Living on Sandy Soil

She left the home she abode, longer than her memory, And crossed the bridges burnt by others to get to the place she needed. There she found great hardships and difficulties to overcome. There she planted her home in sandy soil And carved a life from the tree that grew. It was there she found the peace and joy she once thought only others knew.

Of The Colourless Dreams We Shared

We found hell in a beautiful place.Where the sun shines through sparkling dust. 

It made him pull the teeth from his face, I understood; that’s where the need grows and the spider lives.

As long as there was gold to be poured into our brains, setting pleasure alight in every nerve ending we owned, a million mad soldiers could march up our spines.

In the crystal darkness of a one roomed flat we lost our way searching for the first time the juju gave us colourless daydreams.

We lay in that cold wet place of such hazy agony and I knew he wouldn’t make it. I put my head on his chest to listen for his heart to stop beating and howled for his lost soul.  

I have a message for you

We as a generation will be judged by future generations, its up to us what history will say.

There is a potential for greatness but if we don't fulfill that potential we will be know as the generation who played Pokemon for two weeks one summer.

Worse yet we are letting down our children and yes every child is our child as species.

You may be religious or Atheist, rich or poor, you may be Jedi; our differences make no difference in the face of one fundamental truth.

You may or may not believe in climate change or equality for all, but You must believe in the future.

You must believe that we as a generation have a responsibility to leave this World a better place than we found it.

Stars of the Colour blue

I met a shooting star in the smoky halls of soaking red-hot saloon.

She said rather burn bright for just one night than live a thousand in the dark.

Said I this place is full of girls just like you, lying in dark alleyways bleeding from their hearts.

All they see are the bricks of their broken homes and the rusted steel of cell block bars.

This life ain’t shit but a series of fucks until you have none left to give.

And she shuffled the deck and I cut the cards and poured us another shot of rye.

She threw that bitch to the back of her throat and said, “Fuck you man watch me scorch the sky.”    

The Adventures of Tina and Troy

 This is Tina. On the 9th of December we have been married for 10 years. Tina rages against the dying of the light; this is my favourite thing about her, she has the courage of an exceptionally courageous tiger.

This is mostly why we've been on so many adventures and probably why having been accidentally kidnapped by Austrian drunkards in Barcelona is a genuine excuse for being late to your child's Christening that one time.

She wasn't fazed by the terrifyingly ramshackle crocodile farm we went to in Malawi, the Goat sitting next to her on the bus we caught in Zambia or playing scrabble in that bar in Cyprus definitely a hang out for mercenaries, hired killers and gun runners all of whom were terrible cheats.

But the most courageous thing she ever did was say yes to marrying me especially after she got to know me first. I love Tina and it's safe to say that over the years we have been in love.

Its a rare thing to find someone who likes you and endeavours to make you a better person by becoming a better person themselves and even rarer who accepts the things about you that will never change.

Ten years is not a lot of time and adventures are not just good times and delicious cocktails there is always work to be done difficult work, the type of work that takes the courage to commit to your decisions good or bad.

And with Tina I never have to doubt, even in a hundred years and after a thousand drunk Austrian kidnappings, a day will come when she stops loving me because its too difficult and this gives me courage to do the same.  

Love's blade

I hurt myself today, stuck a needle under my skin.

There is an empty bed, where my heart used to be, with crushed linen and a glass with a lipstick edge and the ash of a smoked cigarette on the side table.

She paints the streets with her dreams now I’m no longer in them. With dark blues and reds and I couldn’t stop her because it would be too unkind to take her away from herself and make her ordinary.

The rain fell on my face today, cut me deeper than a blade. I felt my heart exposed, my flesh just melt away, as I watched her move further into the night and brighter in all her brilliance.

There is no one else to blame because in my mind I know she’s too beautiful to inspire such futility.

Rocket Ship Shoes

Some saw a dirty piece of paper. I saw a story unwritten.

A story of a girl with rocket ships on her feet and her eyes full of deep blue sky. I saw a boy, who gave her rocket fuel, grow like a tree rooted in her soul. I saw the love they shared the days they chased and the cold hard nights they spent in each other’s arms. 

It was the note he passed her behind the teachers back and the poem he wrote that made her laugh and cringe at the same time.

 

The slip he earned when he passed his licence, she was there to celebrate and they drove like maniacs till the tarmac burned bright in those endless summers.

The acceptance letter that meant they could go to the same collage and the diplomas they got when they left.

A page from the book they signed when they made the vows in front of friends and family.

It was the napkin she cried into that day her rockets crashed. The day she found out love was a rusty blade in a dark alley all fucked up on drugs waiting to carve out her man’s heart for seemingly no reason at all.

The paper-work at the mortuary, the bill from the funeral parlour, the positive pregnancy test that would have otherwise made her happy, the court ordered eviction notice.

The photo she showed their daughter of a father who died in a blood red alley.

It was there at the bottom of her bag; the invoice for the plastic ring he bought when he fell on his knees to beg for her hand in the rain, with flowers he stole from the reception of a nearby hotel because she told him she needed more so he became more.

And she cried and crushed it close to her heart till she could no longer hold on because even though he’d been there her whole life and even though no one else could ever love her like that, she had to let go.