All those years, stained with all too obvious tears, spoiled by a cacophony of fears and the awful reminders of villains and peers.
The waking hours of repetition and repetition, a future uncertain and the pasts apparition.
Growing pains and growling strains of life's attacks on an ageing frame.
The damnation of decision and the celebrated collision of trying to move forward when life meets ambition.
But once in a heartbeat the world deals a hand so marvelous and wondrous as to move the house to flee the land.
The moment lasts so short a blink the eye can't even see, but harvest now and life's cruel joke is laid bare and you're set free.
Friday, 25 February 2011
Thursday, 24 February 2011
Permanent SUNSHINE
I do want, nor will ever say
That permanent sunshine should come our way.
I must be mad I hear you cry
Why sun always shining from the sky.
Should be so bad, I know I must try.
To make you see a point of reason
I happen to think improves the seasons.
For without dark, or rain or snow
The love of sun you would not know
Your beloved sunshine would only be
The single thing known to thee.
So without others to compare to
The one thing, the only thing will only be so.
That permanent sunshine should come our way.
I must be mad I hear you cry
Why sun always shining from the sky.
Should be so bad, I know I must try.
To make you see a point of reason
I happen to think improves the seasons.
For without dark, or rain or snow
The love of sun you would not know
Your beloved sunshine would only be
The single thing known to thee.
So without others to compare to
The one thing, the only thing will only be so.
Comfort Dagger
I had a little dagger
I took it everywhere
It was very good for gutting fish
It even cut my hair.
Then one day it tired of me
It spoke in ways unkind
It told me I had to kill them all
Or else it would make me blind
I took it everywhere
It was very good for gutting fish
It even cut my hair.
Then one day it tired of me
It spoke in ways unkind
It told me I had to kill them all
Or else it would make me blind
Sunday, 20 February 2011
Spinning
The passing of time
Consumption of wine
The memory fails
Barrels of ale
Standing up you teeter
Spirits by the litre
When you went out everything seemed such fun
Spoiled by shooters and cocktails with Rum
Perhaps in a place much further from now
You filled you belly with beer and didn't even frown
But now you find the room is spinning
And it's much more easy to fall down.
Consumption of wine
The memory fails
Barrels of ale
Standing up you teeter
Spirits by the litre
When you went out everything seemed such fun
Spoiled by shooters and cocktails with Rum
Perhaps in a place much further from now
You filled you belly with beer and didn't even frown
But now you find the room is spinning
And it's much more easy to fall down.
I Didn't Need A Heart Shaped Heart
I didn't need a Valentine's Day to tell you that I loved you.
I didn't want a cake tray in the shape of a heart to show you that I cared.
I have no use for an pen in the guise of Cupid's Bow to point of why I adore you,
I refuse to use slippers dyed pink with affection (and artificial colours) to remember what we share.
I can't say I'll ever treasure, sparkly straws with love and hearts distracting me from the purpose that straws exist for.
I don't think plush cuddly Valentine's Alligators will ever say enough Mon amour.
But the words you use in the cards you choose come from a place inside
Where feelings fly and love never dies meaning more than thoughtless objects imply
I didn't want a cake tray in the shape of a heart to show you that I cared.
I have no use for an pen in the guise of Cupid's Bow to point of why I adore you,
I refuse to use slippers dyed pink with affection (and artificial colours) to remember what we share.
I can't say I'll ever treasure, sparkly straws with love and hearts distracting me from the purpose that straws exist for.
I don't think plush cuddly Valentine's Alligators will ever say enough Mon amour.
But the words you use in the cards you choose come from a place inside
Where feelings fly and love never dies meaning more than thoughtless objects imply
Saturday, 19 February 2011
The Fight
May as well write,
The surest sign
I've given up the fight
Drinking wine,
with the weather in traction.
That last line was
an alcohol reaction.
I'm a liar who can't lie.
I'm a phoney, I'm a fake
I'm a giver, but I take.
May as well write,
The surest sign
I'm drinking wine,
I'm giving up the fight.
The surest sign
I've given up the fight
Drinking wine,
with the weather in traction.
That last line was
an alcohol reaction.
I'm a liar who can't lie.
I'm a phoney, I'm a fake
I'm a giver, but I take.
May as well write,
The surest sign
I'm drinking wine,
I'm giving up the fight.
Whiskey For Blues
If you want me to leave,
Well then show me the door
You don't really mean it -
We've been here before
You say that it's over
You say that we're through
You tell me there's nothing
In this world we can do.
If you want me to leave,
Well then show me the door
You don't really mean it -
We've been here before
You say that it's over
You say that we're through
Wearing raincoats for rainclouds,
Drinking whiskey for blues.
