Monday, 25 November 2013

All I need

All I could want
more than I need

Opulent furnishings
expensive clothes 

All safe 
between thick stone walls

My duty
their caretaker

My desire
To do nothing
 ….but make love with you 

Sunday, 24 November 2013

Welcome To The Dead Zone

I'm just here 
doin ma thang 
and come on in
I hear music
...but the melody has gone

Forgot where I am going  
Lost where I belong

All I do is walk alone 
where the cars drive on their own
Will I ever dream again?

Just doin ma thang, yea
Just swayin... 
Inhale and all is numb 

There's no pain 
yet no relief 
No joy or even sleep 
But who cares,
Who needs it?
Here in the dead zone 

Just a place 
full up of ghosts
I've no desire in being the host
Yank my hair 
What's happenin?
Just inhale
and watch it blow

Hey brother
Remember me?
Two lost souls

 just hanging out 
Cos once you're here 
you'll not get out 
Here in the Dead zone
Yea just inhale
and let it go.

Sunday, 17 November 2013

Still Missing

How many years have you been lost?
How many prayers have I said?
How many tears have I shed?
Years they were silent
Only now they slowly open
with a cautious clue
Yet you are still gone

Were you surprised when they came
Or did you hear the scythe knocking
against your window pane
The faces in knitted shadow
Creeping upon you
Stealing you from me?

What are you now?
Half a skull
Or tied up like game
thrown for carrion
Did you cry out for me to hold you
Facing the shallow hole in the bog
Threatening to swallow you whole
Into its sloppy dark depths

I gave up on justice
I just want to know
where you are
That you’re not a disappearing ghost
That there was no truth in their lies
I want somewhere to go
To know where your last breath
Right into our
mother’s comforting embrace

I stand now
Where they say you probably are
The earth squelching beneath my boot
I take a sharp breath
everytime I brush against
A small hard object
Hoping for
A bone
A belt
A shoe
I could dig till doomsday
And never find you

Whatever you say
Say nothing
But please
Come back
Come back to me

Author Harry Johnston 

Saturday, 2 November 2013

Black Rain

the soft wind
within its dream
within fantasy 
Never wishing to rise 
or awaken

the elusive refuge
Nothing as it seems

Desire to speak
beaten back 
by the need to weep

battering the mind 
Devastatingly destructive 
A guilt tornado

Followed by peace 
and sleep