Posts Tagged ‘road


Check That Out


You hit with a straight bat / technical and precise / clouds forming in a clear sky

Light at the edge and ripping the flesh
Strong sounds encased in a shifting mesh
I could sit in the physical or release the spiritual
Just a room and a light in the centre
Yet the echo of a voice beckons beyond the walls
Gear ready for first but you stall
You need a guide you’re weak without a mentor
‘If you start at 30 you will be there in a couple of years’
Dreams don’t drain away they get trapped by your fear.

How is the road you took when we went different ways?
Still battered by lies spoken hiding in the casing of your veins?
You live like you command the number of days
Just because you’re the main event here is the rant from the dark for you:

Mystery, mystery- locked and loaded history ready to punch and break the present and trap your soul in a cast coz you steal the past and look at you did daddy and mummy buy the break or did you take your own name when the stage set raised your game and through a mic gave you fame- you forgot the echo that clothed your back you hit the gain stole the lack and replaced a cloth with a hood so stand straight eyes wide shades broken no more lies and own your sign when you sink the drink with your name on it remember

You are light on the edge of darkness
You are mystery in your won history
Clouds are forming in the clear sky.


The Rambling Road

{A Road can be the formed river-bed or stretched outback dust track or the fresh smelling new tarmac city lane}

I have caught moments when light was at its purest and the road stretched before me
And I have had time to sit in the sunken wilderness and appreciate the silence
In both places I had listened for the whispers on the breeze
And let the swollen message emerge as a guide embracing me.
I have slept under the stars a thousand times and been awoken by the warm invade
I have took risks and stepped on the edge of bliss and exile
In all places there was a reaching and a pleading
There was retreat and attack
Passive times and overly I-centric times
All constructed and maintained by the desire for bread and wine.
The road led me where she wanted like a spider hanging on a thread in a light wind
At times she comforted me and at times she confronted me
In all times she left questions unanswered
In all times there was something down that road.
When the road ends and we find ourselves in a close
We question whether the road has gone on without us
And yet the road does not lead us but we lead her
And so she waits, she sleeps, expectant and hopeful
That one day I will sample her bread and wine and be her new place of abode
As darkness ever seeks the light on the rambling road.

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