Blood On The Snow

The God in the machine sees me.

I can see the cogs spin.

Little children crying in the dark.

Blood on the snow.

Wooden pipes play slow music.

To the melody of lost things.

Forest creatures dance around a fire.

Blood on the snow...

A beggar holds a wooden bowl.

Squelching things writhe and squirm.

A good man dies in agony, in the mud.

Blood on the snow!

Dappled sunlight falls on grass.

A cat eats a dead mouse.

A nice boy in a red jacket.

Blood on the snow?

What is the world made out of?

Who makes it?

What for?

Why?

?

See My Eyes, So Green.

I borrow my strength, from It.

It makes demands, I do not serve them.

It makes demands, I do not serve them.

It makes demands, I DO NOT SERVE THEM.

I weep.

It tells me, "Where do you borrow your strength from?"

I look in my eyes, I see It staring back in sadness, in betrayal, in hurt anger.

"I give you your strength. Why do you you give nothing back?"

Can you not all see? Look in my green eyes, you will find my madness.

Ghost.

I shook hands with a ghost. She was pretty. Not beautiful, but pretty. She said nothing. I envied her. She gave no reply. I told her she had what I wanted. She was silent. I screamed at her to give me back my treasure. I begged her and wept at her feet to give it back, but she would not. She is a ghost. They don't say anything. They don't give anything but silence.

With A Little Help From My Friend

So, I've been feeling a bit awful lately. About half the time really.

Its what I do.

I love you guys. You're all fantastic. You know who you are.

My friends, love me I don't know why.

when I'm sad I wanna lie down and cry,

My friends help me up, back to my feet,

With rainbow colours the sad they greet.

When, I'm mad they calm me down,

they take me back to ground,

Like a stray balloon they grab my string,

they wouldn't let go, when I'm flying,

And then again I'm sad, I'm mad, I'm bad, I'm glad, I'm once again sad,

They keep me sane, out of the rain, when I'm a pain, patience wanes...

But they don't back off, when I'm aloft, voices soft,

They hold me down, they stop my frown, they carry my crown,

They're so great, such awesome mates, I'm such a weight, but...

They hold me up.

Questions.

What are you doing? Why are you doing that? Why would you do that? What was that for? What’s wrong with you? Why won't you stop? Why are you like that? What do you mean?

Well then, Why?

Sorry everyone. I don't know.

Why are you not?

Why

would you tell me that? What’s the problem? Why can't you tell me? Why would you do that to me? How could you? Why can't we?

Well then, why?

...

Not good enough.

Night-Time

Moths' wings brush my face. The moon hangs bloated in the sky. Glaring yellow streetlights flicker. The scent of dog urine hangs in the air. The night wraps around me like a dead man's hand clutching a coin. Slowly but surely the time of my life arrives. Is here.

Watch the men who march in file,

Uniform pattern like kitchen tiles.

Here they line up in a row.

knock them down in a single blow.

Dirt and sweat ingrain your skin,

Watch friends lives end again and again.

Walls of mud, ears filled with blood.

Bend down on your knees and pray for love.

Search the dark for a lost thing,

A box, a book, a silver ring.

How badly we wait for the touch of sun

From the breaking velvet we hide and run.

Thinker Of Thoughts.

The thinker is thinking great deep thoughts. In his colossal mind flow thoughts like great rivers through the passages of his brain. He thinks and thinks. Because he is trying to unravel the knot of mere being. He has sat so long. And he will sit for all time. Past all our lives and the lives of our children, and all our descendants. Until at the end of all things, the trumpets sound, and the sun will be squeezed in the fist of the mighty giant of the sky. And the thinker will stand and look back at his shadow and how long it has become. and say,

"I know".

My Inner Monologue.

"Sorry brother, you where playing with marked cards. Your dice where loaded to lose."

"He's right you know, boy. The odds set against you, you did your best. Not your fault you lost."

"Well I think you deserved all you got, you unrespectful wretch ."

"Yeah, thats why we don't ask you, bugger off girl."

"humph! well i'll go then!"

"Me no like her"

"None of us do"

"She mean"

"Yes love she is, now leave it."

Thanks guys you're great.

Hey, Nobody is Perfect.

Well, there was this one guy, but we killed him.