Well then show me the door
You don't really mean it -
We've been here before
You say that it's over
You say that we're through
You tell me there's nothing
In this world we can do.
If you want me to leave,
Well then show me the door
You don't really mean it -
We've been here before
You say that it's over
You say that we're through
Wearing raincoats for rainclouds,
Drinking whiskey for blues.
What I Lack
You have got
A lot of what
I lack.
As I rummage
Through ruins
In the rain.
You have got
Enough of what
I've given back
Cash comes like
A fossil
In a fortune.
You have got
An angel
for a heart.
You have got
A lot of what
I need
Planting some
seed
in tumbleweed.
Dum, dum, dum
The beat goes
on into
the cross-eyed
moon,
only too soon,
For someone,
dum, dum, dum
The drum holds
lessons for no-one
and you have got
A jazz hold
you have got a
lot of what
I need.
She gives mirrors
If only for
Reflection
I see mirrors
if only to see.
You're a dress
you once wore
in a ballroom
With eyes looking
on and beyond.
And you have
got a lot
of what I need.
I need mirrors
in reverse,
and on repeat,
Just to see
my past disappear.
You have got
a lot of what
I need.
And I rummage
Through corners
for letters
That didn't exist.
I find fun in
fair rides
and mirrors,
And letters and
fortunes and cash.
And you have
Got a lot
Of what I lack.
A lot of what
I lack.
As I rummage
Through ruins
In the rain.
You have got
Enough of what
I've given back
Cash comes like
A fossil
In a fortune.
You have got
An angel
for a heart.
You have got
A lot of what
I need
Planting some
seed
in tumbleweed.
Dum, dum, dum
The beat goes
on into
the cross-eyed
moon,
only too soon,
For someone,
dum, dum, dum
The drum holds
lessons for no-one
and you have got
A jazz hold
you have got a
lot of what
I need.
She gives mirrors
If only for
Reflection
I see mirrors
if only to see.
You're a dress
you once wore
in a ballroom
With eyes looking
on and beyond.
And you have
got a lot
of what I need.
I need mirrors
in reverse,
and on repeat,
Just to see
my past disappear.
You have got
a lot of what
I need.
And I rummage
Through corners
for letters
That didn't exist.
I find fun in
fair rides
and mirrors,
And letters and
fortunes and cash.
And you have
Got a lot
Of what I lack.
Hold Your Face
I wake each morning,
Stumble down stairs,
And hold your face.
I make smalltalk
With my wine cork
And hold your face.
I fall each sunset
in endless nightmares
And hold your face.
Stumble down stairs,
And hold your face.
I make smalltalk
With my wine cork
And hold your face.
I fall each sunset
in endless nightmares
And hold your face.
Cul-de-Sac
All the girls march past
like soldiers
Marching into no-mans land,
And all the days follow
like a beggar looking for change,
And all the money buys a friend
or a pauper, looking for money,
And all the days and nighst move on
to no-mans land,
As we march past,
looking for girls.
like soldiers
Marching into no-mans land,
And all the days follow
like a beggar looking for change,
And all the money buys a friend
or a pauper, looking for money,
And all the days and nighst move on
to no-mans land,
As we march past,
looking for girls.
All I Hear Is Noise
Cars hum beneath the sky I sleep in
And bees buzz by the sound of the cleaner,
Whirring in the basement,
Like a music replacement
And all I hear is noise.
TVs torment the ghosts in the floorboards
And voices speak ill of the dead,
Sighing as they fall,
Like a wish in a wishing well
Well, all I hear is noise.
Cars burn beneath the cry of the gunfire
Shooting battleships in storms
Wait until the bell rings,
Sounding till the singing lady sings:
All I hear is noise.
And bees buzz by the sound of the cleaner,
Whirring in the basement,
Like a music replacement
And all I hear is noise.
TVs torment the ghosts in the floorboards
And voices speak ill of the dead,
Sighing as they fall,
Like a wish in a wishing well
Well, all I hear is noise.
Cars burn beneath the cry of the gunfire
Shooting battleships in storms
Wait until the bell rings,
Sounding till the singing lady sings:
All I hear is noise.
Sunday, 13 February 2011
Trees Discarded
These trees weep not for you nor me.
Those trees we once discarded, for our once dear departed.
That once magnificent towering giant
Chopped down to size and underground there placed.
For something never to be seen again
these trees must fall for fallen men.
Those trees we once discarded, for our once dear departed.
That once magnificent towering giant
Chopped down to size and underground there placed.
For something never to be seen again
these trees must fall for fallen men.
Thirty - One
An empty page the world has yet to spy.
