Help Please (Peter Hayes)
It keeps getting darker
The lack of hope
Steals
Death still taunts
My way out
Nothing any more
Please help
What simple thing
Where is it
I feel dismantled
And the points been proven
Take it back
I don’t want here
Leave me be
Everything is an interruption
Feeding thousands of broken thoughts
Setting them off
Into a writhing feast upon me
I can see the end
Why these visions
Do you intend
To make me live every one

Every foul thought
Enough already please
I’m broken
I hurt
You're vicious
Get off
Or do it finally
I can’t scar anymore
My eyes are sealed in
And heavy as iron
The gates closed beyond my grasp
You’ve done your job
Now let me go
Please
I have no tears
Any my heart needs air
You are a monotonous unending plague
I have you I know
I wish I know
You’d be gone in death
But I don’t trust it’s that easy

My Eyes Tried (Peter Hayes)
I took in everything
Looked it over real good too good
Every fault stood out
Catching light
As to give itself up
I left every time leaving good
Always
None would do
How could this be?
Where is perfection
Who could live in this, why
As I pulled myself along
Tired of looking
I finally gave up
Wanting nothing to do with this
Or myself
As my eyes looked in
What hideous was I
A creature void
A failing species
My failing piled high above
As I stared
Light danced through
As I followed
My hopes arose
I forgot myself
And looked out again Into the brightness
Relieved by the company
Unexpected end of formula

Pity’s Held Hand (Peter Hayes)
He stayed out of it for longer then necessary and stood head down
Eyes closed screaming out

Staring at his heart
She stopped for a moment before stepping over

On her way seems easier to him

Awful (Peter Hayes)
Yes I’ve known the pleasure of awful
A death sentence is in hand
Words screaming in shame
What have you done and why
My flesh wants off and my bones ached in this heavy air
Deserving of it all is what I’m left with
Unable to chase away any
As demons stretch my soul mocking any attempt
I want no part of

I know now myself less appealing
A state which lends no help
Peace was a bold lie
One which walked steadily away as I followed

The Intentions Are Not Good (Peter Hayes)
Scan of Peter's handwritten version
Nothing here is selfless
Every action bleeds
Only now is listened to
What has passed or to come is a nuisance
Leaving only thought never followed

And to it’s point
If any
With it’s entry
This will not be the same
The past has heard it’s faults
And with what’s learned
Lies better
And with this we live under the gun of a loud mouth
Under the wheel whose need seems greed and ours to relieve it’s weight

And So Too Was I (Peter Hayes)
Like you
If I could presume such a hasty measure

Like a tide
Always an endless grieving undercurrent
The constant pull towards a bitter unforgiving depth

An outstretched hand grasping and grappling above this with such a hope

If only it could find something
Any small trace

A Stand Still (Robert Levon Been)
A small dose of disdain
A coarse emotion without emotion

Discarded memories lasting without want but in need

Righteous intentions burning bright beside all natural light
Good for nothing where nothing is certain

Restless eyes meet no warm welcome a steady collapse of all light

Still music goes on and on
And drags behind it’s merry song

Once laughter
An easy substitute
Now the joke is turning into you
It preys on gentle hands to wear raw

It preys gladly for everyone’s place at the table

You really make no difference

It’s now time to set the table

A strange sound corrupts a playful passing
Words will change nothing but the will to forget the past and remember its frailty

I was left standing with out a place to go back or ever forward to

What a worthless dream
Showing no action just in love with justice for none
Still proof of life
A life pushed to one side without the other

I stand corrected and challenged then collected

It’s been tooo hard to forget what cannot forgive
A loss too much in love

On and on
Spend and spent all in the same breath

An equal cost for all left to bear
What fools are they that come with hands open and mouths shut

Sacred (Peter Hayes)
A bashful child’s innocence breathes life
And not knowing moves on at the whim of any
There’s nothing sacred
The lack of knowledge is true
The want of nothing more better

A true distaste for absurd learning
With this all around we still preach
We still and wonder what great thing could there be.

I say leave God alone
He’s busy with the children.

So Still (Peter Hayes)
As soon as I couldn’t speak

Although I had no need
I had great want and could not.

My mouth frozen open
I saw my breathe climb out eager to carry on without me.

I knew I’d have to wait
And I knew what for.

