The mother of the matter

Life´s emergency in this sweet new world
A chaotic ball of fallen angels from heaven hurled
Our mother is the ocean and our mother is the sky
Did gravity land us here? Is there a how or even a why?

Life´s masterpiece half painted in the front halls of midlife existance
Tones of blue fresh and calming but that don´t hide the reddish turmoil
Our mother is thinners so our brush can change through tints
Our mother is pure colours before we mix, blend and foil them

As life makes fathers of men
Few miracles hasten the process
Bravery sends us to the rescue now and then
With not a paintbrush in my case but a pen blessed

Our mother is conflict
Our mother is survival
Our mother is the quest so epic
to love life while we´re alive

Without a face on

I was in need
brakes on secretary
Forms filled pockets too
Second hand greed

I needed some help
behind the counter they were wary
Pens write, keyboards tap but butter doesn´t melt
Screen saving smiles on their faces is how I felt

I could have used a hand
They wouldn´t throw a wonton
You tell me you´re a great fan
without your real face on

Second hand greed skyrockets
and screen saving religion´s beliefs
Tithings crossing counters entering pockets
Without facing the truth it´s just false relief

Life's tables

When you sit and ponder at life's great table
About the chair you sit on termite ridden and unstable
Your forearms gripping for the inevitable fall
Forget the cadence and accept it all

Indeed swing back smiling
And if the back legs creak
Think back to the time you found life so beguiling
And if you hear a crack under cheek
Ponder longer and linger over your decent worthwhiling

So many souls wait to join these tables
Special people leave us elderly and babies
I write a line of thanksgiving to god
When I ask him if my chairs firm I pray he nods

Innocence and Death

Death runs a mysterious game
Knitting itself into our lives
nodding and shaking it's head with authority
Life is out there it's light that death forces our eyes open to see

It climbs into our heads as we climb into bed
And won't leave our humble footsteps to and from work
There's a lot of beauty in this world
Some of it remains for many years and some of it disappears,
before you could even put your finger on what you thought was so beautiful about it.

Yes death runs a mysterious business
Slamming into things and interrupting everybody's lives
When a young child dies silences are deafening
The stomach is upturned and thoughts of god's master plan and destiny
are thrown onto the table like an ugly supper that takes months to eat.

How does life just simply evaporate leaving a few ridiculous signs
that our science and medicine can calmly pass off as being reasonable causes
Death itself some invention of the human mind, some fifteenth century painting
of a hooded specter wielding a scythe.
There's no death there's just departure, departure of beautiful people
and smiles for a while, departure of lifestyles and certain giggles

Some question god, some question destiny
on how a soul so innocent as a young child's could leave a caring family so abruptly
Death the mysterious game, as unpredictable as life
Moving and working as life does
subtracting from the equation of our existence. Above all scrutiny

The waterwheel and the son

Out from the caves were blue skies
New ideas and new empires
A Young boy was raised above the waterwheel
Heavens Kingdoms couldn´t decide

Out of uncertainty and severe cities
The son brought blue skies
fairness
And enough water to conquer thirst for a decade

The son was elevated above the water wheel
In an epoch of thievery and injustice
The son had spent his short time on this Earth
Curing with his smile

As the waterwheel turned above the sun
Droplets came down like rain
Like holywater on his head
Blessing him and the Family that bore him

A Thousand blessings to Benjamin
A Thousand blessings to Benjamin
May god capture his games

Empty bottles(groceries)

Where´s the sauce?
Where´s the juice?
Empty bottles in my home it´s a nuisance
I look at myself there´s noone to accuse

Glass and plastic
Recycle now bare shelves fantastic
None left now the grocery obligation
No more snack cabinet temptation

Bottles full of air stained and stale
Where´s the sauce
The spice of course
What have they got on sale?

Or fill them up
The stomach is the ironic destination
Where heaven is digestion
Empty as my bottles are.

Big beach by the seaside

Bike lane smooth red and hot
Narrow tires and flip flops hit it way past sundown
Aromas mix from beach bar fried food and young people's fruity smoke
The smell of freshly boiled corn wafting through beachside town

Tandem bikes pass by so close to the sand
dumbfounded teens with drinks and smokes in their hands
Surfboard carrying middle aged men who seldom found a wave
Scantily clad girls simultaneously dancing and walking the pavement

The beach totally colonized by umbrella hugging families
Big chilly bins and beach chairs filled with sun-loving folks by the sea
Swarms of children confused by all the space and muddle
Not knowing whether to dig to jump or paddle

Beach vendors whistle and shout
Oh the warm bustle how could I go without?

