
a fantastic portrayal
of feminine beauty
i've heard people cuss,
complain -
and criticise
but they don't see
the spiritual truth
that everybody loves
- pornography -
images of the greatest fuck
the world could imagine
in this lifetime
i'd give all my billions
and the remaining
beats of my heart
to be the lucky guy,
who actually got it!

sex and commitment

by the end of my life
i'm probably broke
yet trapped in a priceless
manipulative love,
i've had so much rejection
in my relationships'
and still i can't communicate
where the promise
of love is...
my muse i manipulate
with timbre and emjamblement
a fresh start for the good of me,
and my wishes are granted
and though the power is not with me
to utter romantic words
of the spirit's will and blessing
i can listen for a sound
and keep all eyes peeled
like a trapdoor spider
an old lady whose dining out
on the runt of the litter
that good for nothing - Son of a Gun,
well, i apologise for my trespass
i had made no judgements
so, if you could be me - true -
then think of yourself!
after all its not me suffering
i was just suggesting we fuck...
i've communicated all my hopes and dreams
and chopped and changed
backstabbing friends,
and all the while i have wondered -
- and waited,
if you're calling me back
Faith's perfect stranger?

the chorus

the truth of the matter
well, she's visited before
stink of skunk
and unwashed clothes
the love i have known
is a trussed up bird
a gentle spirit
whose heart is a book
can't avoid being known
for my strange intuitions
but darling i promise
you'll feel no inhibition
i'm a rocking roller -
and no beat can change that
i've had your heart
from a long way back
manipulate my senses
stir up my love
strike up the band
and sing the chorus
there's got to be
something to believe in
if love's why i'm here
then for sure i'll achieve it.

so, when i'm sound of mind
and relaxed as a tree
just tell me your happy
to be with me.

top of the class

colluding with thieves
and criminal gangs
courtroom dramas
about murder conspiracies
drugs and pornography
greed, avarice,
totalitarian regimes
and despotic gentlemen
good people who watch
the passing traffic
begging in town for a crust
of a sandwich
and seeking the truth!
about the world inhabited by our minds'
knowing the heart of a beautiful wife
talk of children, when we meet
confusion about my role in this
gateway's closing behind with a slam
the future of my heart
weighs in the balance.
Lord please help me!
i beg of you the truth
rest my hearts' volition
the couple have no right to accuse
i have no need to regret this
i am more than certain i haven't lied
so rest my pityful condition
i don't deserve to die.

totally free

the last word from me
is i am now 32
born in 1980
i am as old as you
relationships are fascinating
they are so crazy,
and free -
a roller coaster of passion
animal attraction
a piece of the action
needs imagination and care
and lots of care,
- before love gets you there -
does a heartbeat fail
for all it does not have?
can i possibly convince you
the soul seeks only love
the truth of the matter
is i've got to move on
because its happiness
i'm seeking,
not debt and mortgages
i'll let my heart take me places
i could have never of conceived
if i had not promised you
total belief.

jealousy

16 diamonds
set in precious metal
a love and a staff
frozen snow crystals
a psychic reading
about the love of us both
with a critical tongue
and a clear vendetta salute
Lord Haw Haw, i suppose
the comedian of war -
precious wit and lies told
to bully and scare
i may be pushing my luck
right now,
in this relationship
but i need to know
are we both in it?
i know i'm sexually phobic
and brought low by children
i'm lazy and indolent
and stink like a lizard
but if you could give
to me girlfriend,
the one thing i haven't
ever had in my life
then please take care
and always hold onto me
maybe we can escape
from this town's
jealousy.