THE FIFTH SEASON

I wrestle with my demons
In the attempt to take control
At midnight
The fifth season
When even the summer's burning cold

I've been staring into mirrors
Trying to mine my eyes for gold
I guess that's why I drink these spirits
Because I'm searching for my soul

I've lived upon this dirt
Dodging cracks in a tangled search
Frankincense has burnt beneath my skin
I've wished upon the birds

I've heard voices in the moon
Seen their faces in the waves
So when the tides are at their highest
I spray their verses to my page

I've had those oceans rise and fall for me
The doves fly in with the bats
I've had no-one come to lend a hand
And hundreds stand to clap
So I've convinced myself of my own genius
And I've hated with a passion
Every second word I've written
So my pages read in patterns

I've learnt the thin line
Between speaking and staying silent
There's no difference between keeping quiet
And just preaching to the choirs

I am the hopeless and the hope
The spoken and the choked
I'm the place to pray to make it mend
And the way that it first broke

I am the message to the rest of us
To never look inside
Unless you're ready to know your position
In the consciousness of life

So I am exactly where I want to be
And I’ve almost killed myself for the chance
So I hold the responsibility
That comes with finding some answers

Γράφω ποιήματα στον ήλιο
λόγια πρακτικά
γράμματα για τους Έλληνες
που δεν μιλάν’ τα ψέματα*

Έχουν καρδιές
που δεν φοβούνται τα πουλιά
θα σκοτώσουμε τους κλέφτες
και φωνάξουμε τα κρυφά*

I have spoken to the earth
In so many different tongues
I'm sure she only knows me
From the volume of my lungs

She has spoken in the clouds
I hear similes in the leaves
Metaphors in the now
Desires in the breeze

I have listened through my skin
Osmosis through my tears
I have focused with my body
Her smoke has burnt me crystal clear

Because this search is not a stepping stone
A journey or a path
This search is a letting go
Back into the shapes we were first cast

Because we all wrestle with our demons
In the attempt to take control
At midnight
The fifth season
When even the summer's burning cold

We all stare into mirrors
Trying to mine our eyes for gold
I guess that's why, sometimes, we drink these spirits
Because we’re all searching
For our souls


* I write poems to the sun
practical words
letters for the Greeks
who don’t speak lies
* Who have hearts
that aren’t scared of birds
we will kill the thieves
and shout our secrets