written 31/08/2002
found Sept 2023
I have found another life to lead
It is not mine
between the sheets and
shattered windows of
Reality
I cannot hold the future
In one hand
and yet
I'm told
None gets who doesn't
fight
you don't have to be right
you just have to know
what you want
and ask and take and make a move
on tomorrow
HERO Found dated 16/1/2011.
HERO
Stolen moments and you've come home
To me , again.
In a younger guise, staring
declaring your knowledge of me
and I lie because I can't face you.
All the harm that has befallen and is still yet to,
It can't be consigned to me to
deliver the cruel blow to you;
I am not your mother.
And you come home
beaming in your youth
and hypnotise me through the
absent years
enrol me in your club
assign me post of distant
such the beauty
such the curse
son rejected, son received
son protected and perceived
Did you wait all this time?
27 years since your expulsion.
In the course of History
There is very little change,
Over what seems normal
And what seems strange
To the stranger with the woman
She's a pot of contradiction
She's fickle , she's feckless
Like a heroine out of fiction
Not to be trusted
But the truth of the attraction is,
She is as hot as mustard
To the woman with the stranger
He's a welcome relief
From the vision of decay
of her original belief
He's tall , he's trim, and handsome
Like the man she's left at home
But she's tired of all the picking
And's gone after another bone.
Sit quietly now and ponder
On what happens next.
These moments so delicately
Poised amid the whispering
Miasma of all things mundane.
And soon the door to bang ,
The phone to ring
The cat to miaow
The kettle to boil,
The bones to ache,
The eyes to droop
The soul to evaporate
frightened, petrified
In the corner of your internetting
intercepting interconnecting plans and
interruptions of the days, months,
Years and into beyond.
Stay silent for a brevity moment
A focus, a purpose, a meaning
A question " What happens next?"
What matters what Papers
What Pens do fly or flow
When the Southerly wind
which blew you back
is trapped
and nowhere to go?
The babes escape through the meanest of cracks
They don't look back to their roots or packs
Hightailing to the coast
The coast matters most
The air, the see, the soil
Mothers angels
Am I happy again?
Have I fell on my feet?
Is the light in the tunnel at the end of my street?
Can I now wear posh clothes and drive in a car?
And have no more fear of whoever you are?
Its time well awaited
Its time to come clean
Its time to join up
With the living machine
Me? I headed out across the country
To the moon, to the stars to the sky
Do don't try to hold me down,
Im on my way to claim my crown
And Fade away
Its no good coming back cold
To frosted windows
And open doors.
Its no good stretching the night out
So you won't sleep alone
Take it up once more,
Hold your hand out and say
Come back warm me and guarantee
That a heart beat
Keeps all the fears away
Come on home slowly , come on.
Its no good coming back cold,
To Draining silence
And empty chairs.
Its no good closing your eyes up tight
In the hope that it'll only be one night more
Take it up once more, Strip the make-up away
Turn round lady and just agree
That your blood runs warm with the thought of going home slowly,
Go on home slowly, go on .
