Poems

War Inside My Head…

I’ve got to get away from this war inside my head,
I’ve got to get away from these eyes built behind enemy lines,
I’ve got to get away from this war inside my head,
Get away, get away.

Free from the voices going against my instinct,
Free from the voices brought on by pain,
To trust the fight between uncertainty and sincerity,
Abundance I’ll gain.

I’ve got to get away from this war inside my head,
I’ve got to get away from this mortal coil and the rage,
I’ve got to get away from this war inside my head,
Get away, get away.

Free from the thoughts that have become habit,
Free from the thoughts that leave me static,
To trust the shimmering light breaking free from my weary mind,
Than valour I’ll find.

It’s a battle I’ll fight all the way,
A battle I’ll fight with all the cells in my body,
All of the atoms, pores, synapses, limbs, veins, thoughts, feelings, pain, humour, will, love and faith.

I’ll dig myself out of the trenches,
I’ll remove all the scars that remain,
I’ll kill, kill, kill all the negativity,
All of the pessimism, hate, anger, jealousy, rage, fear, nerves and bitterness.

I’m going to get away from this war inside my head,
I’m going to get away from the haze that sees no future,
And I’ll relish every fucking second of my being.

Test Tube Potion…

Pain,
The demise of all rational thought
Controlling and powerful
Taking a complete hold.
Emotional
Physical
Both require such strength
Enduring for eternity
That’s how it feels anyway…

It’s winning the battle as I push you away
That’s not my intention
Searching my soul for a reason.
I am just a test tube potion
Conditioned to heal the wounds this way
It’s not right of wrong
Just the unconscious taking over
Nature running its cause
The teachings of the environment…

If there is a higher power
Take the knives away
Let me try to find myself.
I was almost there once
So close
So distant
This destiny is flawed
Anger fuels every thought.
I am just a test tube potion
Burning over the flames
Colliding thoughts
Exploding
No relief
No belief
Just a test tube potion…

Jeff’s Prophecy…

This is my silhouette drawing of the late Jeff Buckley and a poem to go with it. There’s something eerily haunting about his music – it’s absolutely stunning. One of the best musicians to have ever graced our planet…

Jeff Buckley drawing

 

Downstream lay the soul of the vocal one,
A mere 30 years and then you were gone.
You drowned then were found, no longer the physical prophet,
Forever present and pure with each and every sonnet.

A simple message to all to live life and be yourself,
No need to worry about time, image or wealth.
For money doesn’t buy the gracious words that leave your breath,
To wash away the prejudice releasing corporate stress.

You waited in the fire you burned,
I’m still waiting for your sweet return.

Your ‘Last Goodbye’ fell completely short,
Still we have your songs to sing, play and distort.
Another pluck, another strum,
A whole lot of work for my wrist, fingers and thumb.

I had to write these words, just so you could see,
Exactly what your music does for me.
So ‘Hallelujah’ for Tim’s betrayal,
A book full of songs from the hammer and nail.

And ‘Hallelujah’ for the love,
Keep on with your prophecy from the clouds above.