Book 7

Somewhere in my mind

© Ben Robinson 2019

Index

A few words, 50
All I really want to say, 3
Amending things, 41
Are you alike, 35
Be glorious, 27
Beauty, 31
Birds, 14
Break this, 5, 54
Business, 51
Cautious, 49
Change, 8, 57
Check, 25
Cheer up my old friend, 6, 55
Completely, 17
Daylight, 13
Drugged up, 22
Elegance, 15
Executive decision, 19
Faded colours, 34
Farewell to arms, 7, 56
Floccinaucinihilipilificationness, 40
Forwards, 31
Freezing, 33
Heartache, 17
Hello, 21
Hereditary, 38
Hold it in, 49
I will be there, 6, 55
I will write, 13
If this is the beginning, 6, 54
In a simple time, 57
In fortuity, 21
In the box, 27
In this place, 10, 27, 59
Inclined, 33
It is, 43
It is growing on me, 18
It takes alot, 50
Kissed, 26
Lamprophony, 39
Mash, 25
No fear, 35
On the finest day, 11, 60
Out walking, 51
Put out the candlelight, 4, 53
Quaint, 24
Rain, 21
Rapture, 36
Regular, 19
Relations, 46
Revelation, 47
Rhadamanthine, 40
Ripped out, 38
Say goodbye, 7, 56
Sit, 12, 61
Somewhere in my mind, 3, 52
Subjugation, 48
Sweet, 29
The wherefore and the why, 5, 54
The wind, 11, 59
Therein a picture, 9, 57
This is not, 22
Through the times, 32
To you, 41
Touch down, 9, 58
Under the bridge, 10, 59
Walking down the road, 20
Wasted, 44
Water, 12, 61
We did not live, 48
We travel well, 62
When you became two, 30
Who, 42
With this hurt, 44
You had, 37
You prayed, 62
You were appointed, 23

All I really want to say

All I really want to say,
is really not much at all,
for I am all talked out and all worn out,
worn out from civilisations continual rise and falls,
and all I want to be,
all I want to be is to be not here at all,
for in the struggles of life,
what suffering there is in the unhappiness of it all,
and in time,
civilisation will rise again,
and I hope there will be peace,
but over and over again,
humanity is subject to the same weaknesses it seems,
for it never seems to learn at all,
and so all I really want to say,
is really not much at all,
for I am all talked out,
and I do not wish to be here at all,
and here,
always here in my darkest times and on my last legs,
I will never surrender,
and I will find the strength and the fortitude somehow,
and no matter what I will rise,
and I will rise again,
I will rise above it all,
and I will try again,
for what good is giving up,
and no matter how difficult it is,
and no matter how difficult life is,
if you give up,
how can you change anything for the better at all.

Somewhere in my mind

Somewhere in my mind,
through elysian fields I walk in the summertime,
lighter than air and paying time no mind,
no mind at all to time,
somewhere in my mind,
through elysian fields I walk in the summertime,
and I pass by the cedar trees with their fragance that smell so beautiful to me,
and I walk on in the fields of wheat in such silence that I find there,
for where I walk I do not know,
and to where I go I to do not know,
for I am departed from the Earth that I used to know,
and there in elysian fields,
I am lost yet I do not care,
for in elysian fields under blue skies,
heaven is here and heaven is there,
and in elysian fields,
I walk forwards into the dreams of peace that I seek upon the Earth,
and I think of death not at all,
for in elysian fields in the summertime,
in my dreams,
death is no trouble at all,
and I wish not for death but for eternal peace,
for upon the Earth,
and in my dreams and in my mind,
this the only place that I will find peace,
this is the only place where I can find solitude,
in elysian fields,
in my dreams in the summertime.

Put out the candlelight

Put out the candlelight,
and come and join me by the fire,
for its flames they rise so enchantingly,
and we in its warmth in each other’s arms,
can talk until the dawn of what is in our hearts and in our minds and of what does inspire,
for what better a place is there,
what better a place is there than by the fire,
for with you,
you delicate thing,
I love you so much,
for in your heart and in your mind you know me like no other,
and I wish to tell you of my day,
and I wish to kiss you so gently and soothe your worries away,
so come and join me by the fire,
and let me run my fingers through your hair,
for my emotions and my senses are heightened by you in so many ways,
that what greater a pleasure could there be,
and how much finer could be the night,
for in our happy home,
under the stars and the moon and by the fire,
so we will sit contentedly in each others company,
and when you so choose if it makes you happy,
please do sing to me,
for with your beautiful voice it lifts me to the heavens,
and by the fire so bright how much better is the night,
wrapped in your arms and filled by your charms,
and so happy in your company,
for in your company it does bring to me such great delight,
for your words are so beautiful,
and they float so elegantly in the air,
as elegantly as the embers from the fire rise before our eyes,
and your voice it does lift me up so and does so gently sooth my mind,
for In it and with you I am content,
under the stars and the heavens,
in our happy home,
and with you,
with you by the fire.

The wherefore and the why

The wherefore and the why,
it confuses you,
and it confuses me,
this confusion,
this confusion in society,
this confusion about how to be,
for there are so many ways to be,
and there are so many ways we are told to be,
and who to be,
and through the forest and the trees we cannot always see,
for everyone has their voice and some shout louder than others,
and some listen more than others,
and some do not listen and that is me,
for I prefer to be alone,
and I prefer to make up my own mind through my own intellect,
for that way,
if I cut out the world,
I can think more clearly you see,
and that is much better,
much better for me.

Break this

You break this and you break that,
now what is the matter with you,
and what is your problem,
for your thinking is of a contemptuous,
obstrepourous little brat,
and I can’t be having none of that,
but I will no doubt see your efforts in the graffiti that you leave after such an act,
yes you the vandal,
the pyromaniac,
yes you,
you with the hat,
you break this and you break that,
now what is the matter with you,
and what is your problem,
for your thinking is of a contemptuous,
obstrepourous little brat,
and unsurprisingly I can see your lack of education,
your lack of education in your graffiti tag.

If this is the beginning

If this is the beginning,
I would hate to see the end my friend,
for it is neither here nor there to me,
and this town,
this town is on its last legs,
and somewhere we were passing through,
but not somewhere I would have chosen to be,
for if I’d known I would have thrown myself into the sea,
for this town is so dirty,
with hookers and pimps and gimps and bars where they serve a poor excuse for beer that tastes as bad as it could be,
so let’s run my friend whilst we still can,
for the locals look like psycho’s,
and I don’t think they like the look of foreigners like you and me,
for they are brandishing guns so let’s run,
because it will be difficult to drink beer with bullet holes through you and me.

I will be there

I will be there in time,
far across the world,
I will be there my valentine,
for I have you on my mind,
and I will get there no matter what it takes for the love for you is strong,
and any storm can not keep me from you no matter how hard it tries,
for across the ocean is where I belong,
and there is no other place that I would rather be for work is no fun,
and I am on my way with your heart in mind,
for you are the greatest love that I have ever known,
and across the world I will travel countless times,
countless times to be with you,
to kiss your lips,
to hold you in the tropical sun my darling valentine.

Cheer up my old friend

Cheer up my old friend,
for the wind is high and how it howls and it sighs,
and soon you will pay your old love no mind,
for across the sea,
across the sea we are to travel in each others company,
and in the salty air,
why don’t you throw away your tears without a care,
for they are but a drop in the ocean,
and despair will soon part,
the more miles that pass,
for she and you were not meant to be,
and upon the sea in time,
in time she will be but a distant memory,
and we will be far away upon this wind,
this wind that takes us through the night and the day,
the wind that guides us along under the sun and the stars in the heavens,
far away from thoughts of she,
your old love,
your old love that used to be,
so cheer up my old friend,
for the sea it calls to us and the sea is waiting for you and me,
and soon we will be far far away,
and happier you will be.

Farewell to arms

If this is a farewell to arms,
have you lost your head and have you lost your mind,
have you got any legs to stand on,
for your peaceful efforts they may be well intentioned,
but this dictator is killing people still all the time,
and he may pay you lip service but really he pays you no mind,
for he wants to look good in the eyes of the world and that for him was easy to decide,
for he has his people under control and he easily leads them blind,
and as he does all he wants is some bloody peace and quiet,
because killing so many people takes so much dedication and effort,
and how can he achieve this if he has no peace and quiet,
no peace and quiet from the international community,
and only grief,
good grief,
how can he kill in peace and quiet if the international community is giving him grief all the time.

Say goodbye

Have you come to say goodbye,
have you come with those fake tears in your eyes,
have you come wanting forgiveness,
have you come with a more open mind,
have you come in time,
have you been waiting long to say sorry,
because I am not expecting it,
but it would be a great surprise,
for in your eyes you seem to have softened,
and you seemed subdued,
but I cannot read your mind,
and I will just have to see,
for I know you and although I hope for the best,
I have been stung by you,
been stung by you what seems a million times,
and I am dubious of you,
for there has been cunning in you,
and when it comes to my heart,
I have reassembled it so many times,
and I have got it down to quite an art,
and though I am skilled at it it is not for what I wish,
for heartbreak can happily stay away, stay away forever and a day
for I no longer wish to visit it,
for my life is better of course that way,
so have you come for forgiveness,
for you are treading on eggshells but come what may,
for I am open minded but cautious,
so have you come,
have you come for forgiveness,
for I am waiting,
anticipating,
but I can only see what you have to say.

Change

Be brave if you want to change,
for if you are never brave you will always stay the same.
In a simple time

In a simple time under the lemon trees,
how fragrant the air it is,
and how the big the smiles,
and how peaceful it is sat here with just you and me,
you and me,
holding hands in the sun,
and sat in the shade we fall into conversation about this beautiful vision of the landscape that we see,
for in a simple time under the lemon trees,
we share a kiss or two,
a bottle of wine and a picnic too,
and as the breeze it blows gently,
I look into your eyes and I look at you,
and as I look at you,
I see the beauty in you,
I see the compassion and the passion,
I see the love in you,
I see you with your delicate skin and your freckles,
and your hair in rubanesque curls,
and how great life is in this quiet part of the world,
for in a simple time under the lemon trees,
what more could I wish for,
what more could I wish for,
than just me and you.
Therein a picture

Therein a picture,
it is me but it isn’t me,
it is a picture of who I used to be,
and it is a world away from who I am now,
for then I didn’t really know myself,
but now I do and I am happy,
for there in this picture when I look it at and when I look back at me,
it is a curiosity to see,
the lack of self confidence,
the uncertainty,
for education has brought me from where I was to where I am now,
and how great is the progression and the advancement in me,
for education is the most important thing,
for through learning and choice,
how much strength and clarity of mind it does give to thee,
and I,
because of my education,
I can view the world and I can understand it,
and I can be more empathetic and more compassionate,
and I can listen and I can learn more rapidly,
for education gives you the keys to the world,
and with education I am a far better me.

