For You For Me

You’ll take me with you when you leave

I know not how to say goodbye

From you I can take all the words of the world and wrap them around me like a great tapestry

You define me in every way.

My tears long to know your thoughts, they trickle down my face and yearn for your touch.

My tears are the salt of my world, they tell me I am not alone.

Your tears are the salt of my world, they tell me I am not alone.

You are inescapable just as is my imagination.

Holy is the wandering thought,

Misdirection need not be misguided, we must know our path is always extending.

We sit together and we discuss our woes, I seek to help you out of the woods, I am right I am wrong I am you ten minutes ago I am you in two years.

The next moment is here it is the same as before, it is new as before.

As constant as my heart as the sun is my love for you.

I remember you always and I carry you with me,

You gave me my smile and you took it away

Distance always brings it back.

Distance from the moment is knowledge, is air, is calm.

To find calm we must first know upset

To be upset is to rejoice in humanity.

Our fear is our condition,

Hold me and know that my limbs are also yours,

Hold me and know that the air I breathe is also yours.

I am never alone just as you are never surrounded.

Take my tongue as your own and rejoice with me in that we are the same in our ignorance and knowledge of the world in equal measure.

There are as many different versions of the world as there are people in it.

No one is one thing or another – we must embrace our transient minds and know that tomorrow I’ll still love you as I love myself.

I am always an observer, I watch you fall and be revived.

I find this world so circular that sometimes I am bored by it, it takes your touch to wake me from backward thought and raise me up again as an explorer.

Be not scared of the dark, know that no dark can reign while you are here.

Let us roll in shit together let us wash together let us know that life is lived out in greys and sepia and reds and blues, deep blues, in beautiful emerald green and under the life giving sun.

Each moment I am renewed.

Breath fills me with new questions and answers too.

The question always more human than the answer,

To be without knowledge is divine

To ask the question is divine

To be happy without an answer is divine

To bathe in a sea of troubles is divine

To fall, divine

To do ill, divine

To take solace, divine.

My image is tainted in my mind

Just as you are tainted

Never have I been a saint

Never would I want to

My journey will be my own and yours too.

In ten years you will see me and I will be the same,

While I seek change and forever will, the truth is the me that I am now is constant.

I have opened my mind to fallibility,

I am made the way I am and would not change it,

I will always roll in deep emotion

You will always see me in deep confusion

You will see me strong

You will see me wise

You will see me breath taken

You will see me caring

You will see me foolish

You will see me lazy

You will see me certain

You will see me in a summer haze

You will see me drunk

You will see me laugh

You will see me elegant

You will see me hateful

You will see me spiteful

You will see me with my fellow man in my heart

You will see me on the edge of reason

You will see me in the mirror just as I see you.

I am running a race, the finish line never in sight

I will run till I cannot run anymore

On the run I see the world in all its shades and hues

Repetition rarely gets boring

The repeat is always a different version of the truth

This is our nature.

I see man loving man

With lust or a fist or pity and glee and excitement and bewilderment and disorder

Love being a series or disordered breaths that force their way to our stomach and make us squeal.

I see the absence of love which can only be an absence of understanding

See me with the eyes of your man to your right or with the eyes of the man lying six foot under or with the eyes of the man you have not yet met but have imagined, have tailored in your mind since you were a small child.

I see death

Absence caused by nonsense

Forced absence, we shrink from foresight, from wisdom

Man cuts man so deep, so deep that we loose sight of thought and become consumed by action

Parading emotion garishly, we must

take pity on the man

scold the man

love the man

recognise the man

at times become the man

without the sight to recognise himself in his victim.

The passing of time has made my life less complicated

I am less confused by the world, the confusion I have I accept as my life

Youthful tears are never forgotten

Youthful tears are the best ones

At least the first ones that set us up for the rest of our lives.

Only so many things a man will cry for

I find a plane of understanding.

Lets go out and bathe in every inch of our humanity

Lets us celebrate the imperfection of our race

In the dancehall

I read aloud the words of great poets and I scream them into the sky, I hear not my echo but I see your face, your eyes, your breast, your feet.

Your feet that tread the same streets as mine, your eyes that see the same sun as mine.

I am tearing myself away from a thought in order to maintain my growth,

I have delved too deep in my imagination

I have lived a thousand days with you in my mind, we have held each other, once you punched me and made me bleed and I didn’t care because I was blinded by love. I loved you so blindly that I stopped loving myself. I saw myself as your aid to lean on, I asked for no consolation. In my mind we were great lovers that knew no restraint. My body ached for you, my stomach in knots. what is this thing called love? Is it not just an obsession with lust? Frailty that our humanity should demand that we fuck, should demand we find a lover, should make me forget myself, should make me see not even you but a version of you that I keep for myself. For a time I chose you, I wonder will that time ever end. The time I spent locked in imagination is time I have wasted, is it not? I have not achieved any change for myself or for you. I laugh long at my flaws, my flaws that you have helped me illustrate! I play the fool, I am a fool, a fool for you.

