battle array

 your choice is clear these honourable scars
must in the course of things be clearly shown
but you will have to bear them all alone
and fate will dicker now in strange bazaars
what you have made the process swiftly mars
but it is sheer luck to have spared the bone
and given each a chance now to atone
while we find a new course by brighter stars
those are the options given by our hands
when we have written out the profane signs
and all the planet knows just how we fail
and yet we are held down by tighter bands
and cannot pass outside these duller lines
though large the world still it remains a gaol

dazzling green

 i want to let the sunlight's dazzling green
explosion ripple through the morning air
but am too lazy now to leave my chair

so much this year i have already seen
and others now to touch would be a care
i want to let the sunlight's dazzling green

expand to transform the amazing scene
not only so that you can sit and stare
but that it shows that in this space i dare
i want to let the sunlight's dazzling green

horror show

 

we let the monsters fall out of the fray
the cheers of watchers silent in the dark
no one knows now exactly what to say

this is a game that no one knows to play
we have forgotten just what is the spark
we let the monsters fall out of the fray

too easy here to let things go astray
the answer is not simple clear nor stark
no one knows now exactly what to say

shadows fall early on the western bay
and we see those who bear the ancient mark
we let the monsters fall out of the fray

this is not what we hoped at start of day
the kingdom of the hunter and the shark
no one knows now exactly what to say

we don't expect that anyone will stay
this world is not a safe and gentle park
we let the monsters fall out of the fray
no one knows now exactly what to say

but we has none

 the tropic season is not always spring
you laugh at what we call the very cold
but at such times we will not be consoled

winter's bright bird is ever on the wing
this is a story that you have been told
the tropic season is not always spring

eternal summer is what the bards sing
and on the beaches many waves have rolled
since the first shares in the old lie were sold
the tropic season is not always spring

meditation on may day

 

(or, gil scott-heron got it wrong)

the revolution will be on the screen
we watch as crowds erupt into the square
the camera will catch each moving scene

a smiling pundit with her charming mien
will have some comment on the daily air
the revolution will be on the screen

we'll have a quick sight of some slim marine
whose mission and whose purpose are not clear
the camera will catch each moving scene

we'll note the many banners red and green
and wonder if the news reports are fair
the revolution will be on the screen

someone will tell us that it does not mean
the same thing as it did in a past year
the camera will catch each moving scene

the image and the colour will be clean
there is a magic that has to appear
the revolution will be on the screen
the camera will catch each moving scene

behind the house

forgotten winter
a gentle may breeze stirs the green
blocking my vision

a mountain morning

 

the sudden lifting of the shadow night
sunshine explodes with brilliance of force
we watch the river reach the sea from source

some things we find are naturally right
the way that daylight takes its proper course
the sudden lifting of the shadow night

each takes their lesson from this simple sight
from what is seen the pressure is not coarse
what's done is done without thought or remorse
the sudden lifting of the shadow night