Touch down

We touch down in a far away land,
we arrive in America,
and we step off the plane into the sun,
and we are welcomed with smiling faces,
for with our hopes and our dreams in our heads we wish to be someone,
for in California where we arrive in good mood in California’s positive light,
anyone can be who they want and everyone has stars in their eyes,
and as we stand under the Hollywood sign,
and we take our photographs and we wish for our dreams to come true,
we smile and take it all in and think it could be us,
for we have talent,
we have talent me and you,
and we walk the sunset strip,
and Hollywood boulevard,
and we count the stars,
the stars of those who have already made it and who mostly sleep peacefully in their deaths,
those whose lives were a great big success,
and as we in our anonymity,
we look at the pavement and hope our star will be there one day,
one day when we have made our mark,
and we have worked hard in whatever field we choose in entertainment and its arts,
for only then we will have all that we want,
the money,
the cars,
and the luxuries,
but for now,
in Santa Monuca we will sit by the sea,
as the bodybuilders work hard,
and as the people happily rollerskate behind us along the boulevard,
with our thoughts and plans in our heads and with places to stay arranged,
how beautiful it is here,
upon the beach where by this view we are blessed,
for in California in this light we have such dreams of success,
and so we will work hard and socialise and network in the day and the night,
and we will strive for success,
and we will wish upon a star,
and we will cross our fingers,
and hope that our talents are recognised and we are acclaimed as the best of the best.

In this place

In this place,
In the Church,
the hymn it is enough to wake the dead,
it is enough the foundations to shake,
for we are gathered one and all in this community,
in this communal space,
and here we hope our souls to be uplifted to heaven in our conversations with God,
as through the stained glass,
the light pours through in beauteous colours,
illuminating the figures of the people in the bible,
people whose lives are celebrated at all costs,
and upon the pughs after the singing,
we listen to the sermons,
and we feel the empathy and the compassion of the Vicars, and the Priests,
and we say prayers and we call for peace,
but the world continues on it’s way,
and the problems of the world continue mostly unsolved,
no matter the morals of the day that hold sway.

Under the bridge

Under the bridge where you slept,
did you cry tears in the icy cold to forget,
and did you look at the night and see the stars In the sky,
and were they still beautiful in the cold and the wet,
and were you hungry for food,
and were you hungry in the moment for company,
for company was far away,
and your mind and your heart was a wreck.

The wind

The wind it howls and it prowls,
and it whips right through me,
the wind it howls and it prowls,
and it whips through the trees and tears them to pieces,
but why is it so miserable,
I do not know but the answer is as invisible as the wind to me,
and I stand here trying to fight it,
for I only wish to walk down the street,
and the wind it wants to go in the opposite direction and it disagrees with me,
and though I try my best I end up half way home and then give up,
and end up waving my fist at it and cursing rather unciviliy.

On the finest day

On the finest day that there could be,
on the pier by the sea,
on the pier where you waved to me,
and you kissed me goodbye with a tear in your eye,
a tear that fell into the sea,
I wished you luck but again you were never seen,
for in that boat you were lost in a storm,
a storm that sent you to the bottom of the sea,
and that is so long ago
so long ago now in my memory,
for I remember your smile,
and I remember the excitement in your your eyes,
and how beautiful you looked to me,
standing there with the wind blowing through your hair,
and hoping for a better future for you and I so far away,
but the parting it wasn’t so painful,
so painful as I thought as I hoped to join you eventually a few months later,
for I thought it was a temporary thing,
and before you climbed aboard I kissed you goodbye,
and you,
you stood there with your mixed emotions and with your sunglasses on your head above your eyes,
and you smiled a thousand times seemingly in the blink of an eye,
and my heart it was yours anyway,
but it travelled with you with a sigh,
and over the horizon you went and I went about my life,
and was about to count down the weeks of the month until I joined you when only a day after you had sailed and I had kissed you goodbye,
the ship it sank in the storm,
the storm that took your life away,
the storm that stole the light from my eyes,
and since then,
since then I have never been the same since that day,
and no oceans of tears,
and no matter the seconds,
the minutes,
the hours,
the months and the years,
and the days and the nights
nothing will ever wash that memory of your leaving away.

Sit

Somewhere in time. Time in an new space, a new space of mind, somewhere new everytime.

Water

The water covers the cobbled streets,
and there is a scattering of mud,
and amongst the mud peoples possessions lay everywhere,
everywhere after the flood,
and further down the street,
into the parts of the city that are still flooded,
there in the water are the branches of trees,
and wood and tin,
and people swept away,
and people who are laying face down in the water,
in the water amongst what they have lost,
and they have lost,
and they have lost,
and they are lost,
for how great is a typhoon,
and how great is the cost,
for in the moment of such a fate,
how much fear there is in the minds and the hearts of those who try their best to flee in haste,
but there is barely any chance of people surviving directly in the typhoons way,
for so great is the power of nature,
and how unforgiving it is when it takes peoples lives away,
and then on the other hand,
how precious is water in protecting life,
and how difficult it is to survive without it every day,
for the water of life is a miracle,
but not in the eyes of the grieving,
those whose tears have fallen at first from heaven,
and those whose tears have then fallen from their eyes,
for in their despair they are overwhelmed in their emotions,
overwhelmed as the loved ones that they have lost and that were killed by the flood,
and who were swept away in the horror of the day,
the day the typhoon came,
the day the typhoon wreaked its savagery in such a brutal way,
for this in its cycle,
yes unfortunately it will come again and again,
for no one is safe in the way of a hurricane,
and though you may pray,
and though you may look to God to save you,
nature does as nature wants,
and life is fragile,
for from nature and the water that pours so quickly from the heavens,
there is in the eye of the storm,
no chance of running away.

I will write

I will write in the day,
I will write in the night,
I will write to bring light,
I will write to bring light to the dark,
I will write about love,
I will write no matter what and whatever I turn my heart and my mind to,
I will write,
I will write about any subject that stirs my mind and my heart,
I will write about the injustices,
I will write about the poverty,
I will write about homeless and famine and drought,
I will write about the state of the world,
I will write about the inequalities of the world,
I will write about the cruelty in humanity,
I will write about the tortures and the suffering of men,
I will write and educate,
and I will write to bring light to the minds and the eyes of children, women and men.

Daylight

Daylight brings me into such a state,
it brings me into the light,
does it wake me only for my soul to take,
do I awake for time only to slip away in a playful way,
do I shoot into the sky when I am thinking,
do I shoot into the sky with my mind and capture the thoughts hanging there in the air that would otherwise float on by,
but anyway come what may,
if luck is on my side that day,
I awake in the morning at the dawn,
and my heart and my mind is ravished by the beauty all around me,
It is ravished by the beauty of the world and the Earth and its nature,
it is ravished by the company of the people that I see and meet,
and I in their smiles am happy,
and in the light in their eyes I discover them all,
for me there is nothing better you see,
and in their eyes I discover their qualities,
the angry,
the sad,
the tormented,
the uncertain,
the frail and the strong,
and I try to give them time,
and I try to listen to them all,
and I try to understand them all,
and I try to listen to them all and I try to understand all of them but it is not always possible,
and some annoy me,
and some frustrate me,
and some really irritate me,
some I understand,
some talk to me,
some I talk to,
some are kind
some I am kind to,
some I care about,
some I do no not care about all,
some I feel pity for,
some feel no pity for me,
some I feel compassion for,
some you feel nothing for at all,
some you feel alot for,
some are helpful,
some you help,
some you try to help but they want no help at all,
but whatever happens in the day and at night try to be yourself,
try to truthful,
try to be humane,
because it is better for us all.

Birds

The birds sit upon the lawn,
with the sun shining down upon them they rise early,
and they look for crumbs and worms from the dawn,
the birds sit upon the lawn,
and I sit with my coffee looking out the window,
and I rub the tiredness from my eyes and I yawn,
I look at the sky,
I look at the clouds,
I check for rain,
I check for rain but there is no sign,
and as the birds sit upon the lawn,
I sit in my chair and I wonder how far they will fly,
and as I do the cat tries to act all stealthy in the long grass,
and the birds they are fools,
and they are up in the air in a blink of an eye,
and a little startled they quickly head for the trees,
and I take a sip of my coffee,
and I try not to watch the news because it depresses me,
and I think of the day and where I will go,
for I always try to go somewhere,
anywhere,
on foot,
on a bus,
on a tram,
on a train,
on a ferry,
on a boat,
on a ship,
on a helicopter,
on a plane,
anywhere,
somewhere close,
somewhere far away,
and I smile,
for of travel there is nothing better,
and how I envy the birds who can so easily up and leave and go anywhere,
without having to worry about material things and bills,
and I wish,
how I wish I was that way.

Elegance

Elegance in the movement,
of the movement of the people on the street,
a view from up on high,
from on top of a building,
a building so high,
a building so high that others in height cannot compete,
a building so high it takes your breath away,
a building so high it touches the clouds and reaches ever upwards for the sun,
and I feel at ease,
and I feel calm,
and even the frantic activity seems at a different pace,
for from up here where I stand in the fresh air,
it is an incredible view,
and how complex the city is,
and how wide it has become,
and I wonder if you dropped a feather,
how long would it take to get to someone down below,
probably an incredibly long time,
and time.
time It seems so slow up here,
but I do not mind.
And as I pay time no mind,
I can see the horizon,
and it always seems to me that it begs you to come,
it begs you to come to it,
and it draws you in,
and it will tease you,
and you will never get there,
and you will never touch it,
for the only thing that will touch it is the sun,
the sun,
it is so high in the sky right now,
I wonder how it got there,
and I wonder how it did become,
and I wonder how it did become what is,
and I wonder of the planets and the heavens too and who created them,
and of the view what skill it must have taken someone to shape them and form them,
and place them where they belong,
and of the air how light is it,
and how gently was it placed there,
and what type of person or creature could exist withour having to breath to place the air there in the first place,
but no matter what I am grateful to be here breathing the air,
and I am grateful to be alive,
I am greateful to have friends and family in this city where we all do our best and we try our hardest to survive,
and I am greateful for the enjoyment of my free times,
and I am grateful for happiness,
and I am grateful for my love,
my love working down by the riverside,
the riverside,
the river that snakes it’s way through the capital,
that moves so rapidly and is a beauty on the eye,
and I am greatful for the day,
and I am greatful for the night,
and I am greatful for home,
and I am greatful to get home at the end of the day,
and I am greatful for my love,
and I am greatful to be in her arms no matter the time,
and I am greatful to look into hers,
and she is greatful to look into mine,
for in her eyes,
for in her eyes how much light there is and how beautiful they are,
and how they sparkle so,
and how much tenderness there is in her eyes,
and how much love,
a love so great,
a heaven in its place,
a love for all seasons,
a love so wonderful that it would take a lifetime to describe,
a love so grand,
a love so incredible,
a love so magnificent,
a love that by chance has brought such joyous tears to my eyes.