I sometimes spend days laughing. The world is peppered with jokes which sometimes I fail to see. The tilt of a homeless mans hat seems to invite me in, his eyes weary but merry none the less – beautiful. My cries are not so woeful now that I know the feeling will pass. And pass a feeling does just as everything in this life, absolute is a fallacy. I’m a bit of this and a bit of that. Some days more of that. Some days not. Some days I am more at the boundaries of my humanity than others, I usually remember these days well for they are days when I change, change my mind, my path, my friend, my lover, my aesthetic, my poem for the world.

What is the difference between my impulse and my measured mind?

Which is more myself?

Am I instinct or deliberation?

Of course I am a combination of the two but if I could be more one than the other what would I choose?

I am an animal

I am a scholar

I have claws and teeth

I have a library and a thirst for knowledge

I have desire

I use my words to understand my lack of inhibition

The animal knows no guilt, me in my drunken state, acrimoniously disrespecting my morals

Fighting with you fighting myself

I feel the punch you never gave me harder than the one you did, because it’s the punch I gave myself.

I slip slide under the truth and avoid its eyes, hell is not scorching but cool and grey and dank, it sees double, it falters, it letches without thought or interest, it fucks me hard and without love, it leaves me standing in a hallway staring at the floor, it stares at me, it ties up my stomach ten minutes too late, it makes jokes and teases me in the morning.

How at such a young age can I feel so without great sadness?

This transient life takes me many places, shows me many things, I feel like a cannot be shocked any more, not by my actions or yours.

The ability to be shocked is a gift, to be thrown out of joint forces us to change, continues our evolution. If I cause you rage or great joy I seek evolution but it does not come. Any surprises?

Have you any surprises?

Have you any fucking surprises?

Write me with love

Write me with hate

Write me with an arrow for my heart

Write me in

Wrote me out

The world so complicated yet so simple

Perhaps I should become a scientist if only to be immersed in confusion

Teach me of your experience,

This humanity is more complicated than I give it credit for

My earthly bones mix not too well with my ‘craving to be lofty’ mind

These thoughts must have come from you as from me,

We share this place that we call our own

We are a society

We are together

What could seclusion offer me?

What would I find?

If not you then what do I have?

I need you to tell me who I am,

Am I good or am I bad depends on you

Am I happy or am I sad depends on you

If I not know you I not know love

If I not know you I not know the beauty of the morning as it reflects in your eyes

If I not know you I be wild

Wild as the birds in the sky

Can I ever go as I please?

My mind is split and shared with everyone I have met

My mind is not in two places at once but in hundreds

Would it please me to know myself without you?

A sigh in an empty land has no hope of being heard, nor a shriek of joy at the feeling of ice cold water on your back.

I am made in the image of a creator

I long to indulge my hands

I take a strand of your hair and a strand of mine and tie them together

The different colours twinkle in the sun.

I use your hands to smooth the rough edges of my masterpiece

Our eyes keenly shave off unneeded details.

When it is done your tongue utters the name of my creation

We make love in its shadow out of reach of the sun.

I am the image of the creator

I am the hands of the creator

I am the mind of the creator

I am the soul of the creator

I am the heart of the creator

I am you. 

The Horse

Dirt on the wheels of the cart seems to mimic my grimace,

Hoofs in the mud fighting off insects and climbing away from the earth.

Down down down the road

Past the old pub, too many late nights and holes in pockets,

The horse majestic

And me in the tails of its majesty

In the eye of the horse such a wild nature

Unpredictability.

Can a man be so justifiably at one with the wind?

Still like the horse we can only move forward.

I have fear

The horse knows my fear

I am he he am I

The horse knows no constraints of morality

Still he manages to be noble.

The battering of the wind and those hoofs on the ground

The mud draws a thousand pictures on my trouser legs

The sky above me growing by the second

The horse dominant under the sky and myself beside him.

We will walk together.

Find me by the river.

Find me by the gate.

I find sleep and when I wake the horse is gone

I hear the gallop in my mind

Go go go go go go go gog og gog ogg go

The wind as time chases the horse across the field

I am chased

The horizon seems small when you are on the run

Oh to walk again so slow and find stillness

The sky need not loom but be a pool to dive into

I wonder on that horse

I wonder on the wild;

When I find him once again I will learn to ride

The wind will no longer chase me but support me into the big blue

Big blue that is in my heart that is my soul

The sun that is in my heart that is my soul

With the heart of the horse that beats beats beats so rhythmically

Then you will find me wild under that big blue

Standing walking running strong under that big blue with the heart of a horse.

I wake next to a gate I find that I know the heart of a horse

I know fear and loneliness I know pride and wisdom

I have the heart of a man.