posted on December 14, 2015 at 8:29 pm
lightening down

lightening down

man it aint too easy being a poet down n outta luck

thunderbolted to fuck knows where and how long

still all those words going on pouring into your head

you say hey i aint getting paid for this so shut up

but the voices are babblin’ on n on

voices of anxiety voices of wild stupid ideas

my ticket has expired man in this rat race of dogs

i’ll be glad to get outta here at 4.51 when the public serpents knock off

maybe i’ll jog round lake armageddon as the white and pink lightning forks the horizon

the sea is all underlit or something man that looks weird

like the light shining down there is another moon

the storm is cozy when youre inside

we are all working hard here on our own time too

in our own time in our own haunts

well its just me actually

i sit in the light of a screen

and my eyes ache so fucking bad

but i go one on

knocking out my free poetry for some cats out there to read

i hope they enjoy it and all the rest

its midnight blue and green

the thunder is still rolling like a piece of thin metal on speed

you can feel it physically somewhere out there

i am surrounded by statues of the buddha

who only hears the silence

and who only sees through the illusory curtain

this world of appearances and shadows

 

19 Responses to “tempestuous affray”

  1. avatar
    Chris | 15 December 2015 at 1:48 am #

    I have found that one of the costs of spiritual enlightenment is an intense awareness of the true nature of this world…to be like God…to know the difference between good and evil starkly and clearly. I know that you too have this intense awareness my good friend….both blessing and curse. Pax beyond all understanding to you.

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    cheryl | 15 December 2015 at 2:03 am #

    keep bangin out those words SK cause this cat digs em. keeping an open mind and compassionate heart yer friends Cheryl & Ando

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    matthewjohnwilmott | 15 December 2015 at 4:14 am #

    Don’t look
    Don’t look from above
    Don’t let the hurt and pain sting
    When love calls from the unknown

    I have all those letters
    I have all those times we connected
    We gave each other clarity and light
    We met in the car park as grey skies sailed above
    Desolate and disconnected from all emotion
    White lines never differentiated parking bays

    You traced imaginary lines in the sky
    Clearly marking places
    For all pieces to fit the puzzle
    Never realising
    Angles were annoyingly obtuse

    In the distance of our worlds
    There is that after taste of danger left on lips
    Salted dew encrusted moments embraced (or)
    Regretted with a passion

    Out here dreams are wind
    No form seen on horizon
    Yearning ruination

    Don’t look
    Don’t look from above
    Don’t let the hurt and pain sting
    When love calls from the unknown

    I have all those letters
    I have all those times we connected
    We gave each other clarity and light
    We met in the car park as grey skies sailed above
    Desolate and disconnected from all emotion
    White lines never differentiated parking bays

    You traced imaginary lines in the sky
    Clearly marking places
    For all pieces to fit the puzzle
    Never realising
    Angles were annoyingly obtuse

    In the distance of our worlds
    There is that after taste of danger left on lips
    Salted dew encrusted moments embraced (or)
    Regretted with a passion

    Out here dreams are wind
    No form seen on horizon
    Yearning ruination

    Don’t look
    Don’t look from above
    Don’t let the hurt and pain sting
    When love calls from the unknown

    I have all those letters
    I have all those times we connected
    We gave each other clarity and light
    We met in the car park as grey skies sailed above
    Desolate and disconnected from all emotion
    White lines never differentiated parking bays

    You traced imaginary lines in the sky
    Clearly marking places
    For all pieces to fit the puzzle
    Never realising
    Angles were annoyingly obtuse

    In the distance of our worlds
    There is that after taste of danger left on lips
    Salted dew encrusted moments embraced (or)
    Regretted with a passion

    Out here dreams are wind
    No form seen on horizon
    Yearning ruination

  4. avatar
    GrahamT | 15 December 2015 at 8:09 am #

    So I spent the late evenings of my weekend listening to ‘Seance’ which appears to be cast as a dark horse in the ‘The Church’ (so many ‘the’s) back catalog. I lay down on a mattress beside the Christmas tree and drifted off to sleep as it played. I had it on Spotify which no doubt will pay you Steve for no more than half a lollipop… however I awoke mid-album with the realisation that this was brilliant stuff. As a ‘Heyday’ / ‘Priest=Aura’ devotee I think ‘Seance’ is an understated masterpiece. That’s all really… except to say that I’ll buy it now ‘properly’ as I have done the latest KK stuff which is also fab. So much good music.. so many reasons to want to invest (time and money) into music that actually gives again and again, rather than just titillating and boring. This sounds like PR doesn’t it? It really ain’t.

  5. avatar
    nickdokaschurchie | 15 December 2015 at 10:35 am #

    Loved it, thanks for giving yourself to us, its not in vein

  6. avatar
    monica | 15 December 2015 at 12:34 pm #

    always look forward to reading new stuff…
    your posts are a highlight of the day for me.
    and love all the rest, too. i feel blessed to
    read your words and hear your songs.

  7. avatar
    Ingrid | 15 December 2015 at 2:08 pm #

    Always love reading your stunning poetry and appreciate how you share it with us. You have an extraordinary way with words and a clever wit that we all love. xxx

  8. avatar
    franbowick | 15 December 2015 at 3:21 pm #

    I love the majesty of storms,
    thanks for renewing and reinventing poetry for me!
    Spoken poetry would be an enlivening thing, I’d love to hear you read these aloud…
    You bring such dynamism to the written word when you read, how about a spoken word / poetry reading for us cats that dig your words…?
    Fran

  9. avatar
    redblueyoohoo | 15 December 2015 at 3:50 pm #

    “Thunderbolted to fuck knows where” ooh yeah, Brother! EmX

  10. avatar
    Deborah | 16 December 2015 at 1:19 pm #

    Yeah…the cats out here read it and do enjoy it…and all the rest

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    Deborah | 16 December 2015 at 1:24 pm #

    And GT Seance really is a great wonderful album from way back when. I gotta say it’s up there as one of my all time favourites…yeah

  12. Pictish
    Pictish | 17 December 2015 at 8:58 pm #

    Yet somehow you pan gold out of a tsunami of voices.


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