Heartache

If you are accustomed to heartache,
you know what it is like,
If you are accustomed to heartache,
sometimes you know you go out of your mind,
sometimes you do not see so clearly in such discombobulated times,
sometimes you will be in pieces for the rest of your life,
sometimes you will never want to be with someone ever again,
sometimes you will only cry,
sometimes you will be heartbroken and wish to give love,
give love another try,
sometimes you have trouble reading your loved ones eyes,
sometimes you have trouble reading your loved ones heart and mind,
sometimes there is jealousy,
sometimes there is hate,
sometimes there is pain,
sometimes you never wish to love again,
sometimes love comes easily,
sometimes love never comes at all,
sometimes you get along quite happily,
sometimes with love you don’t get along at all,
and sometimes not all goes to plan,
sometimes there is no a plan at all,
sometimes love makes you sad,
sometimes love makes you glad,
sometimes love is stuck in a rut,
sometimes love is spontaneous,
sometimes in love you feel weak,
sometimes in love you feel strong,
but always feeling something and being in love is better than no love at all.

Completely

Completely complicated,
that is you,
completely complicated you are in whatever you do,
and completely liberated by the speed of your mind,
and completely into everything,
into everything that you can find,
and completely into exploring your feelings,
completely sensitive,
completely intuitive,
completely you,
for you do whatever you do,
you do whatever feels right by you,
you exist to be,
and you have no wish to be anyone else but you,
for you are complete in completely knowing you,
and you know yourself inside out,
and there is a simplicity in that,
and I admire that in you,
and I see how happy you are,
and I am glad for you,
for you are educated and you have no anger in you,
and you are encouraging,
and you encourage me,
for you say by being you you are being true,
and I quite agree with you,
for that is the best way to be,
and I see you,
and I see the love of life in you,
and I see the excitement in your eyes,
and I see how great life is,
for you have accomplished so much,
and you have such drive and confidence,
and you exist to be you,
for what else could you be,
and what else would you wish to be,
for all you want to be is you,
and people telling you what to do never worked for you,
and you in your complicated way there is no complication,
for in your mind and thoughts and in everything you say,
you think things through thoroughly and are always polite,
and you always treat people well for only you truly know you,
and what other way is there to live life,
for you being yourself,
well it is better for your health,
and the world is a better place with the world that way anyway,
whatever the time of day,
I am happy to see you happy being yourself.

It is growing on me

It is growing on me,
this idea,
it is growing on me,
the thought that we could be happy,
if we devalued everything,
and made things more accessible and more reasonably priced,
for this over inflation is killing society,
and we have over inflated prices of products,
we have over inflated the cost of rents in the shops,
we have over inflated costs of holidays,
and we have over Inflated costs of socialising,
and we have over inflated costs of housing,
and we have over inflated costs of existing,
and we waste decades of our lives paying for the most simple things,
housing being a good example,
and society suffers and humanitys health suffers,
and we are far less advanced than we should be,
for if life was less expensive how great could things be,
and how many diseases we could cure,
with a less expensive way of living,
how many lives we could save,
and how much better would it be for humanity.

Regular

Regular as clockwork,
you go to work,
you sit there numbly in your suit and tie,
and how often do you feel that what you do is of its worth,
and how many people in the world are with their work truly satisfied,
a small percentage maybe,
for how boring work is upon the mind,
for so many go through their day as zombies,
staring at screens,
doing menial things,
bored,
bored out of their minds,
and how many are stuck in that rut,
and how many have got no ideas how to go about changing their lives?

Executive decision

You call yourself a businessman.
A shark more like.
For early on in life you made an executive decision,
you made to deride someone with your derision,
you derided someone’s ideas, countless peoples ideas and the way they did things and their life so many times,
for you liked to be unkind,
for that was how you were brought up,
and that was how you were formed and shaped and designed,
for in you that is a flaw,
and you see it as a positive,
and you use negativity to belittle,
for you don’t like humanity much,
for they take too much,
and you want it all for yourself
and only your ideas are good enough and you are certainly no humanitarian,
and you wouldn’t care if everyone else went to hell,
for you are a businessman through and through,
and you are not interested in humanity or charity,
you are just interested in wealth,
and by only being interested in wealth,
you are less human than you should be,
but you do not mind,
yet in the long run,
it is only you that you deride.

Walking down the road

Walking down the road,
to where I do not now,
amongst the snow and in coat and hat and gloves,
It heightens the mind and it blows the cobwebs away,
and it leaves you with a brightness of mind,
it captures your heart,
and in the beauty of the white,
it lingers in your eyes,
for it is a pristine beauty so clean,
so magnificent,
and so spectacular,
watching it is the most beautiful thing,
for it shows the harshness,
it shows me the gentility,
and so wondrous it is watching the wildlife,
watching the birds,
watching the struggle that they go through,
and it gives me an ebullience of mind,
and in wonder I watch the birds as they fly,
and I wish the best for them,
and I hope that they survive,
for so fragile is life out here in Canada in the wilderness,
now could we all adapt,
and could we all get use to this,
could we become more organised,
could we all go back to basics,
could we all learn once again,
could we learn once more how to live off the land as we used to,
for it was once second nature and the usual thing to do,
maybe,
maybe we should try to learn more often just in case,
and maybe we should appreciate and look after nature and the environment more,
for who knows when disaster could strike,
and our civilisations may be devastated and we may be thrust rapidly into a new life,
a life where we have to life off the land,
after becoming used to having to depend upon nature once more,
for we all have become far too used to our comforts,
and they could be so quickly erased and not there anymore.

Rain

Rain,
rain upon the window pain,
the water of life running away,
and outside the grey,
and the grey it numbs my mind,
and I wish that I could blow the clouds away,
for they do not belong here I say,
and how much better would be the day if they went on holiday.

Hello

Hello, how are you today,
nuances and subtleties and tones and phrases in the words and in the feelings that fill your day,
not easy an thing to read sometimes,
not an easy thing,
but if you talk a little more and listen a little more,
you will understand the nuances and the subtleties of life that come into play
Hello, how are you today,
not that I am interested,
I am just being polite in a disinterested way.
Hello!
How are you today?!
It is a pleasure to see you,
oh how such nuances and subtleties and tones,
create lifes shadows and shades,
and create the lights and the darkness,
and the moods that colour our days.

In fortuity

In fortuity,
with luck may you be,
may you be in love,
may you be happy,
for in fortuity,
happiness is a roll of the dice most of the time,
and what will be will be,
for we gamble with our feelings,
and we gamble with our money,
and we take a chance and we hope that fortuity is more fortuitous than it ever used to be,
but luck to some never comes,
and some are just born lucky,
and fortune favours the brave and whatever the outcome,
what are the chances that we will be unlucky?
For we can only hope for the best,
and we will roll the dice again,
and what will be will be.
This is not

This is not for me,
this society,
it does things strange,
it acts deranged,
it drowns itself in misery,
this society is not for me,
and I’d quite happy leave it be,
but unfortunately this is where I happen to be,
and it is not the greatest place that I have ever been,
because there are muggings and stabbings and shootings,
and thefts,
and rapes,
and murders,
and violence on the streets,
and really this society is not for me,
and I have to get away,
I have to get away before it is too late,
for this society is not for me,
and it does things strange,
it perpetuates the problems that it has,
and no one ever seems to see,
or seems to figure out why society is failing so many times,
and I wish it wasn’t so,
but it is and that is the reality,
so really this society is not for me,
and I despair because I do care,
and I get irritated and I get frustrated at all that I see,
and the longer it goes on,
the violence,
the rapes,
the kidnaps,
the murders,
the thefts,
the more I realise that although I have done my best,
but I have to get away,
and I have to get away for this society is not for me,
I have to get away because I value my own sanity.

Drugged up

You were drugged up from the age of ten,
you stood next to a window outside blowing marijuana smoke into someone else’s kitchen over and over again,
you were drugged up from the age of ten,
you with a mind of a five year old with your brain full of holes,
becaused your addiction had paralyzed your mind with the paranoia that had taken hold,
yeah you the bald headed one,
you were a coward and a bully trying to intimidate everyone,
yeah you with the loud mouth,
uncouth and bloody rude,
bloody rude,
but it didn’t matter to you for being rude you had a fortitude,
and every day was the same for you,
for you had been drugged up from the age of ten,
and regularly you stood next to a window outside blowing marijuana smoke into someone elses kitchen over and over again,
and you talked rubbish that made no sense to anyone,
some drug addled nonsense thinking you were funny,
but you with your racist ways,
well it was the opposite,
and you with your dictatorial look,
well the moustache for one,
in between your drug dealing and your lying,
you became well known in the town,
and everyone in the town knew you dealt drugs,
and no one cared,
for it was that kind of town and everyone did drugs,
and if you weren’t someone doing drugs,
you were drinking yourself to death,
or talking rubbish that had built up in your head,
for your head was so full of holes and drugs had addled your brain again and again,
and yet no one was surprised
for you knew everyone,
and unfortunately you had an opinion on everyone,
and you were drugged up from the age of ten,
and regularly you stood next to a window outside blowing marijuana smoke into someone elses kitchen over and over again,
and if you weren’t doing drugs in that town,
you were trying to throw yourself off a cliff,
for life in that town,
well it wasn’t exactly the best life around,
and you talked rubbish all day,
and you never really cared what people had to say,
for you just talked and talked and talked all day,
and none of it made any sense,
for you were out of your face all year round,
and I was glad when you died a natural death,
and there was finally peace and quiet, after they buried you six feet below in the ground.

