The Day is Dressing – Point Arkwright

I can feel the light show

I can see the wind blow

I can hear the sunrise

And slowly open the resisting slits of my eyes

  

I can see the trees grow

I can hear the water flow

I sense the sun as it sits up

And feel dew-heavy grass growing life on its warming blades

  

I hear darkness decline

I can see the flowers rhyme

Constant back-noise, waves at my window

As I touch the crawling insects and breeze-blown leaves silently below

  

Nature’s light show starts another day

As its clock strikes my window sill

Slow release, early, the morning silent still, curtains caressing

The birds are back and smiling

And the headlands wave-filled sandy day is dressing

VAMPIRE'S LAMENT

I want to escape to the winedark of night

My eyes are afire but see no fire’s light
A coffin deathbed awaits my darkened arrival
Yet I’ve stealthily found the key to survival

Teeth laughingly bite
With incisors of fright
Under duvets of cloud as full moon transcends
My raven’s skyblood in torrential rivers descend

I want to suck blood,
Until it’s a flood

To see fear of transition as you drain to my world

What’s formerly human, dawnlight’s milkblood has curdled

And how did commence

This sharp toothed intent?

A murder committed, judged, juried and sentenced

I smiled with black evil, no thoughts of repentance

But rope once knotted for that murder committed

Hooded hangman's noose was left hanging loose

The hangman as he lowered the tool of his trade
With razors of teeth my incision was made

Though none but he knew his ripped skin was rent
The hangman thus authored this vampire's lament

That hangman now my close demon and fiend

And fiend from the gallows will be so to the end

So now on black-carcassed horses we take fearsome flight

Though we still may cavort only the darkness of night

No magical Ray Bans, this curse can’t be broken

But when Sun leaves the sky don’t leave windows half open

No bridges relieve this coursing red-river’d fright

Our ghost horses in shadows must avoid searing sunlight

These tiger-toothed thoroughbreds; mares, stallions and geldings

Apocalyptic nail-hoven screams they are yelling

Our equine army no skin to protect

A target of innocence yet we needs must select

Our pure breed of stock, a vicious wild gallop

Charges willingly like a pack of wild dogs rabid

But a new day is dawning, or so goes the pun

An era of mercy may’ve tomorrow begun

So let's break the icons, the soothsayer whispers
If you let bygones be bygones, I’ll cease bloodied persistence

If you just let me sleep, I’ll not make you weep

If a trade we can make for jugular’s sake

No blood will I steal scar-toothed overbite

For that wound never heals, but if you listen it might

So with this quill pen an olive branch I write

In glaring sharpness I offer clear eyed insight

Though my delicate condition in this world never ends

I’m eternally tired and may offer profound amends

So fake blood I’ll devour

At witches’ curdling dark hour

Fear not my incisor

For no one’s the wiser

If none of us shares this connection

You’ll need neither silver bullets nor fire

To curb my desire

I’ll rest under coffin’s tight lid

Nor crosses nor garlic

All may be discarded, and I won’t paint you scarlet

If you'll not be my fiend but my close, heart-beating friend

SAD THE EYES BUT DEEP THE TREE AND THINGS WHOSE TIME IS FINISHED

Your eyes are sad and wide I see,

Vaguely trimmed with tears, but stoically

Are set the laughter lines as if agreed,

But now that frowns have been set free

They falter knowing history,

Back and forth like swaying wind-breathed leaves,

Extremities of deepset, ancient tree

That past is past and present too

And future’s vacant canvass new,

Our days in time are far too few 

For blisters to form calloused queue,

Of slippers’ glass there are just a few,

Time now to try another shoe

But yet our days have been too many

That weaved no fabric like a spinning jenny,

A wasted coin, a single-sided penny

Which for half the price still would not buy any

Time for time to be replenished

What was the point of all the hope,

No net to catch, too thin the rope,

And getting to the other side

No circus walker attempts that ride,

A ride whose fate’s short finished

BUILDERS, BAKERS AND OTHER STUFF MAKERS

When I grow up if ever that is

Like a red glassed Berocca on steroidal pink fizz,

A career decision that I have to take

My job description in the wings I await,

Will fall on the page with pockmarked-red stain

But no real blood, unless Dragons I've slain.