One foot in the fair ground

The grass is three inches high just enough
to break the fall of your steps
Soft toys and all something fluffy
you can drag home and pet

The ferris wheel is opaque
rolling around for gypsy's sake
Candy floss sickly adheres to the roof
And the entrance is stained with cake

Three inch grass all the way to the carousel
The sky is overcast light grey no arousal
The pines bulge out their dark green overtures
circling the fair like overgrown vultures

The grass frisky and flappy heavenly and alive
brushes against punter's souls and shoes
teens balloons and flying hands for high fives
One foot in the fair ground the other in a queue

It's back in fashion

Yeah jacket vests
Lil pests from the eighties
they grin and spin me the line
about how great these are

Mild pride in their voices as they announce
that this crap is back in fashion
Life saving vest sports cap backwards
Go to town with that coolness, not an ounce

Back in fashion
The iron fist of the retro faction
colours clashing
Go to town with that coolness not a fraction

So yippy peeps grow an imagination
Don't reinvent the old pop out of frustration

Big hairy stomach

Back legs of the chair bend
The slouch reveals flab there's no pretending
Cavalier attitude his problems are inflatable
Hairy misplaced fat bulges toward the table

Preoccupied with not caring
Grunts from his nose rise scarily
Accusations the unpleased grin appears
No effect as he tries to instill fear

Way to bug the teacher chubby
Way to blame him for the way you spend your money
So suck your belly in tubby
Your spoilt childhood aint even funny

Try to break the chair under your weight
or the teacher with your hate
Conceal your ugly stomach mate
If that shit falls you won't levitate

Itchy neighbour

Darkness falls off the sky like a silk veil off a pale blue table
A screen door opens
So does a mouth
There´s coughing
A mutter and a swig of coffee

Light creeps into the Windows
God´s hands indeed
Itchy neighbour back to bed
A sigh and a mumble
a screen door fumble

Wrong side of bed
pillow crease lines on the face
Mouth wants taste and to stop the yawn
Hello itchy neighbour, good morning

Wince

Common come on typical facial sign
Under the pasture
eyebrows raised it's a stampede
signs of intensity around ever since they've let me lead

The sigh is a silken sheet of an utterance
I demand to hear it softly fluttering
out of valleys between elbows and knees
Eyebrows raised at the planting of seeds

Oh the eyes half closed like night shy flowers
Are almost enough to convince me
They've let me lead and ever since
I like to see the way my night shy flower winces

Sandwiches and the fall of mankind(your very own confusion)

Wouldn't want to suggest that the unrest
will bring down stability in the west
Wouldn't want to imply the outrageous strawberry
That'll top just desserts seriously

The bread of continents has only small grains of equality
Phillistine rule and order is the sauce that soaks it totally
You my convention's concubine are the filling
Wrapping snacks for the fall

Wouldn't want to expose your bruises
Your wounds, your anger it keeps you working and accusing
Worshipping the elite is a hamburger that'll make you sick
Drizzle money and blood before the storm's fat and tickled

Animals like these afore armagaeddon, animals like me
Cutting your crusts off for compost tastefully
as the gusts of coastal hurricanes touch down like your refusing
You no longer flex but you shiver engulfed by your own confusion
 (Factories for the destruction of genuine ytilautirips)

Father of spirit

I saw my father
It was dusk the police had almost caught him
he fled some party knocking over garden furniture
He got home excited

I took him by the arm and warned him
He was set to go off
An aggressive heart you have boy!
Who took your power?

I was my grandfather
It was morning and fresh paint
and freshly cut lawns could be smelt
Windless clear spring sky, tea steamed out of the mug

The cigarette went a rolling
and the local rag unfolded
My father(my son) played down by the gate
As I called my wife to tell her how much he'd grown

That day I had a sermon to give
Local churchgoers were still getting used to my voice
My wife never liked the idea
Today I'd take my youngest son

Sunday assembly was about to begin
In my life I had seen war and recession win
I decided my son would have it different
heaven had a plan for him

Freckled William(numb to the smirk)

Freckled William
A search for approval
A stocky boy spouting boasts
For his overdue there´s no renewal

Freckled william of all pups
of all chicks, of all hatchlings
of all roosted baby otters
attention deficit adult dragling

Freckled William Pete infact
Nod off while announcing
Question while distracted
Listen without hearing class clown impact

Freckled William bootfolk
Lucky with screens and wives
semi humourous slang jokes
Attention seeking live

Needy seedy sleazy
self thought appealing
parallel peers with their giggle force out
He´s numb to their smirking

Eduardo mendigo

By the church
old cardboard box
A few dirty possessions
Hope was like a bad word

Head like a bird´s nest
Eyes dim street lights
Left there by the world
He and his dog Abandoned by it

The echo of scripture being read
The vibration of wedding trumpets
The ceremonies roll past
his humble existance

Nothing but charity
and pure lonliness

God can dance

God can kick god can walk
He´s a follower of your steps
Streets were shaped for his shoulders
Falling feet that gravity hold

God´s our toy in conversation
We are his toy in life
As people play with rules and Faith
blood stained metal of bullet and knife

Parapet wings to fly
Heavenly chorus´ singing of how christ died
Cherubs and trumpets and fast talking preachers
Views of the world and god askew

They can talk about adam and eve
and history and spirituality as if with a clue!
But don´t you know god can dance
Dreams are free and life's a chance?

Hobo´s sermon

Sermão de mendigo(Hobo´s sermon)

He from the broken home
he who lived by the church
Eduardo mendigo the homeless prophet
Fear kept it´s distance

He who cleaned my eyes
and told me of the inner trickery
He said put your games away sir
For everything will change

He said at the same rate as my hair grows
so do the times change
His words had the tone and speed of truth
His eyes of intimacy with deep pain

His hair will grow
If god wants it so
Some of those destructive concerns
will leave our shoulders

Maybe our Faith
could move a few boulders