Terror lives in a dark alleyway squatHe always has, he always willHe likes those nights when the moon stays homeThose cold black nights when all is stillHe used to prefer to go incognitoOn the crowded streets beneathThe full-on glare of city lightsWhen trading a bouquet for a wreathAll bets are off now he’s got the … More A BOUQUET FOR A WREATH
Your broken appendage is frozenYour nose is dripping tooFrom the look of it you’ll throw-up soonIt could be the death of you As you lie there in your sick bedBereft and chucking up a bit Your clothes insufficient for such cold conditions And I see you’ve now thrown a fit From your brow I detect … More YOUR NOSE IS DRIPPING
View Preview↗ MOTHER EARTH HERSELFI’m blind to all that’s going on around meBlind to all secrets others shareBlind to all the politics of peopleTo me most things get lost into thin airBut now I get this peculiar emotionThat this whole world is on its waySo many dying, so many cryingWhat is happening every day? There’s … More WE ONCE WALKED HAND IN HAND
‘I think I’ve played this game before’said the dreamer to the realist’I get to close my eyes and count to 10before you shoot this pianist?”There is no time for your pointless make believeall I want from you are factsmy world knows only black and whiteand fantasy distractsimagination counts for nothingthe same goes for creativity that … More A FREE-VIEW SKY
Places they had been strangers inPlaces where they could start againThinking of the now and thenThey close their eyes and count to tenYesterday, long after midnightIn a bedroom full of bright moonlightHe found he had no words to writeFound he’d lost his appetiteShe’d left behind her coat and catHer front door key and old straw … More PLACES THEY HAD BEEN STRANGERS IN
In faraway places he puts on a showPicado style, tirando and tremoloThe maestro with his cedar-wood guitarPlayed flamenco style in the local cafe’ barThey say he was the best musician in all the landAcclaimed, adored, always played on demandBut suddenly his world went cold and so darkWhen from the shadows came an oligarchTold flamenco ‘violated … More FARAWAY FLAMENCO
The death toll is risingsnowflakes and firein the tent of the futurewe planned to conspireYou gave me a smileI got lost in a dreamI haven’t got answersyou haven’t a schemeOne day on the top of death’s channelwe looked down at the oceans floorand like the dying native Americanyou shouted out, “You know, there is so … More SNOWFLAKES & FIRE
You’ve got the jump on life for onceYou’ve got a head start just in timeVictory can taste so sweetIf the victory’s not mineYou were a rabbit in the headlightsA lost soul out at seaStaring at the abyssAfraid of mysteryThere’s a headstone in the graveyardSailor’s bones rotting underneathThey say the last bit of degradeAre the dead … More CURIOUS MERMAID
They say you’re the one, the one who knew everythingYou even knew the day you’d dieBut I like to think you knew nothing at allYour just a strange girl living a lieIn cupped hands you kept all your secretsIn your head you kept all your dreamsIn the company of princes and paupersYou’re collected hearts, yet … More THE GIRL WHO KNEW EVERYTHING
THE THOUGHTS OF AN INTELLIGENT NUTTER The dark space between abject boredom and God is a contradiction; is a visible nothingness. For what it’s worth, of the two I prefer boredom. Many will never understand my logic. Belief is the one thing that makes consciousness pointless. The water was cold today, so cold I nearly … More 4.05PM-4.33PM, TUESDAY AFTERNOON, WARM DAY OUTSIDE
- MIKE STEEDEN - 