Let me teach

Let me build barns of your brains and fill them
feed them and the winter livestock
Let me instruct your shallow night
Point out your mistakes so you won't err

Let me plant a tree where nests will be thatched
The wise out there will be in you matched
And we can cherish a few of those little known facts
Learn and you'll shine a little brighter perhaps

Clean those windows
brush out the chimneys
Your mind's a house
and when you're with me feel at home

Write words into the water watch them go
speak in ripples
I'll let the information we investigate flow
drink it in sips

The tide carries away the food

By the shallow pools of seawater slowly being filled by the incoming tide
is the chef of our century preparing soup and tipping it into sea.
The soup washes up against the sand green and floating,
Such a waste yet so destined to be that way.

Desired maidens brush back their hair while sportsmen try to court them
They don't know and entertainment wants to find itself
Worried men's minds can't interrupt the need
So flowing through the waves the observer goes as the couples split

The water full of food
Beauty hits the sand nude
Wooden boards that skip across the water
Plates carrying us for we are edible

I am the cassino

Look at me
What am I beyond loose change and leather sofas?
A little here a little there
My ear is a pocket and i´m listening to the jingle

Pokermachines a life upside down pure gambling
In the corner someone wins a fortune
Lights and coins and how life spins
Five minute weddings and betting on sin

Welcome to me, shining like the head
the cocaine note unfolded
I am the cassino always hungry yet overfed
I am the chance to win

So come to me break even or breakdown bankrupt
For I am the cassino tossing the coin high
As wallets empty and time is spent
Is it mere luck below the neon signs?

Before you count to five

Before count to five(before twenty)

The eternal teenager.

Haircuts and gossip the who's who changing with the hormones

At sixteen self involved, hair-dye experiments and pop music

The movement of youth it's bleeding through the hospital of time

Flashing brilliant, transforming and exploding into neon colors

The who did what and when comes to light school like a razor

Turbulent emotional flabbergast

We shut our mouths when we should speak

Class clowns ridiculing from backseats

Lust new and undiluted lines the veins of the brain

Eyes are distracted and life and love await like long lost family

Lunchtime corners where shyness breathes on some

Middle hall power-points fizzle and spark energy in their skin

Sports field changing-rooms admit dropping sweat and mud-stains

Part of the cycle exposes itself shamelessly to the world

exaggerated stories of loss and victory, remorse and repugnant taunting

Even the odd secret between wooden benches

Showers clean none of that necessary dirt

None of that untapped necessary living to screw up

Pride finds itself in holes in each young heart

Where it grows and takes hold

or runs around not knowing where to sustain itself

For each balanced kid there's always one that's twisted

Bent out of shape by disillusion, pressure

and the changing chemistry in a live body new to the world

Yet even the distinct foul taste of confusion could sweeten over the years

The flavor of loss or depression changing to please the souls taste-buds

In the lukewarm soup of memory.

Dance club lights flirt with teen auras

the confusion makes sense

Hot stories of when first timer lips met repeat

Enthusiasm is cradled like a new born

Chatter and laughter match the cricket's summer night racket

Social network threads flood the world

Frivolous impulsive thought a deluge

Conforming to the illusion of individuality

Yes that great beast flexing shopping mall biceps

The greedy and ever-consuming “Illusion of individuality”

Clinging to puberty and a void above the sign “identity”

Thought and opinion manipulators inject the clouds above the young

Minds are made like pancakes before you can count to five

Cosmos toddler

Cosmos Toddler

Abandoned near the park bench,

semi-grin radiating off him as he toddled.

Half melted ice cream in hand.

Outside some restaurant closed for the day.

His mother's scolding on his mind.

The semi grin dies down.

A lonely world growls hideously

and the wee boy quickly points to sky.

Like god would come down and comfort him,

suddenly give him back his parents.

Lost in the streets and his tears, his handkerchief still smelt like his mother

as his tiny hand held it up to his nose

A taxi passed by the man inside stared

but was unwilling to stop and help him.

The toddler swung his arms high

and thought of his fourth birthday a month before

How heinously strange that things should turn so sour now

All the same a grin sneaked back up across his face

as he remembered how his father had lifted him up

to show his little friends all his new toys.

He dragged his legs in the gutter as despair returned

bottom lip starting to tremble.

The clouds opened up and the sun shone upon him

He felt the warmth and remembered his mother's chest

He remembered his grandparents' smiles

The sun intensified and he pointed his finger again

his hand jarring from side to side as he extended his arm.

It was like something was there to protect him

as he heard a beating from under the ground

Looking around himself at the people passing who simply ignored him.

The beating got stronger as if the earth had a heart.

The tiny boy put his ear to the ground as the sun held him.

The warmth and the presence sent him to sleep.

Simple games and curiosities spun around in his dreams,

he was falling to earth not in panic but as the rays of the sun

As if he'd became plural and as he arrived he spread across the lands as the wind

It was as if the pieces of the cosmos had been broken up

and been given to him as building blocks.

The little boy simply disappeared from where he'd been sleeping on the side walk,

His mother just a block away screaming her head off like a demented rooster.

The little boy was now absorbed into the earth and sun, his sadness, fear and his glee

burned deep under and high high above. He was now the cosmos toddler.

Luke far off

Voice bounced around a few tones
Squarish approach... you
Us between our hometown and the island.
The world between us now

Academy driven
Like a genius you, I but a simple similie... you
toward the skies
a family

I´m not there to interrupt your prestige
won´t bug you or hound you
So stay an inspiration to me... You
my brother, my everlost link, you far off evolving sibling

Wind and vanity

It hits the river of hair knocking it back
Like a soap star´s tear
It breathes all over from out of nowhere
It sneaks and bothers

It hits skin running up goosebumping it
It swarms summing up
In the valleys of a woman it hovers just enough
before diving like a crazed puma

It hit's eyelids battering them because vanity matters
Bearing down as self want skids
For grand crowds of dull know how to flatter
Madeup and proud

The movement of hot and cold air
of mirrors that stare
of wind and vanity