And a song as yet unwritten which we will sing together

Because the centre of my hands are still soft and tender

Like the emergence of dreams

I know the road we travel along has depth and meaning.

How can we know where we will go?

Yet something from nothing is always pushing between the seams

Of what is real and what is yet to be believed.

Like the emergence of dreams

When my heart hurts because the lived moment clings to a fragile wing

I know my broken soul breathes in a full breath

As I catch the sight of a flower revealing her beauty for the first time.

How can I have the gift of going with you?

Yet something from nothing is always pushing between the seams

Of what is real and what is yet to be believed.

Like the emergence of dreams

I catch my reflection in busy waters and question my inadequency

As I hold your memory in the centre of my hands

In that place which is soft and tender.

It is always by choice that I continue to give thanks

When I hold your hand and smell your hair

When I still the race and embrace your presence

When I forget the importance of Self and grasp the wonder of You.

I would bleed seeds upon barren lands so that I will always grow with you.

It is always my choice to love you

When a hand held softens the rough times

When tired eyes remind us of the day of Rest to come

When we dream of another place and sync our faces.

I would bleed seeds upon barren lands so that I will always grow with you.

It is always my choice to hold you in my heart

When space separates and communication dissipates

When fears produce tears and the night is longer

When even for a single brief moment we are one.

I would bleed seeds upon barren lands so that I will always grow with you.

His life stretched between the delusional queue for X-factor and the insane prints of a Banksy rip-off.

In the moment he was offered a hand
Slowly he began to understand
The book was written and on the shelf
And the mirror finally listened.

So he took the hand / popped the pill and did the thrill/ locked, blocked and steady/ ready/ a singular stream/ hidden seams/ switched sides/ opened wide and blinked fixed/ there was a rub and dub/ a beat forcing feet to leave the floor/ you saw the sign and shit broke the lines/ no power on this clown/ lifted up not broken down

When his feet touched the floor and the lights dimmed
The music danced away and
People held hands on their way home
Then he realised Rome was never built in one life.

He thought he believed in love but instead he stressed the emptiness rather than the presence
Not because the rain no longer fell on his house but because the sun never shined in the dark
He had eaten too many words and stored them in his heart
They had been digested
But when you have a twisted view you end up with twisted…

She felt that emotions were overrated-guess you see the irony
Instead she lapped up knowledge like a thirsty lizard
She had spent time on extra developments to her inner castle
It had consumed her
But when you have a wasted heart you end up with a wasted…

They told everyone that the world would never stop them because it was weak
Saturated by tears of intimacy they ran through time
They created a bowl for others to admire
They were lifting themselves step by step
But when you are it you end up with…

I stood on a tree and cut my knee
Pretty silly.

It is only the middle of the night but my day has begun
And my mind is wondering whether I am really ready
To let go of the question that asks can I let go of you
And are we really through?
It is not a time to let go of the sun
Because we were in love and I cant believe what we have done
Hours pass and then a flicker of light fills my heart
I loved you then and if is this is the end then how will I keep going
Where do you start when even the threads have fallen apart.

I made a cup of coffee and sat in our chair
I remembered the sunlight bouncing through you hair
and it made me sad
I reflected on the distance the light travels
I counted the rays breaking through the blind
and it made me cry
Yes we know its been a while since cloud gazing filled our time.

It only hurts when you feel the pain
And I am only sane sharing your sun rise
I hear you stirring and wonder whether to wait
Its been a while since I held you
And then you are there with me on our chair
Just as the last freedom of the sun is revealed
and like an avalanche by heart melts and my tears dry
because we both know we have only just begun
and like a new day we watch the sun rise
and dream anew.

Tell me who is that singing because they are stretching my hope
Tell me who is that protesting because they have made my soap dirty
Tell me who is that laughing because they made the sun shine
Tell me who is that kissing because they have kicked off marriage time

And I will tell you a story about the football season because I found the emotional journal tied up with theological treason
And I will tell you a story about the war between grace and truth and all the loved ones who lose
And I will tell you a story about the fluff no longer blue and the riot of freedom surrounding you
And I will tell you a story about MC4 and the life shortened and the broke daughter

Tell me what is that budget in your hand and do you carry a case of understanding
Tell me what is that missile in your back pocket and do you have the bill written in sand
Tell me what is that theology you are using to prop up your house of glass
Tell me what is that picture of autumn offered on a summers day during mass

And I will show you a life silent and obscured holding gatherings for the poor
And I will show you a life spent picking up the rotten fruit and contemplating the sores
And I will show you a life drenched in grace and beauty and suffocating in hope
And I will show you a life that makes me scream prayers for the slum dwellers and disturbed financiers
And I will surrender once more and fall to the floor and try never to return the same.

I had a dream that counted the flecks of wood mixed in the sand
It was like a surface cleaned with only our reflections
It compelled me to rest my hands around your heart
And hold your head like we did when we first met.

Everything that I ever need is right here
Every tear I have ever given
Every kiss we have ever forgotten
Every word
Every sweat
Every prayer
Wrapped in the foil of the chase and fixed. Perfect. A super nova of now.

The stillness of time.

The rave of freedom
The arrival
The gathering of the stones at the wrong time. Perfect.

When we sailed through the stripped streams it occurred to me that slow steps mean long views and a constant friend breathes in a container fixed with dreams. The brick is loose and the eye slips. When you notice what your eye has upon its surface then the black wisps and wings reveals that nothing is ever totally clear. We heard the calling and gathered in your home but your wall crumbled and nowhere stable remained but only shifting ledges and inessential frames. How do you know when the cement has softened? Is it when the heart cries at eastenders but not for your neighbour? Leaving your home we noticed the stars and questioned the path but found our way to your copse and lit a fire. In the mist of conversation I caught a heavy heart as the shadow of my wandering returned and I drifted away only to be re-centred by a fart. Life is a lot like that and we all need reality fleshed with dreams not dreams rotten with reality.

Do you believe what you see?
A man in a dress with a smile and nod towards the best
A wall of shifting bricks and loose cement
Dusty fingers on the pad and an inbox with ‘failed test’
Just a partial print of the souls intent.

Do you believe what you are?
If you have Wuest in a row upon your desk
and a basket of memories in the blur of your peripheral vision
could you still understand the need to take a risk
could you still remember the eternal emission.

Do they believe that what you believe is what they need to believe about you?
Can you still have questions and belong to the parliament movement?
Out of the blue I caught an image twisted around the book in your hands
It was only a moment
Hey… sometimes that is all we need
It was a shadow on the outside looking for a way in
Back to connect with where it’d once been.

Do you believe in your own occupation?
Be perfect as perfect be
Ignore the messed mystery
Claim the given identity
Rob the fruit but leave the tree…

Something has got to go.

Hold your head up so you can watch
I do not want you to miss anything
This eternal image will forever be your temporary destiny
So keep your eyes open
I do not want you to miss anything
I am going to demonstrate the state of fear
In a practical and helpful way I will put your heart into the hands of pain
I do not want you to miss anything…

(At that moment in the clouds of the near-world and between
the veiled sheets there was a scream
It could be seen piercing the throne of God
It could be heard breaking the Silence.)

…I was a child for a moment but I have built a monument to those who pass through the narrow stream and how I still long for a way back
I could not let the shadows of this room know
I can not and will not let myself return
I am beyond the melting ice and now live in the cradle of the fire…

(Suddenly as numerous as the waterfall’s spray
faces of light
hands of light
reaching and overwhelming the noise and the broken shards.)

…I could be a child again when this breath takes it poison away
Oh please help me
I do not remember the movement of the hand calling a day today
All that haunts me is that image when the children look away.