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