Parallel Us

Somewhere breathing by my side,
A lover that I'll never meet,
Looks at the glass she can't see through
and senses me.
And somewhere living by your side,
A partner that you'll never see,
Clings to a wall he can't break down
and senses you.
And somewhere in another world,
not far away, not close enough,
A couple live to share our pain,
Simultaneously feeling the rain,
And heartbreak is as heartbreak does,
So pity the parallel us.

Nature's Loved Ones

Rivers are tears
streaming through cracks
that won't heal
on the face of the world.
And the parents of young
that are lost
cry rivers of tears
that stream down the cracks
that the world
buried on their faces,
and are etched in the names
Of their loved ones.

Thursday

In the world of the week I want to be considered a Thursday.
Friday may be what you want to be.
Saturday may seem to you to have it all.
But....
Sunday sees the potential in you.
Monday spies you in a dream of a better life.
Tuesday is jealous that he isn't there yet.
Wednesday realises that you have it all to come.
Thursday: Over the worst and with a world of hopes ahead.

Distance

The space between places decided by indifference.
What we need when we don't want to deal with the immediate now.
The difference between a holiday and an everyday.
The gap dividing opinions, denying solutions.
The parting between friends and acquaintances.
The years between the you of youth and that which you became.
The moment that defines a missed opportunity.
The world between eager lips.
The journey to the one that completes you.
The life between now and the inevitable end.
Tumbleweed Memories......
The distance between a heartbeat and a heartbreak.

Daydreaming

Meadow green and lavender
Smiling by the sunflowers
Sometimes the bluebirds
Clear the clouds
Before they disappear.
Meadow scent and silouhettes
laughing by the lavender,
Always in the morning
Chasing the rain
When we're losing.
Meadow green and lavender,
Riding with the windbreak,
Buzzing by the beehives,
When the ocean dawns.
Meadow moons and memories.
Trailing in the whirling wind,
Making trees and waking leaves
When we're sleepy.
Meadow fields and fantasies,
Fooling in the hazy fields,
Kissing in the corridors,
Doing my daydreaming.

Extended Guitar Soda

Guitar strings, take me in.
Convince me I'm a wave,
Riding the sea and lapping in imagining.
Strumming, and strumming, and strumming.
Chord change, make this heaven,
Convince me this is Rishikesh in 1967.
And not today. Not today.
Strumming, and strumming and strumming,
Sweet sounds save me,
Tell me you're the wind,
Brushing up against my grateful face,
Strumming, and strumming and strumming.

Trade those licks, man.
I hear them and I'll just trade them back to you.
This is what the cool kids do,
When they're dreamin'...

Letter From A Normal Man

I'm sorry that,
I left you in the night,
It's not your fault
I'm hard of normal.
Not your fault
I'm selfish and foolish
And that I don't know
I've got a good thing
when I leave it.
I'm sorry that,
I left you in the night,
Heavily pregnant,
But it's because,
I'm heavily vacant,
I'm sorry that,
I crept out in the night,
It's not your fault
I'm hard of normal.

Burn Everything

Sometimes it's a great idea
To burn everything you own,
From the bones inside your closet
To your mobile phone.
And the memories within your mind?
Well, throw them on the blaze.
It's nothing to convince yourself you're fine,
When there's nothing left to raze.

Close To Closing

The band can play its happy tune,
The sun can shine then make way to the moon.
The tears can dry from that girl's face
The torment in her mind erased.
But I know how this story ends,
I've seen it all before,
The bugles by the bandstand,
Send the dusk behind the door,
Trailed by bad news round the corner
Making memories too vivid to ignore.

I'm shutting up the shop,
I'm laying down the insulation,
I'm putting all this to a stop,
I'm picking up my information.

We're closing soon.
I'm closing soon.

We're closing till we close.

Scooters Vacation Fall

I'm riding around,
On my scooters,
Looking for a holiday,
And searching under the letter "H",
And running out of petrol.
But what's the point of searching for gas
When identical things are fourteen letters apart
And they mean the same thing,
And they're just the same,
I mean, they're just exactly the same,
and their paths are identical,
And their meanings aren't any different.
And they strive for the same end?

Anyway,
I fancied a vacation,
So I got on my mopeds,
That I purchased under the proviso,
That they'd be scooters.
But searching under the letter "S"
Made me run out of ca$h.
So what's the point of hunting for
Things six letters apart
If they mean the same thing?
When they're just the same?
When they're just exactly the same?
When their paths are identical?
When their meanings aren't any different?
When they strive for the same end?

Who knows?
But I was holidaying in Vacationland,
Which was one letter but one million miles from Vocationland,
And, anyway, I specifically selected a period of time:
between September and October.
Autumn, basically.
And I was riding around
on my scooters,
that they knew as mopeds,
and the other theys knew as vespas,
in Vacationland,
On holiday,
In Autumn,
And all the confusion,
Made me fall.
From my scooters.

I call it my Scooters Vacation Fall.
You may know it differently.
You may know it as the Mopeds Holiday Autumn,
Or the Vespas Break Indian Summer
But that wouldn't make any sense at all
and certainly not
in this context, so;
This is the Scooters Vacation Fall.

Only Me

Only me, oh lonely me.
Where is that Daniel Stairmaster,
where can he be?
Perhaps he's found another blog,
One that the kids all read,
And maybe he forgot about you,
Tumbleweed Memories.

Memories,
Of Tumbleweed,
Don't feel put out, it's not your fault,
You've still got me.
Perhaps you don't care anyway,
It's not that you can see.
It's not that I'd forgotten that,
Or that you don't have feelings...

But sometimes just between the
2 of U & I, T Memories,
I think that that D Stairmaster,
Has taken of his leave,
And left us thinking of the past,
no future to believe in.
So stop believing.

Only me,
oh lonely me and you,
Tumbleweed Memories.
Lonely me,
oh only me and you,
Mumbleweed Territories.

Stairmaster, D,
Memories, T.
Graham Pronk?
He no happy,
Stairmaster D.

The Bright Lights Of Tokyo

I'm leaving Tokyo.
That city seems at peace beneath my feet.
I'm travelling home.
And you're down there,
Killing our memories
with a flick of your hair.
And I'm up here,
But you don't care.
So I admit defeat.

I'm telling myself,
That heartbreak's just love's chance to pause for breath,
I'm travelling home,
And you're down there,
Seeking successors,
Willing as they always were.
And I'm up here,
But you don't care.
And I admit defeat.

So I am smoking in my seat,
To generate a scene,
with a switchblade in my sock,
and some pills down my neck.
And I admit defeat.