Faith´s tide(yes they sent a demon)

Beachfront rooves baked in the sun
Sons surfed to their noon fun
Misty middays, and i dragged the living
from where the children played

Paperwork hindered and frustrated
I was almost assasinated
Like a convoy of love to the sea I was
Under the sinister pines a sign i´d pay a cost

Down toward the islands divide everything improved
Life treated me to clear skies shimmering midday lagoons
A trailer filled with loved ones I towed with a tractor
Market gardens with servants of god to greet us

Then the dimness stole all life from the day
Darkness found me in a medievil tavern
On the sand floor with a wooden cup of wine in my hand
A demon in a tantrum lunged at me with rage as sour as the wine was

Faith was there in my gut dripping down from my rapidly pumping heart
I was with my creator as the demon full of blame and hate emitted his poison
His eyes boiling his sharp ears and mouth accusing
I cut him in half and stared at his remains

This broken demon body upon the sand
the trophy of my faith
The inversion of the curse
The turning point of the ordeal and resounding demise of the yellow demon

May the world be rid of hidden spells
Of wishing pain and invoking hell
Indeed I do pray that my Faith continues to rise
Before evil´s next diabolical surprise

Lateness and dawn cloud

 Leaving a city
Travelling slowly away from that familiar scenery
Entering a new one

Leaving behind that rolled up cloud that would grip trees at dawn
That smoky layer
Sun's burning it up

The end of this year
end of the train line
Late to work attached to strings of complacency

I love slumber
though it's being robbed
The pillow and the sheet call me lullaby sweetly

All things I left behind creep up
previous engagements rattle around in my head
My plans are being broken like dawn cloud

I've managed to hold onto a few
No late train can hold this back

Afford your mansion

Tiger head fountains in your high homes.
hard dead grey walls
Big hands reaching into the pot
Pushing back the poor

Candid two faced administrator
Drama headquarters of hell
Our hearts are mansions of pride
A mansion of anger a symbol of your simple greed

Long are the lost roads in these overcrowded cities
Where we Exchange promises and guarantees
Numbers on paper under mansions that loom like sentries
Spending our Money and keeping poor people poor

The van to a brilliant new world is heavy
 under the weight of our obsession with possessions
the driver says our Money is no good
And we have to catch the late bus like the criminals

Life is no mansion, it´s not a fancy stoned ring
Tiger head fountains won´t stop bullets
So stop selling guns to poverty
Try to drain the hidden contempt of your servants

Investigate exploitation´s cost high and handsome
Before you invest in your next big mansion.

Wanganui shade

Old Phoenix palm umbrela
with fruit trees and tall flowering shrubs
to form a canopy over the Yard
Where shade would lay all year round

If time had two eyes and a face
It would look to the sky and feel the temperature of the seasons
The shade is the only cool place through rainless january days
The earth naked to the laughing leaves

Late friend the blueberries have ripened
And from here to otaki their fruit forms
Would you dare go by foot under pines in the night
Like the wild dog hiding from the moonlight

No your courage is for show friend
Time is ticking as the Phoenix palm rots from the inside out
The grassless soil below transparente as your fear
January evenings your mouth boasts out and puts in beer

The window sills will  be as sad as stationary you come april
No more heat to take hold of you, move your lazy carcass
You can hear your dead father screaming leave this place
For nothing grows there´s no laughter for jokes and you´re always broke

Don´t let your Peace be cut by the hands of time
The surface roots cracking earth are alarm bells that started ringing years ago.

Lines of the sunset

Strange waves of clouds have washed the storm in
The Blurring drenching front
Falling to land with the gails and forks
With knocks and cracks

Dispersing and disappearing
Drifting into fragments cut by the waning sun
Into lines of the sunset
A blazing outlandish Orange pink

Peace at the end of daylight

Thin(tragic loss)

When the heart becomes a balloon
big and empty for mourning blows
The father's grief looms
A space inside him grows

The simple joys are flattened
The future is a nurse
ears hear pitter patter
Though not a footstep is what's worse

Not a burp or grin or burst of laughter
But a thousand tears for a mourning father
Times grow thin and tragic loss growls
Emaciated will each day tastes foul

The arms that once held such a beautiful son
reach out to emptiness despair fills lungs
The punishing strokes of disbelief
Of reliving the shock during black weeks of grief.

Where there's no picture(selfish crown)

Someone's waiting oh it can't be me
Someone with a crown and an empty picture
Waiting for confirmation that the person is royalty
Life's short, forget majestic and get the nectar

Am I the lost love sick stick figure pointing
With bags under my eyes?
I admit I used to lose sleep and breathe sighs
Until I realized too life's short to pine

An elephant' s memory and a lions heart
the empty picture is a lie
Known is the reason why I departed
Framed obsession isn't art... Or a way to get by