You were appointed

You were appointed,
you were appointed so they said,
you were anointed so they said,
and I looked at you and I couldn’t see what they meant,
you were just another Guru trying to pretend,
trying to pretend just to make money,
ah you,
you and your fake spirituality,
fake spirituality that for some was pretty serious,
but for me it wasn’t funny,
and you smiled and you chanted a little,
and you just kept on taking the money,
and you just kept on taking the money,
and people came to see you from far and wide,
and people thought you were God,
but you all did was twist peoples minds,
and you made them believe that there was heaven in your eyes,
but there isn’t just,
a cool calm and a calculating machiavellian mind,
and you knew what you were doing,
but behind the scenes you drank and you smoked,
and you fornicated more than most with whoever came by,
and you had a million children or so it seemed,
children from many mothers from across the nation and from worldwide,
and because of your own vanity you built a large tomb to yourself,
and when they buried you you gave a little money to charities and to the mothers of your children,
and in the tomb it was a shrine to your ego,
and it was filled,
absolutely filled with money,
more money than thousands of people make in their lives,
but did you reach heaven,
or are you coming back to Earth because God wouldn’t let you in,
God wouldn’t let you in because he knew your mind.

Quaint

Quaint,
quite quaint,
you had a funny way to some,
but you had the patience of a saint,
for you tolerated everyone,
everyone no matter their anger or their hate,
and you sat with them so many times,
so many times when they were in despair,
and so many times you were there,
and as they talked and cried,
and broke down and had tears in their eyes,
you sat with them until it was late, late, late,
and they talked and they talked and talked,
and they bemoaned their choices and they bemoaned their fates,
and you were patient,
and you listened and you understood the struggles in their lives,
and you encouraged them to be brave,
and you encouraged them to give up bitterness as best you could,
and you did your best in showing your compassion,
and you did your best in being kind,
and you tried to calm their frantic minds when they were in quite a state,
for you were taught well and educated well,
and you were taught to be sympathetic and empathetic,
and you had a great sense of humour,
and you made them smile,
those weary lot,
those tired of life,
those in such despairing ways,
and those who had been through the toughest of times ever seen,
you gave your all,
you gave your everything,
you gave them all of you,
you gave them all of you whenever they called out to you,
and you gave your all whenever they called you,
and you were there,
no matter the day or the night,
for you with your big heart,
you had the patience of a saint.

Check

Check me out,
check out,
check your mind out,
check out,
checking out,
out checking,
checking what it is about,
what are you checking for,
I can’t take this checking anymore,
check me out,
are you checking too,
what are you checking,
I have a check for you,
check me out,
let me check you out too,
let us check this psychoanalysis is actually the truth.

Mash

You look a little mashed,
I found you in the trash,
I found you inside the trash can,
I found you upside down,
I found you with your legs in the air,
I found you with your pockets hanging out,
I found you,
I found you with the squirrels there,
I found you asleep,
and I found you with your small change everywhere,
and I found you dreaming of who knows what,
and I found you and I took you out,
and just in time,
for the squirrels were tugging at your trousers,
and you could see your underwear.

Kissed

You kissed me,
me kissed you,
I held you,
you held I,
it is true,
we did what we wanted,
and we did what we wanted to do,
up there in the hills,
by the flowers and by the windmills,
you kissed me,
me kissed you,
and we span around until we were dizzy,
and we laughed and we fell to the ground,
and we waved our legs in the air,
and we made such joyous sounds,
for the day was sunny and we were happy,
and there was no one around,
so we went skinny dipping in the lake nearby,
and we swam around and we splashed about,
and we waved at the clouds,
and we were happy to be alone,
because we do not like crowds,
for we prefer nature for it doesn’t get in our way,
and nature is no threat to enjoyment,
and in a crowded space well happinness it goes away,
it goes away so easily I can truthfully say,
and well here we are alone,
and I am glad that it is that way,
for there is nothing finer,
than to be skinny dipping in the lake,
skinny dipping under the sun and the clouds in the sky,
and we splash and we splash,
and we swim and we swim,
and we kiss and we kiss,
and what could be better on a summers day.

In this place

In this place,
in this city,
It is not known to me,
it is not known where my life should be,
for sometimes in life,
wherever you go does not seem right,
and there in that place is only misery,
and I would rather be by the sea,
far away from the city,
filled with its rubbish and its social disease,
and the foul smelling air,
that fills my nostrils with soot from the cars that rush and race everywhere,
and I am tired of the problems here that I seem to see almost daily,
and I feel so much pain about the poverty,
and I wish it could be better,
and I wish it could eradicated,
and I wish there more people who were happy.

Be glorious

Be glorious in your peace,
be at peace in the time,
the time where you are still,
for life it will drain you,
and it will pain you,
and it will bend you to its will,
so be glorious in your peace,
and in solitude be at one with the calmness that you feel,
and in the solitude in your calmness take your fill,
for life is tedious and torturous,
and frustrating and irritating,
and time it will grind you down,
for there is no time these days to stop,
and there is no time to reflect and genuflect and have your time as often as you would like,
and there is no time to have your time at your will.

In the box

In the box that you keep,
in the box beside the window,
you keep your letters,
you keep your dreams,
you keep your wishes,
and you keep your letters from me,
and there in your head you believe,
you believe that no matter where we are,
no matter how many thousands of miles apart,
my soul is with you and beside you where thou art,
and you believe,
you believe we inhabit each other spiritually like ghosts,
which at first it seemed a little strange to me,
but it is not strange really and it comforts me,
for I feel you in me,
and you,
you feel me in you,
and wherever we are,
and wherever we will be,
across the seas,
across the oceans,
worlds apart,
worlds apart,
it does not matter where thou art,
though it does matter of course for I would prefer you to be with me,
but when we are apart,
you are the soul that lies inside me next to my heart,
next to my heart as if we were laying together in bed,
and I picture you beside me,
inside me,
inside my head,
and I am comforted,
and I think of your voice,
and I don’t feel so far away from you now,
which always makes me feel better,
and I think of the last conversation that we had,
and as I lay there and I begin slowly to fall asleep,
I remember the last words that you said,
“I will love you no matter where you go,
I will love you through all seasons,
I will love you in the sun, and in the rain and in the snow,
I will love you for you,
I will love you from the heighest heights as if upon the mountain tops that we know,
and I will love you,
I will love you when you are low,
and I will love you with such joy,
such joy,
for you bring to me such happinness,
the gloriousness of which I have never known,
and I will love you under the clouds in the sky,
and I will love you under the stars and the heavens,
and I will love you no matter where you are or where you go,
for I love you,
and I will always be in your heart shining like a beacon in the dark,
and you will always be in my life,
and your love,
your love it will always be as strong as when eros’s arrows first pierced my heart.”
And at night,
at night with those words in my mind,
no matter where you are,
and no matter whether we are worlds apart,
I will fall asleep comfortably and happily,
with you knowing that I love you,
and with you knowing that you love me,
and I will send my love to you when I am awake,
and I will send my love to you when I am asleep,
and I will send to you my love in my dreams,
for your love always,
in my heart it I will keep.

Sweet

Sweet,
sweet like a strawberry with sugar,
fine like a sherry,
fine like a sherry that ages with time,
you sit there in your beauty and you look at me,
and you look at me with those piercing blue eyes,
but what is on your mind I ask,
and you smile a little wry smile and you kiss me on the lips,
and you lead me into the garden and down along the riverside,
and you hold my hand and you take me to the glade,
the glade where the large tree is,
the large tree that looks out to sea,
the tree with a single swing,
a single large swing where we sit beside each other you and I,
and you push me a little playfully and your eyes they light up in happinness,
and you laugh a little,
and you push me again and I push you too,
and we are set in motion and we gently rock back and forth to the glorious view,
the glorious view of the sea,
and the breeze it blows so gently,
and we look at it and you look at me,
you look at me and I look at you,
and what happinness I see in you,
for you look so radiant,
and you are beaming and bright,
bright like the light,
bright like the stars at night,
and filled with great happinness and mystery too,
a mystery,
a mystery between me and you,
do you have a secret,
do you have a secret that only you know I wonder,
I wonder as I look at you,
and as I do I take a moment or two,
and I look at you quizzically and you smile,
and then you lean forwards and kiss me on the lips again and there is such a warmth in you,
and I hold you,
I hold you for a moment,
I hold you in my arms a little while,
and I run my fingers gently through your hair,
and there,
there I am calm in your arms,
and my emotions and my feelings they overwhelm me,
and as the breeze blows as we sit on the swing,
and there is so much beauty in you it is hard to take it all in,
and in the summertime and in the sun,
we are one,
we are one,
and you look to me,
and you look at me so happily as we swing,
swing back and forth before the glorious sea,
and as you look at me,
as you look at me,
upon your face you still have a look of mystery,
and you look like you are about to cry,
and I wonder,
I wonder why,
but for only a brief moment because tears,
tears they start falling from your eyes,
and my initial reaction is to comfort you,
and you smile a great big smile,
a great big smile to let me know it is alright,
and you say to me,
you say to me,
I’ve got your baby inside.

When you became two

When you became two,
when you became a couple,
did you feel halved in two,
did you feel better,
did you feel whole,
did you feel more whole than you usually do?
Did you find yourself half as happy than when you were one,
when your time was cut in two,
did you,
did you have regrets,
any at all,
or maybe one or two,
for in you,
if you cannot share what good is being in a couple to you?
Probably it is very pointless it is true.
But in love,
time is never enough,
and there is a time to care,
and a time to share,
and there is a time to be alone,
but if you cannot balance them both,
when time is short and you are frustrated,
or both are frustrated,
and you are suffocated by the other,
how much of them do you actually love,
for love is understanding,
and without understanding,
how can there be a happy home.

Forwards

Forwards into the future,
what will it be,
will there be no land recognisable as we know it now,
will there be new islands in the sea,
great new islands with new wildlife and nature that we have never seen,
will there be less volcanic activity to disrupt humanity,
and will there be less wars than before,
and will housing be free?
We will we have a pill to instantly cure depression,
and will we have cured diseases,
will we be more educated,
will we have more time
and will there be less violence in society,
will there be peace,
and if there was peace will we be threatened from alien species arriving from space,
or would we get along with them,
and if you had a crystal ball would you wish to see?

Beauty

Beauty,
it is all in the mind and in the eyes,
beauty,
it is in you,
it is in I,
and whether people see it or not there is no certainty,
for beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
and they see what they like,
but you hope that they see beauty in you,
for romance is a tentative thing,
and there are such little steps at the beginning that hopefully lead onto larger steps,
and romance grows like a flower in the sunshine,
and romance grows in the most unexpected of places sometimes,
and it springs from out of the darkness to enlighten ones heart and ones mind,
and it lifts you up into heavenly delights,
for how great is romance no matter the time,
for romance when it comes to relationships is the greatest part,
the most delicate,
the most special,
the most beautiful,
and the most colourful work of art,
and romance it wields its arc so bright,
it lights up the day,
and it lights up the night,
and its sparks then turn into flames,
and what great spontaneity it comes from,
and when it happens it can never be restrained,
for when you have love,
and when you have loved you will never be the same,
for without romance,
being alone far too often is an empty place,
and I would over that quite happily take romance any day.

