It’s not that bad It’ll all work out Chin up, you can do it Blah blah blah People try to be encouraging But what use is it When you’re sick And you’re grieving And now you have to find A new place to live When the rents are too high And demand outstrips supply Chin…
Stripes of blue, purple, rose and gold Water laps on the grey shore And around my toes Shimmering liquid metal Dark rocks are crowned in a nimbus of fire Black sky lightens to blue, to gold and red In the east, across the sea Here comes the sun
Don’t be ambiguous, please don’t lie All I want is truth It’s so hard to understand you And, you see, I am so very tired I have no energy to sift your words To read between your carefully considered lines Is what you say true? What do you mean? Just tell me, plain, spell it…
It starts small A little, everyday problem And then the mind takes over Conversations and arguments are imagined Mental extrapolation works overtime Concern to worry to anxiety to choking fear Imagination leaps into escalating disaster The stuff of nightmares As terrors fuel themselves Spiralling, ever downward Like a tornado
He went out with the tide, they say She set with the sun Romantic nonsense As if death would wait Your life is the tide And nothing can keep it from ebbing Your soul is the sun And it will set when it’s time Your heart is the moon And will wane just as surely…
I heard the oceans cry Fever-sick and hurting I heard the forests grieve Mourning their dead I heard the high winds howl Unstable and wild I heard the deep earth groan Wounded and broken I heard the people Hide their eyes and turn away I heard the leaders Preach the gospel of greed I heard…
Reaching out with all you have But no one wants to know No voice, no touch You shout in the void And only echoes come back An unfathomable world Is forever barred to you You do not understand the world It certainly does not understand you You’re weird, they cry, you’re different You don’t act…
Fresh clear stream clambers over rocks And giggles its way through the forest glade Wildflowers explode in a rainbow of colour There’s no one here but me And the stream, and the infinite sky The forest in all the shades of green Surrounding my solitude It is easy to feel lonely In the noise and…
How strange to see A smoky sun peering myopically over the hill Vision obscured by wet-felt fog squelching on the valley floor Yawns and stretches Rising higher to shed a little light How strange to see A valley of shadow Holding tight to its damp, dark doubts Defying the day Hot dry light meets cold…
So sad, so sad Wringing a tear or two from dry eyes Pretending to care With a ragged, anaemic intensity A fantastical song and dance meant to beguile But enough of all that Leave the histrionic wringing of hands To hold them out in impatient expectation Outrage someone else may get more Sly suggestions dripped…
Eclectic Assemblage 