Wake me up in the morning

Wake me up in the morning, oh God
Kiss my brow
I’ll get washed and dressed
Slow with pleasure
I’ll climb down the stairs
Like a child again
Into the living room I’ll go
If you wake me up in the morning, oh God
I’m living now

Wake me up in the morning, oh God
Draw the curtains back
Call me again if I’m slow to respond
I can hear your laugh
I can hear the birds outside
In the shadows from the sun
Wake me up in the morning, oh God
I’m living now

I died again in my dream

I died again in my dream
I was crushed and broken, and lost
I fell again and was no more
I died again in my dream

I died again in my dream
Overwhelmed by sorrow
And love was named broken-heartedness
I died again in my dream

I died again in my dream
The spiritual eye was smashed
I woke up to the world
At one with death in the world

Like any room

in any room

Like any room
Where death has occurred
Birds come
To the window pane
Of the soul
To see

Into any room
Where death has occurred
The lie and the truth
This sleep is priced
At half a cent

Like any room
Where death has occurred
That fills up with water
And flies away
Like a child
Thru a window

I was drawing/sketching my living room. and doing research when by accident i came upon a video of the death of American poet Alan Ginsberg. As i was watching i heard a voice say “only sleeping” I suppose from one of the mourners present. so i was moved to add it to the sketch of my room and his most famous line of poetry below.

We are droplets of eternity

We are droplets of eternity
Shadowy dancers who ask
Can I be real?
We dance on umbilical cords
Like little wooden clocks
How easily predictable we are

We are droplets of eternity
Released into the sack of life
The drying ground of earth
Becoming a strata of bones
In earths feral history

To die
In supermarket earth
To waste away
Like MFI board on the heap
Our bones
Like architectural ruin
Weathered and fragmented
By empty packets of soap powder
Cat litter trays
The scaffolding from billboards

To die in supermarket earth
On shelves
Wrapped in plastic bin liners
Amongst the chicken bones
From a Christmas dinner
What were our faces for?
Why did our hearts beat so fast?
As we are peeled out of the night sky
Like stained glass transfers from glass

At the end of time
Mankind will gather
To ask for mercy
They who will not even be allowed
A burial in the living earth

At the end of time
Mankind will cry
Its selfish arrogant cry
Amongst the laughter of birds

My parents died
And were burned in the fire
Their ashes were scattered

It needs one heart
Living in eternity
To remember the dead
And their lives
Will not have been in vain

What happens after we die? I support the biblical view rather than the scientific view.

Song: Train Rider

Song: Train rider

Train rider, train rider
Where are you going to?
Going to the end of the line
Going to the end of time

You’re watching the stations go by
Grasping at shadows, hiding your chains
Watching the birds how they fly
Hiding your thoughts, hiding your pain

Train rider, train rider
Do you think that you’re going to die?
Do you think that you’re going to die?

PDF of Train Rider

Painted over humanity

Painted over humanity
With broad breezy brushstrokes
With the life of its victims

It lives
Nestled in our lungs
Like a musty fox
Curled up in a den

As it eats away its house
It dies in there
With it landlords grey
and lifeless body

There are so many breaths
In a crowd
For it to make
New pathways with

There are so many lungs
To hide in
Until it rises in a coma
From a bed

With deaths identity
On our faces
All our memories
Eaten away

Isolated, and tomb ready
We see our hearts night
On its journey
Beyond the curtain

We reach out to grab
All the things
That are still
Available to us

All the things that we loved
Memories peeling layers
Ending here
Enduring there

All the feeling rigged up
between us – unravelling
We feel the sails falling
Blowing away in the wind

On the day of Jehovah
We will be judged
One will say to another
It was him

One will relate
How life was taken away
And some will be grateful
That life returned

Some will be born together
Some will need to find their love

Coronavirus – unwelcome guest
In the temple of our bodies
Like a cloud of gnats

Like starlings that fly in flocks
From the beast in our lungs
Grateful to avoid ignoble deaths
In the animal market, on filthy plates

Like the stars that float in space
Swirling like leaves on an endless ocean
Whose light has memories like our owwwwn
Falling through space uncorrupted

This new form of life that takes life
Zipped up around us, in its pocket
We grope out into breaths of air
To leave its dry shadow where
it tried to embrace us

Coronavirus – who set you free?
Like a flock of flies from a dung heap
Where are the legs that make you leap?
Where is the mouth that eats and eats and eats?

Are you behind me inside a man?
Are you in front of me in unsettled smoke?
If the traffic of my breath is stopped
How can I cross the road?

The security guard looks tired
As into the supermarket I go
I eat like you, I breathe like you
But alas – I cannot see you

All the world’s a stage

All the world’s a stage
Bloodstained and smashed
The trap door opens
To reveal a nuclear silo

All the world’s a stage
And we are the walking dead
The bandaged blind
That limp to the supply train home

All the wold’s a stage
Where children run about
And fathers have no work
And mothers die in childbirth

Romance could exist upon the stage
In good times and in bad
But tears are real and happiness is hard won
And religion plays hopscotch with the nations

All the worlds a stage
That changes hands for every scene
In peace and in war we labour
A human formulae in an explosive recipe

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