Notification

Looking all day for the little red box,
Scanning my phone to find out what's what,
A reply, a like, a post from a "close friend",
My mind on my facebook,
When does it end?
Notify me,
I have to see.

Real life events on a real timeline are passing me by,
My wife up and left me, I never asked why,
I commented on her relationship status,
"It's complicated" actually means she hates us.
Notify me,
I can hardly see.

All day long the ancient of days,
Holds out his hands, shows us his face,
But the notification doesn't come on my phone
So sadly I miss the alert when it's shown,
God, notify me.
I need to see.

The vibration setting of a tuned in spirit,
The alert of nature can cause you to hear it,
The love of real friends can give you a taste,
Of the eternal love in the book of the face, of the king,
Incoming,
"He loves you,
You're wanted",
Ping.

Notification, every minute, every day,
Father cares is what The Son says.
This is the notification,
Of your salvation.
O Lord,
Notify me,
I want to see.

My Soul: Listed on eBay

For a three way,
and a cheap stay,
I sold my soul,
On eBay,

He pays,
When she says,
It's a neat phrase,
"I sold my soul,
On eBay",

The free phase,
Was a freak craze,
A weak gaze,
At chic ways,
"He sold his soul,
On eBay"

The key lays,
Beneath ways,
Of THE maze,
Where he prays,
For free grace,
To repay,
The price of his soul on eBay,

A knee graze.
Stung in sea spray,
We pay,
For our cheap stay,
We flee away,
From our D Day,
The free play,
In the freeway,

While the sheep lay,
In the deep hay,
They sleep-pray,
Not weep, fey,
The fee's waved,
Like he says,
A second chance offer,
My Soul redeemed,
On eBay.

November snowflakes on a February Morning

It's late in the morning,
And late in the day,
The snowflakes fall,
In silence they play,

They dance now before me,
In the midst of my life,
Then lie there amelting,
In the eve of this strife,

This son or this daughter,
Their journey to earth,
The recycle of water,
On the way to rebirth,

In not-quite blizzard before me,
The ground unchanged,
Save a little damper in absence,
Nothing's remained,

How perfect and short,
This white snowfall is,
The end in the middle,
The never-was kiss.

I turn to the side now,
And look in the book,
The half-thumbed pages,
Of an ageless hook,
The hook of the highlife,
The hook of the hook,
Now hidden in lowlights,
With the peace that it took,

For falling and melting and absorbing can be,
Draining like life on its return to the sea.

I sit here in cold and shiver a little,
At the full life that ended somewhere in the middle,

It was over before it began,
And the snowflakes danced,
And the children ran.

apathetic accounting

If the wages of sin are death,
And the godless are godless still
as they spend their dying breath,
Their earthly credit has expired,
Now they give their account,
draw on their damn pension, once retired,
Who are we saving from the fires?

Do we sit on our nest egg
Whilst they are forced to beg?

When weighing up the cost,
Of reaching out to the lost,
Do we charge it to you or I?

Lets split the indifference.

Clever little fish (The Wisdom of Goldfish)

We are Such very clever goldfish,
We know almost all the bowl,
From one glass side to the other,
Partial knowledge fills the whole.
We can even see out beyond the glass,
To blurred images of the gods,
That send down precious flakes from heaven,
That falls most every morning,
No matter what the odds,
We speculate about what we see and where they go,
When they go out the door,
The outer reaches of the universe,
Our top scientists are pretty sure.
We are such clever fish,
We've come to this conclusion,
That the first fish in the bowl arrived here from a piece of algae,
By the process of evolution.
We can rest assured now,
That we know most everything,
And if there's a flaw in our logic ,
Well, ignorance is king.

Poem for no-one

This is a nothing poem,
A nobody verse,
There's no-one known,
There's nothing worse,
No sigh more alone,
Than a corpse in a hearse,
Than an unanswered phone,
In the home of the cursed,
An echoing drone,
In search of reverse,

The poem of a dead man
The knowing of his dead-pan plan.
Like the sonar of a bat like man,
Feeling his way,
Through the echo of the ricochet.

HELLO, hello, hello,
Is there anybody out there?
Just scream,
If,
You,
Can,
Hear,
Me.

The poem of a dead poet
Who's  a dead man,
But,
Doesn't,
Yet,
Know it.

He is still brooding

I can still feel his presence now,
He is still brooding over me
Like the dissolving foot impression on the wet sand,
Waits for the kiss of the Sea,
To be absorbed by the touch of the Sea,

Long I looked for him,

On horizons far away,
As the ships came and went and disappeared from view,
I stared from the shore, unsure if I should stay,
but I stayed for another day,


I saw gulls following trawlers, all signs of life,
Heard winds and rumours of squall,
Heard children cry and mariners tales,
But nothing of the all in all,
Not a note from the one who calls,


I bought binoculars and telescopes,
Sat navs and scoured images of google earth,
But the images were as dead, as dead as My mother,
As dead as my source of birth,
As dead as my sense of worth,

Where have you gone? I shout to the sky,
Where are you? I challenge the waves,
Where is the touch that I first felt,
When I reached out to the one that saves,
The one who hoodwinked the grave.

Why did you go?

 I deserve to know,

I've waiting here so long,
Seen all life and all seasons pass,
Where did I go wrong?
Perhaps your love wasn't so strong?

And then a paradigm shift

caused me to lift,

the binoculars from my eyes,

my ear tuned in to the wind,

“Just once more before you die,
trust me again,
trust is the train,
Without it your just stood at the station...
Trust me for the duration...”


I looked down at last , not up or long,
And saw where I'd been standing,
Where the land meets the seas,
I'd been in up to my knees,
Ugly and demanding,
In lack of understanding....

twice a day the sea came to me,

unsung and unnoticed
all the day he came to me,
because he never left me
I’ve been standing by the waters

the tide has turned,

the boat has sailed,
The train is pulling away,
If I run now,
I can jump the bow,
make the train,
If I just pray,

Do with me what you will