Just like a movie scene

 While I had the power

While I had the dream

I loved you in the tower

I loved you like a queen

But the snow kept on falling

And it was a snow white seen

It all seems like a movie scene

I should have seen you coming

You should have known where I'd been

But it doesn't really matter my queen

The dawn is early calling

And the night is so obscene

It all seems just like a movie scene

I feel I'm going somewhere but 

I'm so dirty never clean

With all this guilt I have known

Things I have done, things I say but never mean

Just like in a movie scene

Will you hold me once again

Or let me fall into the stream

It all is unknown in the falling rain

Can you light a candle, help me remember my dream

Just like in a movie scene

Real to Reel

 Real too real, that's what they say

It's real as a black hawk on a summer's day

Together we stand and divided we fall

Who's behind the scenes at the mirrored hall?

I walk with my eyes all bound up in chains

And Jade dragons are snarling at cold winter rains

The love of a lost one, a ghost who won't come again

It's too real too real for to give it a name

And time is an enemy oh but time is a trust

A fund of hegemony, and a loan of the dust

That falls in it's lines so binary as lust

You can drink down with wine

Turn it on or turn off

But not love

It floats as a bee on the breeze

And sails as a ship across choppy seas

And if one moment it is lost, the next moment we freeze

It is reel to real a love's matrimony

Six Flicks

It seems like a gossamer of design
Like a needle in between the
Feeder and the spine
Like a tap root pulled up
Or a bean stalk to climb
Its a special condition
Of remission in my mind

There are six flicks showing at the cinema
Seven crooks in the books waiting at the bar
And I don't want a be a liar
But I just burnt down the cas ba
For the manageress was indistress
Over the painting of the tar

I fell through the floor
Eiffel true but but poor
In design of the infinite
The night and the sinews spent
And twisted in the age of someone sure

I courted the dream of an Geronitus
He laughed and split coconuts with his
Master's whip
He held in his hand the candle for the vandel
He held under knee the key
And he fell from the plinth
Where they dug up his bones
And framed them as me

I saw you wish in the harbour
And heard of love fish in labour
She drew up her wings
And spilled out her things
Until I saw all the stone babies of earth

Of course the river was rough
And its worth should have been reason enough
But asylum I found none
In the guise of a nun
The phylum of trees left me
Pith in my gun
And it all went silent after the big bang
And the trees swooned softly
Under a dying sun
As the Cathedral bells tolled
For the breaking of the day
When Christ walked on the eggshells
Of all the sinners that he had saved

And it came like this
In the fourth and Fifth
Centuries of New Palestine
The choirs of angels sang to briars
And the sandboxes refilled themselves

Of course they did he said in a moan
The loveless ponies had shelf proofed the stone
And the stone had hardened to a roof of rock
That was built upon pillars of sand

I cut the bone and marked myself
Dug a new grave and filled with my doubt
Earned my chrysalis turned
Off the water spout
And suffered the chains of freedom