Through the times

Through the times,
how difficult has being alive been,
and how difficult has being a human being been,
and how difficult it is easy to see,
and we all wish it wasn’t,
and we wish the horrors in humanity,
and caused by humanity were a horrible dream,
for there are those who have no feelings,
there are those who have no compassion,
and there are those who have no sentiment,
and there are those who have no ability or capability to listen or to understand,
there are those so cold,
with the winter and the snow and the ice in their souls,
and how awful it must be to be one of those,
one of those types of people who are of vicious minds,
out for themselves,
the killer kind,
the killer kind,
taking everything they can and killing you inside,
killing your emotions,
killing your heart and your mind,
and killing you with their ego and their need and the ability to be unkind,
for through the times,
how difficult has being alive been,
and how difficult has being a human being been,
and a revolution is needed to eradicate this unfeeling and uncaring from our times,
for it destroys human kind,
and how empty are they with the winter and the snow and the ice in their souls,
for they are not really alive,
and they are best avoided at all costs,
for if they are nowhere to be seen,
how much better will humanity be,
and how much better will the world be full of good hearted people,
those who listen and understand no matter the time,
those compassionate people,
the caring,
the sharing,
and the loving kind.

Freezing

Freezing in the cold cold rain,
you shiver in the doorway,
wishing you were in Spain,
you shiver under your umbrella in the winter so cold and with the sky so grey,
and you wish to leave but the rain it keeps you there,
and for who knows how long,
but it is not an unusual thing,
but how much time in your life does the weather waste,
and oh how it frustrates,
for you wish the weather to placate,
but will it ever go away,
for it seems like it has been so dismal for forever and a day,
and as you shiver in the doorway,
freezing in the cold cold rain,
wishing you were in Spain,
wishing you were in Spain,
you pray and you pray,
and you hope for the best,
and you hope it goes away,
for there is no choice and though you may complain,
in a flood it comes and so torrential it is that at any moment you may be swept away,
hopefully to somewhere warmer,
but I doubt it
and the rain it continues,
and you are soaked to the skin,
but you would rather the sunshine any day,
for the rain it is a blessed thing,
and it nurtures life upon the Earth,
and we should not take it for granted,
and we should be greatful for it,
for without it how could we live,
but today,
how I wish,
how I wish it would bloody go away.

Inclined

Inclined at the time to reach for you,
to head upwards and onwards up the stairs in a romantic state of mind,
wanting you,
needing you,
wanting to see you,
then rudely awaking from a dream to see I never knew you all the time,
and how frustrating it is,
all these people that you meet in your dreams,
people that you never get to know that well,
people that are always quick to say goodbye,
for they vanish so quickly,
so quickly when you open your eyes,
and only for a second can you remember their faces mostly,
and then they are gone,
and like the people on the street who pass you by,
there are so many,
but how many of the people of the world that you meet will you fall in love with,
and how many are actually in love I wonder at any one time.

Faded colours

Faded colours upon a wall,
a rainbow in the distance,
the rivers,
the lakes,
the seas,
and the oceans,
a beautiful flower,
the grass,
the trees,
the leaves,
the mountain tops,
the jungles,
the sunshine,
the clouds,
the stars,
the planets,
a galaxy,
the rain,
the sun,
the snow,
the rivers,
the rocks upon a beach,
the cliffs,
the soil,
the birds,
the animals,
such beautiful colours and in so many shades and in so many varieties,
for how great it is,
and how great is the light that reaches our eyes and that does delight and that does surprise,
for colour it affects our moods,
and it depresses us or lifts our spirits in to the skies,
such an incredible chemical reaction,
the interpretation of which does blow our minds,
for the intensity and the vivacity,
how powerful it is,
and how powerful the light that brings such fascination to our imagination and our eyes.

No fear

Jumping off of buildings,
jumping off of the edge of cliffs,
jumping off of mountain tops,
do you have no fear,
do you have no fear,
falling as you do,
falling,
falling so rapidly through the skies,
faster and faster,
disappearing from sight,
travelling freely through the sky,
now what kind of a thrill it must be,
and such an adrenaline rush and I’m not surprised because you could die,
falling,
falling,
falling through the sky,
and I admire you,
for you are more crazy than most,
but I am just happy to watch you,
falling,
falling,
falling from the sky,
but I,
I would rather just be watching,
you falling,
falling,
falling,
and I glad it is you rather than I.

Are you alike

Are you alike,
do you look like she,
are you alike,
do you think the same,
and do you enjoy each others company,
I wondered because you are twins,
and you look quite similar to me,
identical twins,
identical twins that seem good friends,
and it is a pleasure to meet you,
and to see the smiles on your faces,
and it is a pleasure,
it is a pleasure to me,
for you go everywhere together,
no matter the distance or the weather,
and what conversations you must have,
and I was wondering do you finish each others sentences,
for you look like your sister,
but do you talk like your sister,
and do you think like your sister,
for you talk and talk,
so animatedly,
and how incredible it is,
the replications of genetics that in you both I see.

Rapture

Looking back at a memory,
In your rapture,
in your bliss,
how every kiss it felt like a million kisses,
a million kisses,
for in your emotions your ecstasy it transcended everything,
and it felt so incredible,
kisses like butterflies wings,
kisses so gentle and so light,
slowly and soft,
soft and tender,
they ravished you in the night,
and you,
you were having the time of your life,
for not a second went by without you feeling the most alive that you have ever felt,
for in these times,
how great is the love who lays beside you,
and how great the warmth,
and how your eyes they fluttered like a movie scene,
slowly frame by frame,
for in your ecstasy in the summertime,
how beautiful it was and how serene,
so serene and like a dream,
for in the middle of the day,
what better a thing could there be,
for you loved to love,
and you loved love,
and how sensual your love was,
and you how enjoyed the sensuality,
sensuality,
and there intertwined in each others arms,
naked in the pool,
with your skin upon his,
you gently caressed each other,
and made love underneath the lemon trees.

You had

You had an inkling,
you had a feeling,
you had a feeling that it would be the same,
you had clouds,
you had clouds in your brain,
you had a dream but you couldn’t see,
and you wanted to see clearly
but love,
a fractured love had interfered with your memory,
and your heart was shattered into pieces,
and the light had gone out in your eyes,
and by love you were no longer mesmerised,
and you were struggling to get yourself back together,
and you were permanently changed,
for heartbreak is a terrible thing,
and you wished breaking a heart was a sin,
and you wished that going to hell was the price that you had to pay,
for you had your heart broken too many times,
and you wanted to be free of such despair,
and you wanted it from your mind to be erased
and you wanted to be in love again,
in love without the heartbreaks conditioning,
and you wanted to not be so mistrusting,
so mistrusting ever again,
but you sadly knew the reality,
and here you were sat at a table,
nervous and anticipating,
and anxious and waiting,
waiting,
at the table your face aglow in the candlelight,
waiting for someone,
waiting for someone to put a smile upon your face,
waiting to put the light back in your eyes,
waiting to help erase the previous heartbreaks pain,
and so you waited,
and you waited,
and then you saw him and he smiled,
and you smiled,
and you were anxious,
and your heart was palpitating and pounding out the words,
here we go again,
here we go again,
and questioning,
questioning will anything change?

Hereditary

You worked hard,
you started a business,
and you succeeded where so many had failed,
you made millions and millions but you mostly never spent your money,
and It must have been hereditary,
because you were frugal in your ways,
yet you had everything that you ever wished for,
and everything you wished for was always never cheap,
but with your friends,
you were frugal
frugal in your ways,
but what is the point in having money and never using it to do good anyway,
because you cannot take it with you,
and money comes so easily to you,
but what actual good with it do you do?
For there are so many in this world with so much money,
and they never do anything useful with it,
and they only keep it to themselves,
and the worlds problems remain the same,
and it is a shame,
it is a shame,
it is truly a shame,
for there are homeless people everywhere and people in poverty whose lives may be lost,
and by spending money a little more often maybe more lives could be saved it is true.

Ripped out

Ripped out,
kicked out of your house again,
and as you were so tipped down,
tipped down the rain,
found somewhere to shelter inside a coffee shop,
bought a coffee,
stared numbly into it,
ran your finger around the rim,
and felt lost,
felt lost,
and as empty and as bleak as the snows laying down upon the ground upon a winter’s day,
kicked out,
kicked out of your house again with a little change,
with a little change in your pocket,
and with a tear in your eye,
and outside a thunderous sky,
and the tear falls and the waitress hands you a tissue and you thank her,
and you think of all the things that has brought your life to this,
and you wish it wasn’t that way,
and you try and think of somewhere to stay,
for you are tired of being tired,
and you are tired of the arguments,
and you are tired of the screaming,
and you try and think of somewhere to stay,
and you call people so many people,
but they cannot help you today,
so you give up,
you give up,
and you feel despair creeping into you,
so you drink the coffee,
you drink the coffee and you sit there all day,
for there are unlimited refills,
and you get high on caffeine,
and you cry,
and you cry,
and you try and phone some more people but no one can help you today,
and the day it passes that way,
and the evening comes,
and you drink more coffee,
you drink more coffee,
and you feel numb,
numb,
numb,
and the coffee shop closes and you face reality,
where is there to sleep,
somewhere to sleep,
somewhere to sleep?
With only a coat,
a covered alleyway out of the rain,
numb,
numb,
numb and cold,
tears upon tears,
emotional pain,
emotional pain,
emotional pain.

Lamprophony

In the street waiting for a bus,
I saw you,
you were someone that I didn’t know and someone I wished I hadn’t seen it is true,
for you were so loud and proud,
and shouting obscenities at who I had no clue,
but there was nothing that I could do,
for In your lamprophony I suffered your cacophony,
for you shouted and screamed,
so many things that were obscene,
so many things that were obscene that I did not want to hear,
but unfortunately I did and it rather hurt my ears,
and how I wished that you would disappear,
disappear far away from me,
over the horizon If possible I thought but unfortunately it wasn’t to be,
and so I wished I could do a silent gardyloo on you,
and shut you up when it landed on you,
for because of your cacophony I feel the need for a lobotomy,
but luckily a bus came along and I escaped and as it drove away,
If you don’t shut up I shouted,
I will do a silent gardy loo on you everyday.

Floccinaucinihilipilificationness

In your life you have had enough of Floccinaucinihilipilificationness,
so you said nothing,
but you did a Marcel Marceau,
and you ranted and raved,
and you waved your fists silently in frustration,
for in your Floccinaucinihilipilificationness,
you wished you were worth a little more than the Floccinaucinihilipilificationness than before,
so you stapled bank notes to your jumper,
and then walked out the door.

