Video my long standing sides The prides In as I’m on the box with smiles Video my day and turn the mirror around Video the head heap .. now listen to the sound
“Walking down the staircase 1950’s glasses glint in terror and lace The bodies are piled high The garden has overflowed The killing, many years past, shown”.
Video my daydreams Play it all through the night
“ .. rain cascaded in torrents The roads are almost blocked Sheets of water crashing down”. The lonely motel where no one goes His mother is reincarnate in his body His hands grip the blade of a knife The gaunt house upon the hill Amplifies that all is ill For a mother couldn’t Couldn’t really kill!
Change the video wash out the black and white Cream the screen, splash the colour in….
“flitting back over the throttled throats The disgraced policeman played the gas joke Many women became famous victims And timothy hung in the air for the crows.
Video the backdrop Lance the casting Prepare the next few hours of….
“like the taut guitar string That’s ready to snap, real things Go bump in the night So, shit, where’s the damn light? You draw the stake up over your head Ready to plunge into the coldest heart, To seal the fate of the undead To destroy his every part.”
“ … for a damsel so sweet so fair What would she want of me A creature with lop sided frame A curled face Deaf through living with the bells A ghost of the monsters that live in hell I should perish here as the fires lap The famed hunchback shall welcome the trap”.
Record the latest video Try the instant replay, Look out for the blips, the snow, the haze….
When common sense deserts you Insanity becomes the norm Lights train at the backs of your eyes Whips uncover your veins Letting the monster loose Is really tying the noose Cooking the golden goose I let it happen Because no one really cares I accepted the bully As my leader I said I would die for them.
In space time trick of living There are many rows of windows With no glass that yawn despairingly At the dancing ghosts of time Who parade into the light and fade; In slight movement they appear Then as quickly they disappear, A pleasant smile a word for the ear Caresses space a thousand light years Is nothing more that travelling inside, You are the driver that wants a ride Into the past present and future. I am the captain of a ship looking for A coastal paradise or beach shore Where the sorcery of life relaxes more For in the space time magic of life Not all is running, pushing and strife.
Time has told me What I am looking for, There is an inner peace A natural kind of cure To all your worries dear To all those sorrows near, With an ear to listening for love We can be capable of love We don’t want to ignore the love.
Time won’t hold me When I go looking for love We are trapped in – body shells But we can travel, my love Into other realms By talking of our love We can see the other side of life.
Time has told me That there is a way forward Through the tallest trees To the meadows of love We can wait in the sun Laugh and dance and love For we are in the spirit of love We can now celebrate When in the incarnate We have nothing to fear We are living inside a tear That has no love this year.
In space time trick of living There are many rows of windows With no glass that yawn despairingly At the dancing ghosts of time Who parade into the light and fade; In slight movement they appear Then as quickly they disappear, A pleasant smile a word for the ear Caresses space a thousand light years Is nothing more that travelling inside, You are the driver that wants a ride Into the past present and future. I am the captain of a ship looking for A coastal paradise or beach shore Where the sorcery of life relaxes more For in the space time magic of life Not all is running, pushing and strife.
The desert gas station Blasted by sun with sand Lifts the eye from out of the ground, 250 miles across Arizona, They day has melted down, Cooling tha engine while legs are stretched Looking out across the savannahs Wondering how wide the sky is Why we never have the clouds visit ... Coasting towards the sierras Blinded by the night Seeking our horizons wanting a brief respite, We are near the motel Or are those lights another dream, The next morning The searchers’ arms wrapped Themselves around the car As I sped Head Long Into another session of driving – Through breathless are diving Through sunlight, dryness jiving For the ache of travel Is the ache of searching Despite the spectacular surrounding The greyness of not finding Is the lead weight of expectation. The desert high jinx swallowed me whole The smiling spirit of the plateaus Point a wary finger at shimmering hotel bars My mind’s eye pierces this nonsense As we cruise at 60 mph As we search for the road covered in sand As we dissect this moonscape land As the spirit of desert puts out its huge hand Feeling the forced of circumstance Knowing the journey to be wise. I’m able to ignore the reluctance, Give out each day so much more. We glide across Arizona We sweep into the Texas range For help is always around me, Never once did I find this strange. Listening to Chuck Berry On the local radio We swing across the highways With no particular place to go? We Jim Reeves into Huntsville We have come Listening we’ve always done To the sound of distant drums. The electric man was asked to go The gas man not allowed We meet the medic