Audience
- When I write they listen close
- To what I have to say in script
- They are, sometimes, a part of me.
- The fear I faced and face again
- Each minute, day, a lifetime, sneers
- At me and my attempts to win.
I rage at him, debate my views
Of life, of goodness, worthiness.
- The quiet me, afraid of looks,
- That wasted hours in her books
- That did not dare to find her place
- Or take a risk. She went away,
- Became a meek, dumb Christian
- Accepting of what she was fed
- And never sought the world again
- For wonder, love, joy, or content.
I show her all the dreams I have
The people that I met and spoke
How I take heart in all this space.
- The saddened me, that never had
- The faith again, the atheist.
- She hid her pain away in science,
- Believed alone psychology,
- Was lost in rationalities.
- She died amongst the night's despair
- Could not go on when faultlines glared
I take her to the miracles,
The crystals on a frozen glass.
The systems of a plant we pass,
By electronic stuff we stroll,
We hang over a hist'ry roll.
- The God I met in dead of night
- That shoved me into painful light
- To wonder at and to rejoice
- In this world's multi-coloured vale
- The detail of each living thing
- The craftiness of artifice
- The good, the bad, the ugly, all
- To care, to share, to live it now.
I tell him where the talents went
The doubts I had, the sweat I spent
The work I did, the treasures found
The lessons learned, the care returned
- My younger brother Yorick, too
- Who faced his pain with mind of steel
- Who laughed and smiled when I could not
- Who hurt, who laughed, who played a lot
- Becoming now, an honest man
- Who, with the brightness of a sun
- Will shine a light or be a rock.
- He is the youth and future hope.
I put him where I cannot cope
I tell him of the humour and
The goals and actions go by him.
- The parents that advise me still
- Despite the gap with water filled
- They were the idols of my youth
- The constants in chaotic brew
- Of moving, schools and growing up
- Who helped me to create my path
- But then we chose to cut me loose
- I dived into the deep, they flew
- To stranger's land, an abyss grew
- They are the change from what I knew
- The struggle with maturity
- Inventing who and what was me.
I go to them with tears and frowns
The binds I'm in, scraped knees I have
The questions of the why and how
The wacky, new ideas I've had
Research and test of truthfulness
When I'm in need of confidence
- These are some of my audience
- Those members that I write to when
- My paper touches to my pen
- No mortal eyes may see the page,
- But in my mind they read all day.