Rhadamanthine

You were far too rhadamanthine,
you were far too obstrepourous when you didn’t get your own way,
and you didn’t like the news that they gave you about your finances on the telephone,
so you threw your telephone into the sea,
and in doing so you were far too rhadamanthine,
because you also threw your lottery ticket into the sea accidentally,
and unfortunately a week later you found your numbers were the winning ones,
and you went back to the shop and complained and explained,
sorry Sir said the man there is no winnings for you because your ticket is invalid as you threw it into the sea,
and anyway it would be far too wet and no good to me,
but you could buy another ticket he said,
and you replied angrily that’s a bit rhadamanthine,
and he said don’t be so rhadamanthine with me!
And he rather rhadamanthinely threw you out of the shop,
until you shouted through the door I will buy the lot,
and he said oh alright then that is fine with me.
Amending things

Amending things,
is not as easy as you would like,
for you try to make the most of the day,
but so rapidly how quickly up creeps the night,
and it will make no amends for doing so,
and it will make no amends for putting out the light,
and the day it will make no amends for waking you up when you wanted more of a lay in but you found it impossible because of the light,
and because amending things it seemed so right,
you try to amend yourself by going to a psychologist,
and afterwards at the end he says how do you feel,
and you reply better than before,
and he says well in that case come back for more and I will charge you more,
and you can talk twice as much,
now does that sound fair,
but before you have replied he’s booked you in and with his psychology he has made you feel obliged,
and you wish you could amend the appointment,
but his cat tips over the vase of water onto the computer,
and the computer stops working,
and the cat he gets electrified,
and then after the vet is called you are twice as traumatized,
would you like me to amend your appointment he says,
and you just stare at him still traumatised,
and then he says you look like you need it so I’ll book you in for four hours next time,
and by the way that will be two hundred pounds,
and sorry about my cat that died.

To you

I have have been fishing for thirty days,
I have been mostly upon the Ocean,
I have been alone mostly,
thinking of you upon the rise and the fall of the waves,
and to you,
in this bottle,
in this bottle I send my lonely heart in a word or two,
a word or two that you can comprehend,
and to you this I send,
my lonely heart in a word or two,
a word or two that you can comprehend,
for it has been a while,
and I have missed you,
I have missed you,
and the weather has not been fine at all,
and there have been such great storms,
more storms than the crew and I have ever known,
but now they have settled,
and I am heading home across the Ocean,
across the Ocean where I roamed,
for for thirty days,
for thirty days I was mostly alone,
sometimes in port but it wasn’t the same without you,
and I thought of you often,
and I in my mind,
was there with you in our happy home,
and though I could not call you much because I mostly had no telephone,
I thought of you,
and I carried a picture of you in this locket,
and when I was away I carried you wherever I would go,
and now that the storm has cleared,
this bottle I have put it into the Ocean,
and if anyone finds it in times of calm,
or in times of distress,
I hope it brings a smile to their faces,
and I hope it brings luck with the Ocean,
and I hope that there is a breeze and that they find their way home easily,
for here I am thinking of you now that the storm has cleared,
and I hope that the wind is good and that I will be soon sailing home fast away from here,
and as I do I will have a smile on my face and I will think of you,
but until then in this locket I will carry a picture of you,
and I will keep it close to my heart,
like I always do,
like I always do whenever we are apart,
and soon I will be sailing home fast away from here,
sailing to be with you to where I should be,
together once more with you in our happy home,
returned safely and happily to your kisses and to your warm embrace,
back from the Ocean,
back from the Ocean where I did roam,
and happy to look into your eyes again,
and happy to be in your arms,
happy with your kisses once more
and back in our happy home.

Who

Who is in the dark,
and who is enlightened,
who is brave,
and who is frightened,
who is aware,
and who is unaware,
well everyone everywhere,
and who is uneducated and educated,
well aren’t we all,
but some of us worry about it more than others,
and some of us don’t worry about it at all,
for in this world you cannot know it all,
and some of us will not know it all,
and some will try to know it all,
and some will rise,
and some will fall,
and some will act up,
and some will act,
and some will be themselves,
and some will want to be someone else,
and some don’t know who they are at all,
and some should listen more,
and some should listen less,
and some should not listen at all,
and some will want to be here,
and some will not want to be here at all,
some will be unsure about whether it is good to be here or whether it is not good to be here at all,
and some don’t like to go to school,
and some like to go to school,
but we have no choice for every day we learn something new,
and there is no doubt about that at all.

It is

It is us,
it is us,
the human race,
it is us,
that fails to solve gun crime and knife crime,
it is us,
that fail to solve racism,
it is us that fail to solve religious intolerence and hate,
it is us that fail to teach people morals properly,
it is us that fail to prevent rape and sexual assault,
it is us that tore the Earth to pieces,
it is us that has caused damaged to the environment so many times,
it is us that have raped and tortured and murdered people and have started wars so many times,
it is us but we are apparently not ashamed,
because we continue down the same road,
blindly stumbling on and not learning,
continuing to make the same mistakes far too many times,
and we cannot deny it because it is us who are to blame
and we do it again and again,
it is us,
us who pollute the seas,
us who steal the land from each other
and us who fight over the land,
and us who contaminate the Earth,
and us who leave people be,
and it is us who leave people homeless,
it is us,
it is us who leave people in poverty,
it is us
it is us who do not permanently solve famine and drought,
it us for but we apparently are not ashamed,
but when will we be,
when it is too late?

With this hurt

A broken relationship,
a relationship with a sad end,
a relationship destroyed with bitterness and acrimoniousness,
and with such vitriol,
and afterwards such hurt pride and such pain,
and afterwards too so many tears,
again,
again and again,
and with this hurt inside,
with this hurt inside,
turn to the sun and face the light,
stay away from the darkness as best that you can,
and do not rush healing,
for healing can only be done with time,
and with this hurt inside,
with this hurt inside,
pay no mind to trying to accomplish too much,
for this pain,
this pain,
it will only go if you take the time to slow things down,
and you try to calm the mind,
for you can only be you again with effort,
and with patience too,
and with good friends around you you will get better in time,
and so until then turn to the sun and face the light,
and stay away from the darkness as best as you can and do not rush healing,
for healing can only be done with time,
and with time love and understanding will you pick yourself up again,
and only then will you learn to love yourself again,
and only with time and with true love will you restore your pride.

Wasted

Wasted kisses,
stood in a wilderness of the soul,
now why did you come here,
and what did you come here for,
for I can see by the look on your face,
it is over,
and you confirm that it is,
and you say what you have to say,
and it isn’t pleasant,
but it is over forever more,
but what are you here for,
because I am a little confused,
and looking at you there is nothing here anymore,
for your love is like a ghost,
a ghost that has left and has walked through the walls,
and I am here left alone once more,
caged by the feelings that I have,
for my heart has been shattered and it lays in pieces on the floor,
wasted kisses,
coldness and a final end,
a goodbye,
tears,
tears in the eyes,
and you,
you disappear into the history of my time and into the history of my life,
and I,
I have you in my memory with the pain of your choice to say goodbye,
such a cold day,
such a cold day in the heart,
such a cold day in the mind,
winter inside,
snowflakes in the sky,
clouds,
clouds more happy and free than am I,
for I am caged in my emotions,
I am caged by what you said,
I am caged by the way that you left,
and I am caged by the memory of you,
and I am heartbroken,
and I am caged by the tears that I cannot stop shedding,
and I am lost in the wilderness of my soul,
for you are gone,
and I,
I am no longer,
no longer whole,
and I do not know which direction to go,
for what once was is gone,
and the warmth is no more,
and there is only emptiness,
and sadness,
and bitterness,
and though I don’t want to be bitter,
my feelings are all over the place,
and I do not know which direction to go anymore,
for you left me like a ghost who walked through the walls,
and I thought we had love,
real love,
but when I went to hold you,
you walked away like a ghost walks through the walls,
fading away,
fading away,
fading away,
and you were suddenly gone forever more.

Relations

Relations between nations,
relations between humanity,
diplomacy,
diplomacy,
we talk more than we used to,
and we are more connected globally,
and how much better it is these days,
but there is always room for improvement,
for through education and listening and understanding it will set us free,
free from oppression,
free from hate, intolerance, and racism and religious hatred,
free from homelessness and poverty,
free from gun crime and knife crime,
free from terrorism,
free from war,
and free from all the ills of society,
and how much better it is that we can talk more openly as the international community than we did before,
and though we beg to differ sometimes,
and though we may not always agree perseverance and dedication will bring results,
and despite our doubts and despite our faults,
if we listen to each other more and we talk more and we persevere,
the world will be a much better place,
for through education and listening and understanding it will set us free,
free from oppression,
free from hate,
free from intolerance,
free from racism and religious hatred,
free from homelessness and poverty,
free from gun crime and knife crime,
free from terrorism,
free from war,
free from all the ills of society that plagued us before,
and far away from hate and far away from fear,
the world will be a much better place if we talk and if we persevere,
and how much more love and understanding there will be in the world,
and how much more humane will humanity be,
a more humane humanity than ever before,
and by being educated,
we will be free from oppression,
free from hate,
free from intolerance,
free rrom racism,
free from religious hatred,
free from homelessness and poverty,
free from fear,
free from gun crime and knife crime,
free from terrorism,
free from war,
and free,
free from all the ills of society that plagued us before.

Revelation

Revelation,
inquisitiveness,
an inspiration,
from fascination it did design,
it did design upon the mind,
a clear vision,
a clear vision of work,
a vision of a work to be,
a dream,
a work of our times,
for time has given rise,
to the rise and the fall of civilisations so many times,
and we look back at history and we wonder why,
too greedy,
too needy,
war,
why?
Misunderstanding,
too little listening,
and no one trying hard enough to try,
new ideas,
no one trying hard enough to combat old fears with different ways of thinking,
no one taking the time to understand how advanced we could be if we just stopped killing permanently,
and that to me is a revelation,
a small revelation maybe but a simple one that could change the world,
for if we attacked the problems of war with more educated minds,
we could collaborate and have the most advanced civilisations ever known in humankind,
and we could solve diseases together,
and we could eradicate poverty and homelessness and explore the universe, and protect the Earth and its environment and save human lives,
if we only we used our minds a little more,
what a great future there could be for the human race,
for if we changed our ways and our ways of thinking about how we prevented war,
we with effort really could eradicate war forever more,
and how much better the Earth would be off,
and what more of an incentive do you need than to look back at human history,
for there has been far too much blood spilt before,
and there have been far too many people killed because of war,
a billion people or more,
and war what is it good for,
absolutely nothing I’m sure,
absolutely nothing,
for it never gets us anywhere,
and it never will in the future and it never has in the past before.