So still

What Sin

What’s in

What sin

The perversions
What was isn’t what is
Is like leeching stone
A useless nation with self-righteous intent still fooling the need

A man aching is that in any cover

A whiter rag can still not cover what bleeds
Profusely and has intent

It Rose (Peter Hayes)
And with it came a hollow wail deep as one could feel
All stooped for a moment
It seemed staring from behind glassed eyes pierced from within
And now fear
Tense and anticipating
What has come and how it deserved long ago

The Cattle Came (Peter Hayes)
Grazing on the souls and ancient road
The weeds are insufficient and unsatisfying distraction
There was no weeping
No great cry only the constant and endless road down
Every hill now blackened beneath the furthest reaches
No life sleeps from these and through it you see beyond your years only a growing dark deeper still
And above imagination all has stopped
To acknowledge means awake and awake relentless a crippling show of emotions now burdening your age

Until The Day Comes (Peter Hayes)
When all is defended with righteous intent none left unfastened or held captive all will breathe heavy and knowing what little can be done
Isn’t only thickens the air leaving misfortunes path of destruction

Burning Apart (Robert Levon Been)
When what’s come and gone
All forms reborn
You have begun
Without question and with what little faith belongs
Will now know love
Still a tired mind retells it’s loss
And with what frame weak and narrow.
What eyes speak full of sorrow
Knows too little to late to be careful
You to must learn
It takes a still hand to be calm, it takes all kinds to be what makes you
Your worth is not mine but lead and lifted up to all hands
To celebrate you
And await you

Daylight Hallucination (Robert Levon Been)
Pouring me out
Drowning in this severed light
All things to clear, but you regret
And with what little’s left has outworn in me, without sympathy, worthless words now pulling apart.
A symphony of the pathetic
All playing their part
What kind, in kindness you forget
No question remains
While all will be tired the same
Still a burden of truth lies before me
A moment weakness weakens these
Impossible to free
I’ve witnessed a false profit
Impossible to see, bring freedoms to their knees

Do Not Stop (Robert Levon Been)
What curse is here before that last chopped tongue
And with what lies your wound grows from
Blessed song do not swallow what words are meek and strained tomorrow
It takes a sharp pain to regain all names and what faces pulled the trigger
Your not lost just returned to the last place you belong where truth is something you read about in books written by a silent romantic pen
It’s in your eyes and behind your smile what’s done is done and cannot stand its own taste
Reveal this and loose all appetite
No voice will creep nor words whisper
To shutter at the thought of marrying to this fateful cancer
To all things we serve this and feast
Action to inaction
Life to death
Love to war

Five Year Kiss (Nick Jago)
Deserving eyes reflect amber stars,
On green marsh a balcony sets the sun
Where five year kisses
On lips of curl
Gently fall.

Trooper (Nick Jago)
Immersed in sedate offerings
Of nights indigo
An amber star
Beside the moon
Provides the solace

Silent are the footsteps to justice
Unheard to mice
Malignant and eager
To report their progress

Unclenched, pointing
An ominous finger at the assembly
Evident through piercing eyes of an unseen warrior
The indignant fist of the oppressor
Dismembered from its owner

No longer qualified to fit soldiers
With uniforms of discontent
Incapable of picking fruit from the poisoned
Branch to feed unknowing hands

Brandishing a sword
Calculating his goal with care
An unseen warrior
Sees more than victory on the horizon

Untitled (Nick Jago)
Light/dark?
Who can tell?
I'm so glad to be here with you,
You have shown me a thing or two.

A Peacock-coloured ducks' disdain
A dame,
In plain Darcey,
Her name.

Around your hood (Nick Jago)
Lotus plant open
Brilliant and wide
Over the silver upon the lake
Statuesque your stance

Awoken underneath
A head not concealed
Swimming with paddles for arms
Breaking waves of adversity

From who do you hide
It's only our pleasure to see you tonight
Serenity is the substance of your gaze
What you offer, you must not disguise

Sunrise (Nick Jago)
You laugh, I make you angry,
You hurt me, I love you,
You hate me, we are friends,
We catch a sunrise
Lucky are we, knowing the sunrise to be our new home.
You bathe in minerals; I watch you
You'll stare at the moon, I ponder over your next move with
Heart and eyes open.