Fallen Angels

They woke up
They held out their wings
Stilled their hearts
And gave off a pure glow

They cast their eyes about
They found free fault
Told of the better life
And promised to help

Then they spread their wings
And they became men
They felt a new thrill
And wanted to know

They heard the screams
They felt the chains shatter
Let loose in lightning bolts
And made the rain come down

They found the silence sweet
They drifted through the deeps
Lost their wings, found their legs
And the Angels had fallen.

The Pastry War

Daddy, Daddy
Why is my name so small
When that should not be
Seeing I’m not so tall?

With such a little name
No matter what I do
I will not see the fame
The Incas brought Peru

And with my frame so slight
Whatever could I build
And are my chances bright
That the neighbours would be thrilled?

And though I’m all of four
I’ve never had a girl
And when the men went to war
I was my mother’s furl

I cannot buy a beer
Or drive our old car
For the police would be here
To take me away from Ma

Well, well my little man
In truth your name is small
But being the best you can
Is quite a different ball

As for your little name
Many with a longer one
Heightened their country’s shame
Even in the Andes sun

You sure are rather frail
But show me a neighbour’s son
Who would not, hopefully, pale
On seeing your medals won

I know you’re only four
Girls come at ten-and-eight
As for the pastry war
You conquered many a plate

Some things you cannot do
There soon will come an age
When nothing will stop you
But you must go through each stage.

The Indignity of a Well-Ironed Shirt

Just press out the spider creases, no fancy stuff. I do not want my shirt to be fed fat with carbohydrate, and then braised, before I wear it. I would rather die than let people see me in the hard-crust, self-standing, chopping-board charade. Plus, the custard-smooth facade, the prime-meridian sleeve lines and the collar counting-down-to-lift-off would only make me out to be a dandified fraud.

Oneiroraptor

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh
Wax-padded paws
A wet, soft slither
The click of ivory claws
Rank-reeking rigor
Flaming founts for eyes
A hunch, a pounce, a hole!
The dream, the soul, is stole!
It hounds the hideous heart
It crawls the creepy crypt
It stalks the slumber store
Then, turn to tender thoughts
And warm the cockles of your heart
For at the witching hour
W-h-o-o-s-h, w-h-o-o-s-h-, w-h-o-o-s-h
HUMPH! ONEIRORAPTOR!

We All Want an Easy Life

We all want an easy life
A rich and charming man or wife
To wake up to their purring kiss
A bank account that’s fat and Swiss
A tropical island’s holiday (each year)
An answer every time we pray
Lives of fame and autographs
Gardens of orchids and giraffes
We want to stay young forever
Me, you, Tracy and Trevor

The little things that bring us smiles
Are worth more than gold by miles
The sun that’s shining high and bright
Warm milk before we say good night
The loving hugs we get from friends
A broken heart after it mends
A bird that sends its love in droppings
The magical moment we exchange rings
To say sorry on bended knee
And the fact that love’s for free.

A Little

A little love in every heart
That’s just the starting part

A little dream in happy sleep
Teaches to love in deep

A little kiss when come the flaws
Will keep away divorce

A little smile at piercing eyes
Will melt to water the ice

A little strength in troubled times
Will warm the chilly climes.

Where Two Hearts Meet

There is a place, and a time, and a way
Where two hearts meet, where they play
And there, it all falls in like the rain
No matter your desire, it must feel right
There is a world for only two, the chosen two
They find it once, there’re no mistakes
It comes with fear and great passion
It never goes away, so we decide

I found a heart, in my heart, it was your heart
Some dreams have wings; I played the part
Here, it did not fall, but it poured
For you, how did it feel, I want to know?
And are you scared, what owns your mind?
And sometimes it does feel strange, does feel strong
For not being spooked, I kiss your hand
For being just you, I like you so

There’re no promises, no conscience
Just knowing that you are there, forever!