We did not live

We did not live,
we did not live like we should have lived,
we were not what we could be,
and we found it hard and we struggled,
and living well it was like trying to part the sea,
and so we scraped on by,
and we barely fed ourselves,
and we struggled,
and we tried to create whilst suffering,
and from the suffering what great art was made and what great literature and creations of such skill and beauty,
for in suffering the mind is heightened or so it seems to me,
and that Is the artists and the writers life,
struggling and suffering and creating,
but if you are born lucky or are dedicated,
and you have the skill and the talent,
you will be liberated from the suffering financially eventually.

Subjugation

Subjugation of a nation,
how humanity has suffered,
suffered dictatorships,
for in the famine and the drought,
how could a leader be so callous,
so callous as to cause the deaths of millions,
when there is no reason and there is help out there in this world from other nations,
and what sickening control there is in the minds of a dictator who oppresses them,
and who belittles them and makes them cower under his boot,
and doesn’t do all he can when there is a famine that has ravaged the land,
and when there are people dying pointlessly and needlessly across the country,
how sickening it is,
and how despicable that lives cannot be saved when they have all the money in the bank,
all the money in the bank that could solve any crisis,
but the dictator they are more intent on keeping control and luxury and on living well,
for they do not care if people die,
and they will barely blink an eye,
for what is another death when you are living it up in luxury and you have all the food that you could ever need stockpiled and piled high,
for that is all you care about,
for you will never starve and you will never suffer,
and over people dying from famine and drought and starvation you will never cry.

Hold it in

Hold it in,
keep it,
keep it inside,
try not to cry,
try not to cry,
and listen,
for this is not how it should be,
but there is a problem of humility,
and you will not admit defeat,
and you will not admit that you have done wrong by torturing peoples emotions and peoples minds,
for you are far too needy and far too selfish,
for you wanted it all your own way,
and you pushed them to the limit,
and you caused them to break down after you had bled them emotionally and financially dry,
and then surprise surprise,
you found someone you actually cared about,
and you tried the same again,
for you were so used to manipulation that it was all you knew,
and your love was true but you did not know how not to be a selfish you,
and you argued and you argued,
and then unsurprisingly couldn’t take it anymore,
and you were left alone with tears in your eyes,
and did you finally realise how it felt,
did you finally realise how many people you had emotionally abused and mentally abused,
maybe you do,
but only for a short while,
maybe only until the next time,
and of that with your machiavellian ways I would not be surprised.

Cautious

Cautious in the extreme,
you tread tenderly through your dreams,
you walk in the heavens in your sleep and you barely believe,
and you tread tenderly through your dreams,
looking for God,
questioning what God means,
for God has always been classed as being in a human form,
but what is the reality?
For you tread tenderly through your dreams and you are very unsure,
for in your dreams you try to find the path to God,
for in life he has never shown himself,
and religion is dying,
and people do not trust in religions moral beliefs any more,
because of countless rapes,
because of countless tortures,
and countless murders,
and because of this people are beginning to believe less and less in God,
for God has never arrived,
and people are beginning to believe less in religion for they have solved no major problems in the whole of their history,
and God has never been seen in the history of mankind,
and God has never prevented catastrophic loss of life before,
and really,
have people with religion just wasted their time?

It takes alot

It takes alot to see someone you loved die,
it takes a lot,
it takes alot to hold them in your arms,
and to look after them through the suffering and the hurt and the pain,
it takes alot,
it takes a strong mind,
it takes a strong mind to see the agony,
it takes a strong mind to see the tears,
it takes a strong mind to see the devastation,
it takes a strong mind to see the end of their life approaching,
and it takes a strong mind to see them in physical pain everyday and with countless tears in their eyes,
it takes alot,
and on that final day,
it takes a lot to watch them breathe their last breath,
and that you will never forget,
and it always in your mind it will forever stay,
every night and every day,
whilst you are awake,
and whilst you are sleep,
it will haunt you,
until your dying days.

A few words

You read a few words for the damned and you didn’t give a damn,
for you did not care for them in life,
and they chose their choices and they gassed the Jews,
and what barbarity they caused and without a pause,
and with no feelings and emotions,
and as a Vicar you read a few words for the damned but you didn’t give a damn and why should you,
normally for you a most unusual view,
and because of the barbarity and the insanity,
you of a good heart and a moral mind,
you were glad when those who had gassed the Jews,
you were glad when they were shot,
and you you felt nothing,
and you felt no emotions and no feelings,
and you thought of them being shot and hanged,
and you just felt numb,
and it didn’t matter,
for it was a job,
just a job to do,
and later in your own way you took some time,
and you felt fine with a glass of wine or two,
and you sat there deep in thought and crossed yourself and made a silent toast to those departed,
to those unlucky Jews.

Business

Business,
is it good for you,
are you making money,
making money too,
business,
is it good for you,
do you get more in than you put in,
do you speculate to accumulate more often than you used to?
And when you make money,
what do you do with it,
do you achieve what you actually set out to achieve,
and did you actually accomplish what you wanted to and make more money or give to charity or some other cause close to you,
for there are those who have,
and those who have not,
and there are those who have money tied up,
and who cannot do anything it is true,
and what would be the greatest thing you would like accomplish with money if you could do?
Would you solve,
would you solve a world problem or two?

Out walking

Out walking nowhere I know,
walking in the sun as a no one for I do not live around here and it is nice to be anonymous,
for where I live,
there are curtain twitches everywhere and it is a cliquey town,
and when I leave I am so glad to leave,
for nowhere is better than when you are anonymous,
for those small towns they drag you down,
and they are full of mean spirited people,
and they with their barbaric mentality and their poor use of words,
words that you try not to listen to,
for you wish they weren’t so interfering but everyone in those small towns,
they have nothing better to do than sit around over analysing everyone’s private lives,
and so I am glad when I leave,
for those towns they just drag you down,
and It is better to go somewhere different,
for in those towns it must be something in the water that does something to their brains,
for they know no shame,
they know no shame,
and they will pick on anyone no matter their size,
and I am glad to be somewhere different,
where there are more intelligent people,
and you can have a decent conversation,
than In those cliquey towns where things never change,
for what good are they,
for they only drive you insane,
and cause you stress,
so by the coast and upon the beach and upon the sea,
I will forever in peace and quite forever happily remain.

Somewhere in my mind

Somewhere in my mind,
through elysian fields I walk in the summertime,
lighter than air and paying time no mind,
no mind at all to time,
somewhere in my mind,
through elysian fields I walk in the summertime,
and I pass by the cedar trees with their fragance that smell so beautiful to me,
and I walk on in the fields of wheat in such silence that I find there,
for where I walk I do not know,
and to where I go I to do not know,
for I am departed from the Earth that I used to know,
and there in elysian fields,
I am lost yet I do not care,
for in elysian fields under blue skies,
heaven is here and heaven is there,
and in elysian fields,
I walk forwards into the dreams of peace that I seek upon the Earth,
and I think of death not at all,
for in elysian fields in the summertime,
in my dreams,
death is no trouble at all,
and I wish not for death but for eternal peace,
for upon the Earth,
and in my dreams and in my mind,
this the only place that I will find peace,
this is the only place where I can find solitude,
in elysian fields,
in my dreams in the summertime.

Put out the candlelight

Put out the candlelight,
and come and join me by the fire,
for its flames they rise so enchantingly,
and we in its warmth in each others arms,
can talk until the dawn of what is in our hearts and in our minds and of what does inspire,
for what better a place is there,
what better a place is there than by the fire,
for with you,
you delicate thing,
I love you so much,
for in your heart and in your mind you know me like no other,
and I wish to tell you of my day,
and I wish to kiss you so gently and soothe your worries away,
so come and join me by the fire,
and let me run my fingers through your hair,
for my emotions and my senses are heightened by you in so many ways,
that what greater a pleasure could there be,
and how much finer could be the night,
for in our happy home,
under the stars and the moon and by the fire,
so we will sit contentedly in each others company,
and when you so choose if it makes you happy,
please do sing to me,
for with your beautiful voice it lifts me to the heavens,
and by the fire so bright how much better is the night,
wrapped in your arms and filled by your charms,
and so happy in your company,
for in your company it does bring to me such great delight,
for your words are so beautiful,
and they float so elegantly in the air,
as elegantly as the embers from the fire rise before our eyes,
and your voice it does lift me up so and does so gently sooth my mind,
for In it and with you I am content,
under the stars and the heavens,
in our happy home,
and with you,
with you by the fire.

The wherefore and the why

The wherefore and the why,
it confuses you,
and it confuses me,
this confusion,
this confusion in society,
this confusion about how to be,
for there are so many ways to be,
and there are so many ways we are told to be,
and who to be,
and through the forest and the trees we cannot always see,
for everyone has their voice and some shout louder than others,
and some listen more than others,
and some do not listen and that is me,
for I prefer to be alone,
and I prefer to make up my own mind through my own intellect,
for that way,
if I cut out the world,
I can think more clearly you see,
and that is much better,
much better for me.

Break this

You break this and you break that,
now what is the matter with you,
and what is your problem,
for your thinking is of a contemptuous,
obstrepourous little brat,
and I can’t be having none of that,
but I will no doubt see your efforts in the graffiti that you leave after such an act,
yes you the vandal,
the pyromaniac,
yes you,
you with the hat,
you break this and you break that,
now what is the matter with you,
and what is your problem,
for your thinking is of a contemptuous,
obstrepourous little brat,
and unsurprisingly I can see your lack of education,
your lack of education in your graffiti tag.

If this is the beginning

If this is the beginning,
I would hate to see the end my friend,
for it is neither here nor there to me,
and this town,
this town is on its last legs,
and somewhere we were passing through,
but not somewhere I would have chosen to be,
for if I’d known I would have thrown myself into the sea,
for this town is so dirty,
with hookers and pimps and gimps and bars where they serve a poor excuse for beer that tastes as bad as it could be,
so let’s run my friend whilst we still can,
for the locals look like psycho’s,
and I don’t think they like the look of foreigners like you and me,
for they are brandishing guns so let’s run,
because it will be difficult to drink beer with bullet holes through you and me.

I will be there

I will be there in time,
far across the world,
I will be there my valentine,
for I have you on my mind,
and I will get there no matter what it takes for the love for you is strong,
and any storm can not keep me from you no matter how hard it tries,
for across the ocean is where I belong,
and there is no other place that I would rather be for work is no fun,
and I am on my way with your heart in mind,
for you are the greatest love that I have ever known,
and across the world I will travel countless times,
countless times to be with you,
to kiss your lips,
to hold you in the tropical sun my darling valentine.

