Difference

Desolate, the horizon is void
Removed from the world up here
Casting white about
Scattered with a line of trees
Diminish into the distance
Thick with frost
Dulled by the night before
Shaking at the roots
Pulled from the earth
Every sinew pulses
Every nerve atwinge

Formed in formlessness
Informed by ignorance
I listen for the words
Pushed into the world
Silence in the clouds
Turn the lights off to drive
I can see the trees on fire
Burnt the scrub to embers
Died down as the thick snow falls
Lost into the void of memory.

Lost

Either I meant to come here or I just forgot
The rot of ages set into the corners
Numb from cold, silent from fear

Turning, around and torn from bacteria
Breath in my lungs, fast and cold
Simple movements through a dense cloud

In the landscape, lights up above
The array casts long trails, jagged about me
A thick line of scrub and the sound of voices

not voices but cars surround me
pulled back from the edge again
and nobody will know.

Home

Just take it all back up
Suck back the time, these years from my face
And push back the growth, crushed deep down inside

Fundamental, who I am and what I'm doing here
Where did this come from?
Take it away, blind these eyes, stuff up the ears
Forget the memories, break the bones
Crush the ego, emotions, let out my soul

Please, somebody, anybody, I want to go home.

All Around Me

The sound of marching feet
Through the walls into sleep
Where you lie within your dreams
Another world comes up tomorrow
Another place to bring you home
Forgotten voices under trees.

The noose of time that slips
The piece of us that sticks
The eyes the world can't lift
Like the sound of blowing wind
Like the life that's crashing in
Forgotten sounds in humanity.

I've made something of you
I've made something to stick to
It's the history of what I see.

The Right Idea

Keep pushing, through the heartbeats
Don't allow them to turn you around
Turn back now and you'll be lost
We were never going to win
It's not the same as you thought it was

So when I think it's coming true
Inside the cold land you brought us through
Another night to sleep from home
The deafening sound of being alone.

Another factor in our reality
Slipping up through the cracks in the disused pavements
Curling around the towerblocks
Like threads of pure light

Witness to a sorrow
Born only to follow
Hearts built weak
Not to speak.