With the devil in his hand. The smile of death was in his head As he administered midazolam Plus the last rites into those – Who in their dread In their prostrate stranglehold Struggled no more, The Lord’s work for sure Yup the comfort of only doing what is right With God on your side You can drug the murderer outta sight. With The Move drumming out its sound I’m a California Man We swing our journey to the Golden State Lifting the murky carpet high We have the electric date Of – let’s see ‘em when they fry. The love and peace of Frisco Seems like a pathetic disco Where the decks have exploded The discs were made of ice Sizzle ye your citizens But not at all very nice For although God is on your side It’s the other side you have to abide Listen not ye to duty’s fame Watch out for damnation’s flame As you – American kill off the lame Electrocute gas hang shoot shoot up Unrelenting God’s work Revenge, bathing in blood The downfall of empires Sent from above. You who have killed love You who drink the blood You who deny the spirit Your rewards are centuries away, You reap only what you sew Watch out when you go For you’re dealing in death Won’t let you go Your duty to the State Will diminish your own fate You will return to this Earth Stay here till you have learnt The wisdom and love Of the Universe Not getting out of the plane As we touch down again In the middle of Arizona desert For all I can see through the sweat Are plateaus, sand and blazing skies I’m bored by the red and blue But I’m buoyed by the coming hue That reflects the ancient eyes. Oh Arizona! Your Indian braves Your men and women of fame Have a pocketful of stars Give us this day our daily blame Forgive us our stupidity As we forgive those That are stupid towards us And lead us not into execution Deliver us from duty For thine is the kingdom The Power and the glory Forever and ever For all men.
this is a poem about Willie Leroy Jones who was electrocuted for the murders of Graham and Myra Adkins in their Charles City home. He knew the Adkins couple, who were in their late 70s, through their son. For more about this go to https://murderpedia.org/male.J/j1/jones-willie-leroy.htm#google_vignette
I grasp the hands of the clock and bend them into shape To resemble, eventually, quality time better spent, The outlines of time don’t trouble me, but is it meant To be a kind of security, surrounded by a high fence? Do I lend the time to anyone – is it a gift I can give? Many hours I have spent in a kind of dull suspension Where time does not require any kind of attention. I look at my watch but gradually there’s no ticking I have not noticed it because the ticks are echoing, The hands pretend to be moving, so imagine the shock To see they are stationary, so where do I go from here?
I grasp each minute and quickly question every second I can’t be wasting my time this way it makes no sense, For the time does not come around for another turn It arrives, it displays and it is then gone, there’s no return. Realising the nature of time and its indifference to clocks Is like discovering the reality of gravity using hard rocks, There are times that I wished I had never experienced; But there is no way of unwrapping the consequences Of times that do harm, that represent uncalled for action, There are times when I hear words I do not want to know I can’t undo time – I’m resigned to go with the easy flow.
Don’t be small Lift thine eyes To the heavens Give the world its due Dig a space in Which you can dwell. Lifting the hand To shield the sun From the heart Sifting the years Through the fingers Like dirt or dust Drifting as the clock Slides towards the edge Going to the temple Of the mind Seated upon a ledge That hangs over A space between Your mind and mine.
I’m like some old steam engine shunted into a railway siding, Or an old favourite book left lying on the shelf dust gathering. I’m in solid sorrow for being, once again, the forgotten one, Going from being the expected one, to being the nothing someone.
Now I am a relic sitting in the basement of a museum, Like a once popular music album, that had everyone dancing But is now buried on the bottom of a pile of old vinyls, No longer played, no longer touched, ignored and out of style.
I’m like a shrivelled orange sat in a glass bowl in a cupboard, It shapes my heart into a battered over used and old dartboard. I no longer walk, like I used to, along the countryside paths, For I have lost the meaning of this dream along with my innocence.
Think in shapes and tapwater dreams, Sparkling yonder a triangle of jealousy; Make typewriter paints and puddles out of streams Horizontal roads and octagonal agonies Leave square staring eyes. Watch yourself, because you’re thinking in shapes.
Shapes appear and you lose them again….
Think of circles with arcs and diameters When you see a sun drift into a cloud Radius of sunbeam and sunlight radiates Rectangular strength, the lies are to be boxed in.
Shapes disappear, you are not lost forever But you have to think them again before they reappear …
Think cones within cones and conical spires Brickwork interlarded with mercury mortar Not for strengthening – more for show Lean the vertical at right angles But never let yourself be as slow.
Shapes evaporate, steady and recreate Change form and celebrate For in them there is the thought procession.
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