The ballad of St. Nick, or usThe ballad of St. Nick, or us
Never quite knowing whom to trust
Always prone to kick up a fuss
Is there anybody out there
Who has the time to care?
The little bear in the big brush
No one's touch is ever enough
Always trying to be real tough
In this cold and thorny prison,
Will someone let him in?
The window is bright and smiles wide
And the doors always swing inside
But there is no one left to ride
His pawprints mark the streets in vain
For warmth and ease from pain
The ballad of St. Nick, or us
Bad luck he labors as he must
Trampled on down into the dust
No one to hear his tiny plea.
What about you and me?
To inaugurate all,To inaugurate all,
To inaugurate one.
To heed the bitter call,
To embrace flaming sun.
These words that I pilfer
From giants of the earth.
What light through me filters?
What left of me is worth
The labor of reply
That I so desperate seek?
In driving rain I cry.
In caverns I whisper deep.
In this endless ocean
I silent slowly bleed.
Which rooks can scale the high wind?
From vapors I still breathe.
Drifting without a searchlight
Or a strong right hand,
Still spoiling for a fight,
No place I wish to land.
Give me a month - or less -Give me a month - or less -
And I will see what I can do.
Have I skill to pass the test
And make my vision clear to you?
The refuse that litters my life,
I hope to salvage some saving grace.
Can I be master of the knife
And carve some character on my face?
In these hollow woods I haunt,
Murmuring songs of disbelief.
For a reflecting pool I hunt,
To see the salvation through the grief.
Ask me for a fragment thin;
I will not linger to reply.
To skim the shadow from the skin,
How much longer should I try?
When I Look Into Your EyesWhen I look into your eyes
All I see are the lies
The promises you can't keep
The spirits that disturb my sleep
All the worlds where I don't belong
And yet you sing your siren song
Whispering in my ears
Awakening my hidden fears
The choices I refuse to take
And yet you restless wish to wake
The conscience slumbering within me
The happiness I refuse to see
And with a single cutting stroke
Those melodies I swiftly choke
Back to their primeval place
While I live only the chase
Casts my shadow into relief
Subsumes the hurt and the grief
The matter is left at the end
More a mystery than a friend
The Man-Eating Mares of DiomedesThe man-eating mares of Diomedes
Can bring even the fiercest to his knees.
They hear his whimpering and feeble pleas.
With rumbling thunderburst,
Trample his bones to dust.
In shadow bramble canyon they do dwell,
Inflamed by ravenous ancestral spell,
Thier frolic this barren cavernous hell!
Who dares intrude within -
They rend from limb to limb.
This macabre fatal game only they play,
Racing endless circles to dying day.
Their smouldering hoofprints warn all away.
Brave hearts so strong and fast -
This breath may be your last.
Building a Dam 2Brick by brick
Stone by stone
The rising tide within me grows
And as the high walls
Keep the flood back
Still on the attack
The ring of fire
Keeps them at bay
They dare not traverse my way
The word tolling outwards
Scattering them all about
Keep the hell out
Holding up a shield
Refusing to yield
Wondering what I had known
Tries the task
The damage is my own
I Don't MindPeople seem to go through me
All the time.
For all the things they seek,
Not me they find.
They build their burning bridge
Along my spine.
Whenever they need something,
I don't mind.
I am the sort of fool
They need to use.
Like a tender waif,
I invite abuse.
All these puppet strings
I can't shake loose.
If they're so fond of me,
Why am I blue?
No matter what the rules,
I play the game.
Bent this way and that
Like a wooden cane.
Hands huddled around me
Like moths to a flame.
Though the load is heavy,
I feel no pain.
I stay the same.
Left BehindIf you seek you just might find
Someone marooned in an ancient time.
Not a word we can say in kind.
He was the one that was left behind.
He opposed us - he wanted to stay.
The reason why he would not say.
No one could speak to him anyway.
He could not lose himself in the fray.
He is probably out there still,
Looking down from upon the hill.
When will he come out from the chill?
Not even he knows when he will.
Cave DwellersThe future lay before him shining bright
But vision suffered from expectation
Led him to take refuge in modesty
And strive inward with meek imagining
And quiet momentum bestowed his wish
Of adolescence drawn beyond instinct
The outward structure left unattended
Became enmeshed in foliage so green
Obscured the searching gaze of raptors high
And dissolved into subliminal sight
While within dreams and yearnings lay inert
Entangled futures reverbrate in stone
And clutter dominates oppressive snarl
And when inevitably whispers out
The feeble truth of such indolent airs
The mocking jests impact with hollow tone
As coins impacting dry desolate well
Long dissipated water receding
Intemperate insects disturb his sleep
Intoning their indistinct prophecies