Today,
I saw ...
Nobody!
The only allowed ...
Sounds
Were ...
The humming fridge,
The buzzing fan,
The dripping tap,
The swishing scrubbing brush,
The droning night mozzy.
The only permitted ...
Space ...
The void of your absence
Today,
I was ...
Nobody!
Monday, February 23, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Heartbeat for ?????
?????, be mine, be mine!
If you feel the sparks fly too
And you sleep on thorny nights
Be mine, please be mine!
Wars and history have their place
And I showed an ugly face
When I had your first love, first grace
Turn time around and be mine!
Give me the crystals in your eyes
Let me own your heart once more
In the attic of your soul
Remember our stars in the sky
Be completely mine!
?????, ?????, my ?????
Your heart and soul are warm for me
And your secret smile says so
And how lovely you keep for me
Denies the murmurs in your mind
You feel it, say you’re mine!
I could say I love you
And waste a perfect thing with words
You own me, take me, take me!
My first, last and always
My pain, my smile, my warmth
????? … ????? … ?????
Be mine, mine, forever!
If you feel the sparks fly too
And you sleep on thorny nights
Be mine, please be mine!
Wars and history have their place
And I showed an ugly face
When I had your first love, first grace
Turn time around and be mine!
Give me the crystals in your eyes
Let me own your heart once more
In the attic of your soul
Remember our stars in the sky
Be completely mine!
?????, ?????, my ?????
Your heart and soul are warm for me
And your secret smile says so
And how lovely you keep for me
Denies the murmurs in your mind
You feel it, say you’re mine!
I could say I love you
And waste a perfect thing with words
You own me, take me, take me!
My first, last and always
My pain, my smile, my warmth
????? … ????? … ?????
Be mine, mine, forever!
Saturday, February 21, 2009
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.
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.
Friday, February 20, 2009
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.
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.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
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.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
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!
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!
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
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 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.
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