A new chapter with twists and turns unknown.
An uncharted island with everywhere to explore.
Or just 365 days of the same old shit.......
You decide.
A new chapter with twists and turns unknown.
An uncharted island with everywhere to explore.
Or just 365 days of the same old shit.......
You decide.
Thirty
Three decades of sun and shine, wind and rain.
Changing times and so many faces, not one of thirty the same.
Through childhood tantrums and a holiday bruised knee
To first broken hearts and dreams of what will never be.
Looking back to a place you cannot now believe
You see a land of fading memories and a future you can no longer weave.
But with a mind not cast in bronze look at it honestly
And you will find that in those roots a truth hides peacefully.
For in those days and months and years,
smiles and storms, laughs and tears.
Lies the face you see in the mirror each morning,
The face the world is waiting to see.
And if it hadn't been for all of those thirty.
You wouldn't be now who you should be
Changing times and so many faces, not one of thirty the same.
Through childhood tantrums and a holiday bruised knee
To first broken hearts and dreams of what will never be.
Looking back to a place you cannot now believe
You see a land of fading memories and a future you can no longer weave.
But with a mind not cast in bronze look at it honestly
And you will find that in those roots a truth hides peacefully.
For in those days and months and years,
smiles and storms, laughs and tears.
Lies the face you see in the mirror each morning,
The face the world is waiting to see.
And if it hadn't been for all of those thirty.
You wouldn't be now who you should be
Wednesday, 9 February 2011
Why I Love
For giving me a reason to awaken from a slumber so sound and so safe.
For making me see through the darkness to the Moon and the stars
For being the pathway past a past I could not look on any more
For showing me a future throught a now open door.
For being close when I need it, even from afar.
For having paitience to hang on and see worth when others did not.
For making me feel like I'm worth more than the time
For all this and more
I Love You.
For making me see through the darkness to the Moon and the stars
For being the pathway past a past I could not look on any more
For showing me a future throught a now open door.
For being close when I need it, even from afar.
For having paitience to hang on and see worth when others did not.
For making me feel like I'm worth more than the time
For all this and more
I Love You.
No Faxed Abode
I live on the road
I love on the go.
I want to settle down
I have no home
I text with a phone
I shout with a moan
I want to be heard
I have no voice
I give what can be given
I ask for nothing
I cry for loving
I am so alone
I now see an answer
I now see a plan
I took my life
I was but a man.
I love on the go.
I want to settle down
I have no home
I text with a phone
I shout with a moan
I want to be heard
I have no voice
I give what can be given
I ask for nothing
I cry for loving
I am so alone
I now see an answer
I now see a plan
I took my life
I was but a man.
Crimson Wednesday (and the trouble with footwear)
Lain on a pavement, heart exposed by a lover who dumped me like broken shoes.
Cursed both to and by a love I believed in despite all I know.
My bruises are for everyone who ever imagined, that it could never go wrong, that it could never happen.
To those who doubt my pain, and the pity I feel, just turn to your loved ones and hope things will always remain.
For whatever you believe in, whatever you feel, around a corner is a broken shoe with your heart in it's heel.
Cursed both to and by a love I believed in despite all I know.
My bruises are for everyone who ever imagined, that it could never go wrong, that it could never happen.
To those who doubt my pain, and the pity I feel, just turn to your loved ones and hope things will always remain.
For whatever you believe in, whatever you feel, around a corner is a broken shoe with your heart in it's heel.
The Room is Brown
It has to be.
The Room is Brown.
And So Are The Trees.
The Room Has Sound.
But Cannot See,
The Room Is Down.
A Flight of Stairs.
The Room Is Listening
But Cares For None.
The Room was Brown
But Now It's Gone
The Room is Brown.
And So Are The Trees.
The Room Has Sound.
But Cannot See,
The Room Is Down.
A Flight of Stairs.
The Room Is Listening
But Cares For None.
The Room was Brown
But Now It's Gone
Is It Now?
Sirens clashing with protest smashing
Energy rushes and gory ambushes
Scared to be alone but terrified of company
Nothing to cling to peers laughs mockingly
Men with it all too scared to fall
Fail to serve those with nothing at all
And here in the last corner where once real men lay
Is a harsh reminder of who is to blame.
Energy rushes and gory ambushes
Scared to be alone but terrified of company
Nothing to cling to peers laughs mockingly
Men with it all too scared to fall
Fail to serve those with nothing at all
And here in the last corner where once real men lay
Is a harsh reminder of who is to blame.
Ever So Done
If I ever live in the shadow again, it will not be because of broken men.
Tainted memories of failures past will not drive me to shrink from that golden blast.
