...They Be...

*Riding the Bus*

The bus is empty,
but yet not.
For shadows flicker up and down along the seats
as the trees fly past
like playful lovers hiding
from parents.
Just a dream.
Outside
neighbourhoods flash past
encompassing all of human existance
in a brief second.
Where a row of houses
and neat green gardens
summarises
existence.
Just a passing dream.
The faded blue seats
are firm
Am I grabbing into them?
or into her back?
Both are firm and silky smooth
but one pulses beaneath my hand
the other rips and sheds its innards
Brown stuffing on the dirty floor
Fuck it
Just a lost and passing dream.
And the sun slants its golden rays
until they reach my face
and blinded
I stand
walk down the aisle
past rubbish
past the blue seats
past the windows
and with a goodbye I depart
Just a lost and passing dream
that has ended.
Just riding the bus.

*Unnatural Day*

The door creaks open.
The smell of shoeshine,
On my polished boots.
A day of school.
Again.
A heavy bag on my back.
Today was an unnatural day.
As soon as I stepped out into the wind.
It was warm.
For early spring, it was hot.
The warm air eddied around the trees,
Which blew back and forth,
Across the purple sky.
I kid you not.
So grey, it was purple.
So dark, it was purple.
As I walked down the steps,
Which buckle as they slide,
From their foundations,
*must get them fixed*,
A mutter from my father.
A sudden gust,
Hits the plum trees,
Which in blossom,
Spread their soul,
Across the bonnet of the waiting car.
Pretty pink fairies,
Dash their dreams,
On the metallic hood.
Today was an unnatural day.
Arrival at school.
Buzzer, walk, Modern History
How typical.
But the weather did not hold,
In its humidity.
The weather broke and shattered the world,
With its tears.
The trees blew back and forth,
Again.
And the sun hid behind its clouds so grey.
So grey, they were purple.
He hid his face so all you could see,
Was celestial anger.
The rain came down,
And filled her empty soul with water,
Wrung from the eyes of God.
Hidden behind his sun,
Hidden behind his cloud,
Hidden behind his anger.
Her,
No more.
Today was an unnatural day,
Where unnatural events,
Meant I threw my love away.
Goodbye.

*Generation : Sublimation*

So what are we?
Harsh music rips the air waves
Disturbs the ripples
That billow out.

1 Press Play

And Siva
We are what we play
And Rhinoceros
We are what we hear
And
I
Am
One.
We are what we know
And what we know we learn from what we hear
And what we play we learn from what we hear
So we hear
We know
We live
We grow

2 Hush We Hear

And Today
We learnt to fly
And Silverfuck
We yearned to die
And
Mayonaise
Turned brown
Became the sky
And forced eyes down
People searched for beauty
Within the simple sound
Of a guitar playing chords
Singing softly to itself

3 The Juggernaut

And a Bullet with Butterfly Wings
Flutters past my face
And 1979
The world erase
And
Thirty
Three
Times we looked
Into the moon
But it replied too soon
The expectation grows until
What follows cannot exceed
What public demands will be
Turned to art, stone, statue, black.

4 Melodious Soothe

And Ava Adore
We’ve been waiting
And Perfect
Self-elating.
And
Pug
Kiss and kill me sweetly
When the words of God
Touch the ground
The fire rises
But they ignore that stamp their feet
The demand of the damned
Downturn or in fire burn.

5 Angry Memento

And The Everlasting Gaze
Becomes the sun.
And Stand Inside Your Love
Or turn and run
And
Try
Try
Try
To get back up on your feet
Try the face the sun, the street
And find the way they shine
But failure for your attempts
And a loss
Into darkness
And into obscurity.

6 Angry Return

And Glass Theme
Shatters the radio  funny that
And Dross
Subtly winds to where we sat
And
Heres
To
The
Atom
Bomb
Falling down on us all
From the heavens rain
We turn from them, our few
Our Deus Ex Machina.
Hollow
But for our souls filled
More tunes that reflect our angst.

We turn to music once again
Ignore the sounds that bleat
Ignore the rip of radio
Oh our hearts desire
That harsh music again.
Rip the airwaves
Don’t care anymore.
Don’t want to know
Dont want to even the score.

Generation Sublimation