Eat the Fly
Leave the nest
Come back
Hold the hand
Give a scratch
Wipe the dust
From your skin
Not from the violin
Keep the fort
Abandon ship
We're sinking in it
Eat the fly
The fish will die
Cry your tears
Salt spoils the meal
See yourself
In both and all
In the boy
And in the girl
Let the rain
Fall down
Make the change
Hit the ground
Don't mock the meek
be strong
Bleed it out
not alone
Pick the flower
Press it tight
Take the life
Keep the beauty
Gone by
Change time
Count the rings
On the tree
Leave it be
Hold the sparrow in your arms
Keep it far from harms
Scratch the scab
Let it heal
Pull at it
Till you feel
Leave the marks lookin bin
Lookin back
Looking in
Time and fault
Erosion
Love and grief
The in-between
Patience
Two stops down on the train
Rest your head against the pain
In your body and heart
Ripped out from the start
The engine please
Coal fire in my belly
Moving through the fields
Sun setting on the heels
Of our indecision
Hesitation doesn't last
Patience in the past
virtuously impossible
O virtue is impossible
Carriage door left ajar
Sneak a peek, don't go too far
Too comfortable
We're outside on the flat
Sharing glances tween the tracks
There's no going back
I don't know what to do
The Train is moving faster than you can consume
Oranges out on the trees
Begging to be picked by these
Soft hands
Hurt by the love I gave
Hurt by the sweet taste
Sorry, and just keep yourself safe
Driver's now dead
Destination no ending the journey
Exploration from the start
Never thought we'd get so far
Needing More
Standing proudly on that stone
You shone with beauty control
The highest part marked with your presence
Knowing that your time was present
Fleeting fast between the mast
You held my breath with the grasp
The daring darts of death and time
challenging the edge of the knife
Holding strong old and young
You made a life with your own
The burrow and marrow you provided with
Caring, wearing and surviving it
Bark stays on at the sight of the water
You walked in, I saw my daughter
Damn built new ones since you've been gone
Wanting needing I've been feeling
Loose clothes flowing On the being
Wet teeth Sheen blood and leaves
The burn you turned is overfilled
Debree fairys beaver hills
You saw in me dancing bodies
Movement lighting safety hobbies
Feeding grieving tastes of life
Stomach takes the old and ripe
You held on to the sight of the slaughter
I watched you become their martyr
Walls built new ones since I've been gone
Wanting needing I've been feeling
Lost and deeming rhyme nor reeling
Taking more of without meaning
Hurt turns harder fill the ground
Striped down backbone our turn now
Wanting to be taking from me
Needing more feeling poor
Goodness Me
Rough tough blanket
Lying on the bed
Tear in the quilt
The last ones dead
And I can see the head
Of the moon
Snows a' growing on the peaks
And I've not spoken in weeks
Can't put foot in front of the other
Weighed down under the covers
Steel dipped tips
Hurt the hand
Lights on ceiling
I can't stand
And I don't have a chance
Take it or leave it the last ones dance
And I tried to see
The goodness and goodness
And goodness and the goodness in me
There's cold in the air
Cold in the words
Cold in the actions
Cold in the burns
I can't seem to learn
But the moon pulls me there
Heart-shaped Handle
Grab the edge
Film on the windows
Tinted red
Now I'm spinning you dead
Regret and redemption is never the end
And just as the bird leaves the nest
Just as the horse's put to rest
Just as I didn't choose myself
The choice is yours never said
Smaller Things
The passing by
Of the stags gentle eyes
The red wren cries
With the joys of being alive
From word to mouth
The birth of conscious doute
Stories told from the memory
Of the old
So please
Remember these
Smaller strings
Childhood sings
Holding on
To the baby bird long gone
In the back garden
Where the plum tree would've been
Quiet voices
Still making the choices
Cotten sheets
Patterns on your feet
Wet paint brushes
Paper grass and bushes
Run inside from the wind
To hide
Urisk shown
From the darkness unknown
Meadal bhan
Just hold my hand
Dorcha
Chunnaic mi
An fear àilleach
Air a' bheinn
Choinnich sinn riomhe
Ann an
Seach-shaoghal
Dh' fhag mi e
'Na luidhe
'Na crò fein
Stoirm fiadhaich
A' tighinn
As mo dheigh
Thòisich an truagh
Mealladh mu'n cuairt
Dùsgadh as a' bhreug
Glac an cumhachd
Olc anns adhair is san fharsaingeachd
Draoidheachd anns gach àite
Sìthiche agus uilebheist
Bana-bhuidseach gàbhach
Glac mo làmh na leig às
An prionnsa dè dorchadais
A’ tighinn a-steach don àm ri teachd
Lorg mi
Cridhe briste
Air an làr
Saoil an e
leamsa
a th' ann
Dh' fhàg mi
Mo ghaol
O chionn fhada
'Na àite
Tha deòir is
Pian falamh
Even Try
Walking down the street
Our eyes meet
A hundred and fifty weeks
Since you've seen me
I don't know why
I even try
Held hands as children
Hid in the kitchen
Braided each other's hair
But you never cared
Played the wedding part in
Game of new stars in
You took the Haribo ring
But we never did any kissin
Your thirteenth birthday party
Spun the bottle around me
Wanted to be you
Landed on someone new
When you moved away
Thought I would change
Wanting to love a girl
Who wasn't from my world
Don't spin me round
I'm the one who hits the ground
So don't say you need me
Then change your mind completely
I don't know why
I even try
Lookin at you
Wish it was that simple too