So what will life be on that grown up skymountain?

A leakdribbling faucet or Neutronic fountain?

I’ll let you know when it’s there I arrive

Until then, like the BeeGees, I’m “Stayin’ Alive”

Rocketshipped at birth, ground already shaken

Lift off successful unless I’m mistaken

Some misguided routes I’ve misguidedly taken,

So rebirth perhaps will perhaps re-awaken,

But they’ve lead to a point where this first hundred years

Is well under way and not always with tears

In that Neutronic fountain, nor always of cheers

But the plan’s well laid now for when I grow up

I’ll willingly sip from that rebirthing cup

So just let me know when it’s time to start

Several billion beats left for this beating heart

So when I grow up what will I be?

A butcher, a baker, a sick candle maker

A tinker, a tailor a light-sabre sailor

Voyaging interstellar oceans, in ships of plutonium

Blue lighted energy, or some beam me up potion

A lightning strike rhythm and lead guitar player

A sprinter, a poet, a Melbourne Cup Stayer

A balcony dweller contemplating the sea

But whatever it is, keep a look out for me

A singer a poet in a cocktail mixer

Shaken not stirred this spy cough elixir

A doer of deeds, on white noble steeds

Obi Wan, but taller, with wisdom to heed          

Achieve peace in our time

And make some words rhyme

Body surf waves with an offshore breeze

And learn to ride horses as they run through the trees

       

Curing the sick with the loaves and the fishes

A saver of life and doing its dishes

Masked in a cape of fine red golden thread

I’ll catch up with Superman, he’s just up ahead

And on that euphoric but natural high

My job description’s that “I’m going to fly”

No speeding bullets or single bounds

But with amplification make some very loud sounds

So my very existence I plan not to end

But to make someone smile by just pressing send.

NEW YEAR'S REVOLUTION (THE BEGINNING NOT THE END)

My new year's revolution
Is to become a Presbyterian
To live in the delirium
Of what's happening from here on in

Is this a long term stay we're in
Or just motel oblivion
When does the sanity begin
Or should we just survive?

And speaking of survive, I strive
To shake the trees and be alive
Stand on the cliff and take the dive
Into the water colder

Each nanosecond we grow older
Each cliffdive fugue becomes much bolder
But standing on that cliff grows mould
Though flying through the air is cold
Why should the chorus end?

Yet there is no chorus to this song
No one is here to sing along
Just switch the lights off as you leave
I have my candle, please do not grieve

So look up
Do you know why?
It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a human high
It's superman flying in the sky

Faster than         a speeding bullet
But he's getting older
and he may not still have it
It's time to get the kryptonite
No not the green, he'll lose the fight

More powerful than a locomotive
But if Lois decides to get emotive
Try to leap a tall building, with a single bound
But with focus lost might trip and hit the ground

And scream the pain in movie surround sound

So that's the chorus we're not having
A lifetime's opportunity worth grabbing
Not giving up's the heart of the matter

Don't think about what might shatter, just scatter

like the bull in that China shop, don't stop, break chains loose, snap, crackle, pop

When you don't use it, you'll probably will lose it,

but why not then just choose it, refuse it

to let time just shrink your life

So keep your cape and fly, and be there in the sky

When they look up above manbuilt towers

No reason to lose your Superpowers

Don't let your evolution bring disillusion or dilution,

it's a New Years Revolution, and you're leading in the charge.

Insanity's a choice you make, if realities a thread you make, and break,

don't wait to take a chance and raise the stakes

your chance to be that speeding bullet, fill it like

a rocket that is launched to stars, don't settle just for nearby Mars

It's close enough to drive by car, and living's no more a bridge too far

Look you'll see it's around the corner

So now we know what's here on in, no need for Presbyterians

Your fate is yours, the fate within

And let your music free, begin

to play that music loud

And don't hold back and just be proud,

No need to be part of a brain-dead crowd,

Or hide behind a Holy shroud

And like I said, play music loud

So there is no chorus to this song
You need no one to sing along
But if you have a two part harmony, so much less the need for alarm in me

Remember don't switch lights off as you leave
There are now two candles, please do not grieve.

