A Brain That Doesn't Stop.

Neurons firing at each other
structures tearing and rebuilding over
growing centres that are reinforced above
but those paths forget the heart and love
the way of nature, a pattern forms
a brain that never stops is forlorn
doomed to repeat and never change
unless something marvellous and strange

the heart deceives a brain that doesn't stop
it makes it count seconds til alone it's not
takes every thought and makes it shine
for love and god, turn it divine
for a memory that never forgets
can be made to think with reverence
of every inch of beauty held
in mind and body where the heart once dwelled

a heart basks in laughter and her smile
and plan to make it last a while
it divines ways to compliment her style
to think on her with every mile
and even if the brain may wander
the heart will return to her and ponder
and remind the brain of future plans to see,
how alone is just a memory

the brain tries to hide in computation
while the heart kills all calculation
round and round a brain can go
bogged down by the need to know
a brain really just wants protection
it tends to think only of rejection
hearts when challenged skip and race
brains seek to hide in a known space

brains that go and do not stop
can count thy ways to the last drop
but once again when darkness creeps
the heart will make the brain retreat
and turn again to thoughts of her
which lead to actions that push and stir
and give her heart a chance to breath
and know his heart is all for thee

Taken by the Sea.

If my path is crossed by a visit of your ghost
If I dream and its of life not bound by sense
and I am dragged into the ocean by those waves
I will make myself a raft to carry me over
and should I drift past the shore where you sometimes wait
I shall offer to take you on board

If you take my hand with thoughts of sailing together
I will be your saviour or captain whatever you need of me
If slowly you start to forget I am there and continue the voyage
I will not look to change the course and I will quietly abandon ship
If you want to pay your fare I will not seek to collect any recompense

If however you see my raft and I'm flying the colours of my family
With the wind that passes through them blowing your way
and you still make the decision that you will not join me
Remember that at that moment the wind will change
I will be blown away from you bound for other shores

But if as I grow closer and you feel the need to signal
that if with anticipation you can feel the breeze in your hair
If you are taken with excitement that this new wind is refreshing
Know that when I arrive I can build a fire that will warm you and protect you
One that cannot be put out and will only grow larger
Even storms and rain will not stop it raging
It will join with yours and we will make a fire that roars with authoritative voice
and forever it will burn between us ignoring the cold constant passage of time

Old Work

Been going through some of my books of random writing and thoughts from a fair while back, here is one I kinda like.

Made from the dreams of front line soldiers

That girl back at home that stills the waters

of the river in your soul that you keep hidden

but can't be kept away from that cool breeze

that only she can blow and make you listen

because every word she says could be the last you hear

That's pretty much verbose of what I wrote in my book, probably a fair while ago.

Its an interesting thing the feelings of someone knowing that they might not return from battle. Everything is hightened and you are quick to make decisions when emotions are high. Sometimes its better to have the pressure as you realise what you have and that those feelings were always there or it could mean that you over estimate them and are left with something forced.

It's why Dear John letters are so powerful and devastating to a man on the front line, it could be the difference between hope and despair.

I think I might try and expand on this writing over the next couple of days.

Here is my update on this, not finished but work in progress

divined in the dreams of a front line soldier

A girl back home that stills the water

Of a raging river that he keeps hidden

From comrades where those feelings are forbidden

But the river can’t be kept from her cool breeze

the one that allows the unseen pressure to ease

that wind that only she can blow and make you listen

as though that one voice is what you spent your whole life missing

only her cadence and tone can kerb your fear

even when you realise that voice could be the last you hear

to be finished later

360 ft. Josh Pyke

So I went on a rant about the song Throw It Away by 360 ft. Josh Pyke and how it was a poor man's version of Homecomming by Kanye West ft. Chris Martin, also in the 360 song he rhymes change with change 3 times in a row and I was thinking how dumb that is on so many levels. I went on Youtube to find the songs to link to friends who I ranted about it to, then I couldn't resist commenting about this fact in the comments. Anyway I received about 10 replies from people saying I was a hater and it was genius, I was jealous and should do better. OK fair enough, so I made an attempt.

Here 'tis.

The Tide is Slowly Turning

People begging for a change really want something do
while its only time that seems to move
its not just about change, people want something true
not something borrowed and not something blue
you can only beg and want so long
before you take to the streets, people strong
with indignation and against whats told
when you realise to find the way is hard and bold
and as you add another billion that uniquely delve
it makes a billion times harder to save from themselves
do times really change if none are allowed to see it
hidden from view or distorted truth witnessed
Dont worry, in the middle the cleanup continues
carry on people and cover the sin that is in you
for the highest will always want to keep you down
the highest of self or the loudest of sound

the middle dont realise how well they have it
while the media want to make greed a habit
instead of everyone looking into a mirror
its time to reverse it and make the world clearer
clearer of mind, clearer of worth, clearer of lies, 
instead its become death by 1000 sound bites
we look to politicians to clear the air
but still the most pollution comes from mouths to scare
there are things that people shouldn't know
yet drawing that line are people behind the show
they are scared the curtain might be drawn
and that the power they have may one day be gone
they support dictators for their form of peace
then help them be killed when citizens release
claiming all the time they are in the right
thinking the people they rule are not so bright
that the truth will never see the light
that they've been slowly backing people into a fight

the tide is slowly turning.

I think I might have some more in me on this one but this is enough for now.

Reason

OK so maybe I should put up an explanation for all this. A friend made the suggestion that I should start a blog. I am putting this out there so that I finish some of the stuff I start.

So many things unfinished, poems, songs and ideas, it's time to have a place where I have to submit some complete works and see what comes back.

The place where I want to be

I wrote this after reading this poem by Shel Silverstein

If I could get to that place where the footpath ends
before the road is laid,
Where the grass of untold wealth grows,
Where there is relief for yearning toes,
where waters that calm the soul flow,
away to blessed shores

It may take some time to get to where the footpath ends
before the road is laid,
where children know more than us
they play and draw and make no fuss
before what we teach breaks their trust
the blessed shores forgotten

When you dwell in the place where the footpath ends
and let your will subside
knowledge is valued equal to dust
pride is eaten as solid steel rusts
great barriers can only bust
as the waves are never ending

You need to look to the side where the footpath ends
where the small crack is
the only way for light to shine
making ideas that are not mine
bright with honour this time
eliminating all shadow

Lets get out of this darkened town of jet black skies
Where the detours never stop
Moving past the dead flowers in a row
Taking time to be measured and slow
and follow the lines of true arrows
To where we can finally rest

If we travel together where the footpath ends
will it be forever
I dropped your hand once before
I thought it might be ever more
I've since nailed over that door
which I will fight to keep unopened

So I picture myself where the footpath ends
and you are there with me
I reach to take you by the hand
our legs deep in the shore's white sand
and in clear defiance we now stand
the waves wash but have no sway