I love to leave my blinds open at night
to watch the world wash into a window of black
until I turn all internal lights off
and wonder why I couldn’t see the rich blue before

to watch the world wash into a window of black
and the streetlights burn increasingly garish
and wonder why I couldn’t see the rich blue before
when I was searching in the blackness

and the streetlights burn increasingly garish
jealous of the stars I search for past their burning
when I was searching in the blackness
as lights search behind closed eyelids

jealous of the stars I search for past their burning
lights bleeding into each window of life
as lights search behind closed eyelids
and I wish I were washed away in a window of black

lights bleeding into each window of life
when internal lights turn off in privacy lies
and I wish I were washed away in a window of black
I love to leave my blinds open at night

Come, throw around words as though they’re as light
As feathers which land with the force of bricks
You don’t see the difference between a fight
And fighting for love – god it makes me sick
Slice up my heart and then convince me that
It is now more beautiful than before
Water worries, suffocate passions that
Made me live, now I live for me no more​

And you know you provide safety – so kind! –
For when again you push me to the edge
Bring healing poisons for my broken mind
Listen as you to me your heart does pledge
Once more persuade me that your words are true
So I can live, I live, only for you

Red lights no longer mean stop signs
and the inconsistent noise is between beeps
and pedestrians don’t wait to be told
they can cross because they’d rather be
halfway across the road to stop the car
than wait for the faded red to fail them again.
closed roads aren’t really closed and the desert
sand settles on ignored signs
and it’s dangerous but smiles flicker
across the faces of two tourists
whose drivers weave between each other
in an insane race of death and tips

at least there is no trust on these roads
half broken-down cars can’t be expected
to signal or stop or stay in their lane
but this is not true on the smoothly paved road
with the little green man and bright red glow

left light flashing yellow
step out, step into
what should be trust
but the rush to live
is overthrown
in a crash of glow
of a left light still
flashing left yellow

at least this is a freak incident
no intent for injury in this scene
of failed trust of calm chaos
not true on roads now used
not for driving cars but driving

war on roads to stop the war
on the drivers who fail to slow
for the unused lights as they know
their own system is in the works
and it has gone on for too long for
one policy change to change the
deep rooted systems people make
when governments look away
So they throw their petrol bombs
and wonder in the blaze of bus fires
at the number of victims who need
to be fired before the government
will turn roads back into paths
towards protection for their own
gain and perhaps will try again
in a more sensitive way and avoid
the green man
being shot

And so, I close my eyes to listen  
To whispered words too hard to say aloud 
And so, I open my heart to listen 
To a soul that I wish would cry aloud 

  Into the silence  
         which omits  
                   oppressing sound 

And so, I close my eyes to listen 
To secrets shared without revision 
And so, I open my heart to listen 
To faith which warmly, silently pounds  

When we need a harsh awakening  
A reminder to listen to the silent sounds  

There’s a need to cry out, cry out, to let it show 
But now               I know 

It is the silence  
which permits  
the clearest sound 

So, whisper words too hard to say aloud 
To those who won’t hear revised lies when truths resound 
To those who kindle faith, who won’t drown you in their sound 
To those who, from soul to soul, can share the silent sounds