I cannot be your lighthouse guiding you through the dark
Cannot feel like this, your ignorance to us leaves a mark.
Strength empowered from my love may not be enough
If you cease to try to and continue to bluff.
When I close my eyes and the bad thoughts come
It's your face I see in the dark........ and I'm ever so done.
Tainted memories of failures past will not drive me to shrink from that golden blast.
I cannot be your lighthouse guiding you through the dark
Cannot feel like this, your ignorance to us leaves a mark.
Strength empowered from my love may not be enough
If you cease to try to and continue to bluff.
When I close my eyes and the bad thoughts come
It's your face I see in the dark........ and I'm ever so done.
Saturday, 5 February 2011
I Am Noise
I love Saturdays
But they are noise
I love Fridays
I love Sundays
Don't give me clouds
I love Saturdays
I love Mondays
Especially that one
I love Sundays
I love Tuesdays
Lost in a whirlpool
I love Mondays
I love Wednesdays
Wanting for weekends
I love Tuesdays
I love Thursdays
Drowning in small-talk
I love Wednesdays
I love Fridays
Talking in round-speak
I love Saturdays
I love Saturdays
But they are noise
I love Fridays
I love Sundays
Don't give me clouds
I love Saturdays
I love Mondays
Especially that one
I love Sundays
I love Tuesdays
Lost in a whirlpool
I love Mondays
I love Wednesdays
Wanting for weekends
I love Tuesdays
I love Thursdays
Drowning in small-talk
I love Wednesdays
I love Fridays
Talking in round-speak
I love Saturdays
I love Saturdays
Thank You, Uncle
The closer I get to the answer
The further I am from sleep
Doesn't mean my memories keep
Secrets they never had in any case.
Remember the disappointments?
Well they kind of killed me too..,
Put me on a level, lower than I was
It's why I query that cliche - "what doesn't kill you
Makes you stronger"
Me, I think it only makes you dwell on things for longer...
You're a ghost keeping the winter out.
Thank you, uncle.
Stay with me.
The further I am from sleep
Doesn't mean my memories keep
Secrets they never had in any case.
Remember the disappointments?
Well they kind of killed me too..,
Put me on a level, lower than I was
It's why I query that cliche - "what doesn't kill you
Makes you stronger"
Me, I think it only makes you dwell on things for longer...
You're a ghost keeping the winter out.
Thank you, uncle.
Stay with me.
Everyone's Sorry You're Not Like Anna
Everyone's sorry you're not like Anna,
She went in and outta her way to please
And though you did the same
It's different tonight and it's different today
Sometimes letting go of someone
Is silly, if the words fit, but persecution's OK.
Everyone's stupid, let me spell it out to you.
Thought I heard the earth quake,
And then, my lover, we thought about gravity
How it brings you down.
You're a mirror in a shopping mall
All done up in a dressing gown.
She went in and outta her way to please
And though you did the same
It's different tonight and it's different today
Sometimes letting go of someone
Is silly, if the words fit, but persecution's OK.
Everyone's stupid, let me spell it out to you.
Thought I heard the earth quake,
And then, my lover, we thought about gravity
How it brings you down.
You're a mirror in a shopping mall
All done up in a dressing gown.
Roadsign
You are the road
And you don't have
Any truck for signposts
I'll drop off my ghosts
At Big Stop motels
And book myself into hotels
If only you could see,
You are the road
And you don't know
And way head or roadsign.
I'll put down some signposts
Saying, "I Was Lonely"
And you don't have
Any truck for signposts
I'll drop off my ghosts
At Big Stop motels
And book myself into hotels
If only you could see,
You are the road
And you don't know
And way head or roadsign.
I'll put down some signposts
Saying, "I Was Lonely"
Friday, 4 February 2011
Magazine
Maybe you're a magazine
I pick up and flick through
When the world's turning bad
Or the headlines are all my head can have
Maybe you're a magazine I read
When my day's going bad.
Maybe you're a flick book,
Where, if I only took the time to look
The picture that I'd see
Would be the girl who I love
Between the spaces of me.
Maybe I'm a magazine
Rolling down the street
All rain and roses
Crushed in defeat.
Maybe you'll throw me away
Maybe you'll forget about me.
I pick up and flick through
When the world's turning bad
Or the headlines are all my head can have
Maybe you're a magazine I read
When my day's going bad.
Maybe you're a flick book,
Where, if I only took the time to look
The picture that I'd see
Would be the girl who I love
Between the spaces of me.
Maybe I'm a magazine
Rolling down the street
All rain and roses
Crushed in defeat.
Maybe you'll throw me away
Maybe you'll forget about me.
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