Cheer up my old friend

Cheer up my old friend,
for the wind is high and how it howls and it sighs,
and soon you will pay your old love no mind,
for across the sea,
across the sea we are to travel in each others company,
and in the salty air,
why don’t you throw away your tears without a care,
for they are but a drop in the ocean,
and despair will soon part,
the more miles that pass,
for she and you were not meant to be,
and upon the sea in time,
in time she will be but a distant memory,
and we will be far away upon this wind,
this wind that takes us through the night and the day,
the wind that guides us along under the sun and the stars in the heavens,
far away from thoughts of she,
your old love,
your old love that used to be,
so cheer up my old friend,
for the sea it calls to us and the sea is waiting for you and me,
and soon we will be far far away,
and happier you will be.

Farewell to arms

If this is a farewell to arms,
have you lost your head and have you lost your mind,
have you got any legs to stand on,
for your peaceful efforts they may be well intentioned,
but this dictator is killing people still all the time,
and he may pay you lip service but really he pays you no mind,
for he wants to look good in the eyes of the world and that for him was easy to decide,
for he has his people under control and he easily leads them blind,
and as he does all he wants is some bloody peace and quiet,
because killing so many people takes so much dedication and effort,
and how can he achieve this if he has no peace and quiet,
no peace and quiet from the international community,
and only grief,
good grief,
how can he kill in peace and quiet if the international community is giving him grief all the time.

Say goodbye

Have you come to say goodbye,
have you come with those fake tears in your eyes,
have you come wanting forgiveness,
have you come with a more open mind,
have you come in time,
have you been waiting long to say sorry,
because I am not expecting it,
but it would be a great surprise,
for in your eyes you seem to have softened,
and you seemed subdued,
but I cannot read your mind,
and I will just have to see,
for I know you and although I hope for the best,
I have been stung by you,
been stung by you what seems a million times,
and I am dubious of you,
for there has been cunning in you,
and when it comes to my heart,
I have reassembled it so many times,
and I have got it down to quite an art,
and though I am skilled at it it is not for what I wish,
for heartbreak can happily stay away, stay away forever and a day
for I no longer wish to visit it,
for my life is better of course that way,
so have you come for forgiveness,
for you are treading on eggshells but come what may,
for I am open minded but cautious,
so have you come,
have you come for forgiveness,
for I am waiting,
anticipating,
but I can only see what you have to say.

Change

Be brave if you want to change,
for if you are never brave you will always stay the same.

In a simple time

In a simple time under the lemon trees,
how fragrant the air it is,
and how the big the smiles,
and how peaceful it is sat here with just you and me,
you and me,
holding hands in the sun,
and sat in the shade we fall into conversation about this beautiful vision of the landscape that we see,
for in a simple time under the lemon trees,
we share a kiss or two,
a bottle of wine and a picnic too,
and as the breeze it blows gently,
I look into your eyes and I look at you,
and as I look at you,
I see the beauty in you,
I see the compassion and the passion,
I see the love in you,
I see you with your delicate skin and your freckles,
and your hair in rubanesque curls,
and how great life is in this quiet part of the world,
for in a simple time under the lemon trees,
what more could I wish for,
what more could I wish for,
than just me and you.

Therein a picture

Therein a picture,
it is me but it isn’t me,
it is a picture of who I used to be,
and it is a world away from who I am now,
for then I didn’t really know myself,
but now I do and I am happy,
for there in this picture when I look it at and when I look back at me,
it is a curiosity to see,
the lack of self confidence,
the uncertainty,
for education has brought me from where I was to where I am now,
and how great is the progression and the advancement in me,
for education is the most important thing,
for through learning and choice,
how much strength and clarity of mind it does give to thee,
and I,
because of my education,
I can view the world and I can understand it,
and I can be more empathetic and more compassionate,
and I can listen and I can learn more rapidly,
for education gives you the keys to the world,
and with education I am a far better me.

Touch down

We touch down in a far away land,
we arrive in America,
and we step off the plane into the sun,
and we are welcomed with smiling faces,
for with our hopes and our dreams in our heads we wish to be someone,
for in California where we arrive in good mood in California’s positive light,
anyone can be who they want and everyone has stars in their eyes,
and as we stand under the Hollywood sign,
and we take our photographs and we wish for our dreams to come true,
we smile and take it all in and think it could be us,
for we have talent,
we have talent me and you,
and we walk the sunset strip,
and Hollywood boulevard,
and we count the stars,
the stars of those who have already made it and who mostly sleep peacefully in their deaths,
those whose lives were a great big success,
and as we in our anonymity,
we look at the pavement and hope our star will be there one day,
one day when we have made our mark,
and we have worked hard in whatever field we choose in entertainment and its arts,
for only then we will have all that we want,
the money,
the cars,
and the luxuries,
but for now,
in Santa Monuca we will sit by the sea,
as the bodybuilders work hard,
and as the people happily rollerskate behind us along the boulevard,
with our thoughts and plans in our heads and with places to stay arranged,
how beautiful it is here,
upon the beach where by this view we are blessed,
for in California in this light we have such dreams of success,
and so we will work hard and socialise and network in the day and the night,
and we will strive for success,
and we will wish upon a star,
and we will cross our fingers,
and hope that our talents are recognised and we are acclaimed as the best of the best.

In this place

In this place,
In the Church,
the hymn it is enough to wake the dead,
it is enough the foundations to shake,
for we are gathered one and all in this community,
in this communal space,
and here we hope our souls to be uplifted to heaven in our conversations with God,
as through the stained glass,
the light pours through in beauteous colours,
illuminating the figures of the people in the bible,
people whose lives are celebrated at all costs,
and upon the pughs after the singing,
we listen to the sermons,
and we feel the empathy and the compassion of the Vicars, and the Priests,
and we say prayers and we call for peace,
but the world continues on it’s way,
and the problems of the world continue mostly unsolved,
no matter the morals of the day that hold sway.

Under the bridge

Under the bridge where you slept,
did you cry tears in the icy cold to forget,
and did you look at the night and see the stars In the sky,
and were they still beautiful in the cold and the wet,
and were you hungry for food,
and were you hungry in the moment for company,
for company was far away,
and your mind and your heart was a wreck.

The wind

The wind it howls and it prowls,
and it whips right through me,
the wind it howls and it prowls,
and it whips through the trees and tears them to pieces,
but why is it so miserable,
I do not know but the answer is as invisible as the wind to me,
and I stand here trying to fight it,
for I only wish to walk down the street,
and the wind it wants to go in the opposite direction and it disagrees with me,
and though I try my best I end up half way home and then give up,
and end up waving my fist at it and cursing rather unciviliy.

On the finest day

On the finest day that there could be,
on the pier by the sea,
on the pier where you waved to me,
and you kissed me goodbye with a tear in your eye,
a tear that fell into the sea,
I wished you luck but again you were never seen,
for in that boat you were lost in a storm,
a storm that sent you to the bottom of the sea,
and that is so long ago
so long ago now in my memory,
for I remember your smile,
and I remember the excitement in your your eyes,
and how beautiful you looked to me,
standing there with the wind blowing through your hair,
and hoping for a better future for you and I so far away,
but the parting it wasn’t so painful,
so painful as I thought as I hoped to join you eventually a few months later,
for I thought it was a temporary thing,
and before you climbed aboard I kissed you goodbye,
and you,
you stood there with your mixed emotions and with your sunglasses on your head above your eyes,
and you smiled a thousand times seemingly in the blink of an eye,
and my heart it was yours anyway,
but it travelled with you with a sigh,
and over the horizon you went and I went about my life,
and was about to count down the weeks of the month until I joined you when only a day after you had sailed and I had kissed you goodbye,
the ship it sank in the storm,
the storm that took your life away,
the storm that stole the light from my eyes,
and since then,
since then I have never been the same since that day,
and no oceans of tears,
and no matter the seconds,
the minutes,
the hours,
the months and the years,
and the days and the nights
nothing will ever wash that memory of your leaving away.

Sit

Somewhere in time. Time in an new space, a new space of mind, somewhere new every time.

Water

The water covers the cobbled streets,
and there is a scattering of mud,
and amongst the mud peoples possessions lay everywhere,
everywhere after the flood,
and further down the street,
into the parts of the city that are still flooded,
there in the water are the branches of trees,
and wood and tin,
and people swept away,
and people who are laying face down in the water,
in the water amongst what they have lost,
and they have lost,
and they have lost,
and they are lost,
for how great is a typhoon,
and how great is the cost,
for in the moment of such a fate,
how much fear there is in the minds and the hearts of those who try their best to flee in haste,
but there is barely any chance of people surviving directly in the typhoons way,
for so great is the power of nature,
and how unforgiving it is when it takes peoples lives away,
and then on the other hand,
how precious is water in protecting life,
and how difficult it is to survive without it every day,
for the water of life is a miracle,
but not in the eyes of the grieving,
those whose tears have fallen at first from heaven,
and those whose tears have then fallen from their eyes,
for in their despair they are overwhelmed in their emotions,
overwhelmed as the loved ones that they have lost and that were killed by the flood,
and who were swept away in the horror of the day,
the day the typhoon came,
the day the typhoon wreaked its savagery in such a brutal way,
for this in its cycle,
yes unfortunately it will come again and again,
for no one is safe in the way of a hurricane,
and though you may pray,
and though you may look to God to save you,
nature does as nature wants,
and life is fragile,
for from nature and the water that pours so quickly from the heavens,
there is in the eye of the storm,
no chance of running away.

You prayed

You prayed for what you wanted,
but it never came,
you prayed and you prayed again and again,
you wished for people’s better health,
and you wished for things to improve,
and you wished for God to show himself but he never came,
you prayed for what you wanted and I admire your faith,
for it is consistent,
but the problems of the world they still remain.

We travel well

We of so much time,
so much time to dwell,
of thoughts upon the mind,
and of this Earth that we do not know,
do not know so well,
travel well,
travel well,
for every malady can be remedied,
and with such calmness and soliloquy,
and joyfulness and with so many new faces to see,
we travel well,
we travel well in such a spell,
for it calms the mind,
and it will take us with renewed strength,
and will flow,
and carry us over land and seas,
enriching us,
and empowering us with every vision and with every experience that we have and with everything that we see,
for travel and it’s long roads and distances are the only contentment that I wish to know,
and the only places that I feel truly free,
for the mind in it’s wanderings,
and with my feet upon the soil with new visions in my eyes,
this is the only place that I wish to be.