Fly Away
With his long tail hanging down.
He sits quietly under every tree ---
in the folds of his velvet gown.
He drinks from the empty acorn cup
the dew that dawn sweetly bestows.
And taps his cane upon the ground ---
signals the snowdrops it's time to grow.
It's no fun being Jack-In-The-Green ---
no place to dance, no time for song.
He wears the colours of the summer soldier ---
carries the green flag all the winter long.
Jack, do you never sleep ---
does the green still run deep in your heart?
O
Spill Me
my back so full of scrapes
with the miles i've walked of waste
fade and fall away against
numb my hunger to taste
what's the basis for change
excuses to feed my ego's rage
cling to my comfort to clench
content with my sadistic wrench
find every reason not to kill
the half way beast
that steals my only peace
and don't expect it to rest
'till it's home
is a naturalistic nest
my back so full of scrapes
(with another wound)
and the miles i've walked of waste
(with another scar)
fade and fall away against
(with another scratch)
numb my hunger to taste
but there is no coincidence
and there is no compromise
RISE
close my grip on the floodgates
and lean on the back of the covenant
sealed in dreams
anticipate the backlash
uncountable grins fade to screams
doubts an ocean away on a sea
that my last mistake drowned unwillingly
and I don’t have the trust to float inside
the waves that seek to spill me
RISE
unrealistic ideals
promises I can’t keep
i don’t have those luxuries
and I don’t have the time you do to sleep
and now it starts
and now it begins
i’ve waited too long for this
for your fear to interfere again
so now my vision’s secured