THE SADDEST SONG - – FOR VERONICA GEURIN

PLAY AT 4/4 60 BPM AND BUILD TO CRESCENDO THROUGHOUT

THE SADDEST SONG - – FOR VERONICA GEURIN 

(CHORDS - SPARSELY FINGER PICK BUILDING ON CHORUSES -  & LYRICS)

G                                                         D

I’ve often wondered                             ‘bout my place in this

Am                                                       C

Should I cry out                                    Or should I kiss

G                                                         D

I’ve never known                                  What it is to die

Am                                                       Em                               D        

But now I feel                                       That I know why

                                   

G                                                         D

There are those                                     Whose life I feel

Am                                                       C

But I am one                                         Who cannot heal

G                                                         D

So I sit back                                         And say how sad

Am                                                       Em                               D

While others fight                                  No meaning lack

G                                                         D

NOW YOU ARE GONE                    BUT WHAT THE HELL

Am                                                       C                                             D

WHAT DID YOU CHANGE              THAT WENT SO WELL

G                                                         D

BUT YOUR SMALL CHANGE         AND COME WHAT MAY

Am                                                       Em                               D        

ALLOWS THE SUN                           TO RISE TODAY

G                                                         D

And then the saddest fate of all  Cut down in prime

Am                                                       C

While we who sit                                  And watch the time

G                                                         D

And upside down                                 the music rings

Am                                                       Em                   D

As right side up,                                    our material things

G                                                         D

So should I crave                                  a life that shines

Am                                                       C

Or should I course                                the path that sings

G                                                         D

And when I die                         What will I say

Am                                                       Em                               D

That I tried hard                                    For another way

G                                                         D

NOW YOU ARE GONE                    BUT WHAT THE HELL

Am                                                       C                                             D

WHAT DID YOU CHANGE              THAT WENT SO WELL

G                                                         D

BUT YOUR SMALL CHANGE         AND COME WHAT MAY

Am                                                       Em                               D        

ALLOWS THE SUN                           TO RISE TODAY

G                                                         D

A difference makes                               Those who stand and fight

Am                                                       Em                               D

After the fact                                        We feel the sight

G                                                         D

It makes far cry,                                   for to be brave

Am                                                       Em                   D

It takes far less,                                    to be a slave

G                                                         D

So when I see,                          someone who cares,

Am                                                       C

I think how brave                                  But I only stare.

G                                                         D

So when I see,                          someone who cares,

Am                                                       Em                               D

I think how brave                                  But I only stare.

G                                                         D

NOW YOU ARE GONE                    BUT WHAT THE HELL

Am                                                       C                                             D

WHAT DID YOU CHANGE              THAT WENT SO WELL

G                                                         D

BUT YOUR SMALL CHANGE         AND COME WHAT MAY

Am                                                       Em                               D        

ALLOWS THE SUN                           TO RISE TODAY

G                                                         D

NOW YOU ARE GONE                    BUT WHAT THE HELL

Am                                                       C                                             D

WHAT DID YOU CHANGE              THAT WENT SO WELL

G                                                         D

BUT YOUR SMALL CHANGE         AND COME WHAT MAY

Am                                                       Em                               D        

ALLOWS THE SUN                           TO RISE TODAY

G                                                         D

So when I see,                          someone who cares,

Am                                                       Em                               D

I think how brave                                  But I only stare.

G                                                         D

NOW YOU ARE GONE                    BUT WHAT THE HELL

Am                                                       C                                             D

WHAT DID YOU CHANGE              THAT WENT SO WELL

G                                                         D

BUT YOUR SMALL CHANGE         AND COME WHAT MAY

Am                                                       Em                               D        

ALLOWS THE SUN                           TO RISE TODAY

G                                                         D

So when I see,                          someone who cares,

Am                                                       Em                               D

I think how brave                                  But I only stare.

BACKLIGHT THROUGH A HOTEL WINDOW

A stream of light cuts through the night

Reflected outline sways

Electric sheen a mirrored beam

That takes me into day

I know that now that fantasy’s gone,

Don’t make it stay away,

Please tell me it’s not just a prop,

this clarity will never stop,

That shadows won’t come today;

No shadows here today.

But it’s just me, that I can see,

In backlit windowed haze,

Though sometimes there, an image shared,

may just be there for me;

may just be there for you;

may just be there for me.