Lonesome

I laugh on my own, but I am not alone
No, you are here
You do not disappear

Is this the same
For lovers in grief
The disbelief

Shown by friends and family
Who do not
Cannot understand

You have not gone
Not away
Just to another peaceful place

Where I join you
Everyday
In my own gentle way

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Town Boy

I sit inside the Christian fellowship coffee shop amongst a melodramatic search for reason; day dreams of retreat, into sublime silent solitude, sparrow-crumbs of memories in flight across my mind

Actually I pay my fare and sit astride the Easy Rider metro double-decker bus; visualising moorland heathers of golden crimson that one day we might have walked upon together


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Simultaneously stomping, stamping, smashing down the stairs

Simultaneously stomping, stamping, smashing down the stairs

Entrance, what an entrance, crashing, lashing, loads of noise

Argument, discord, simultaneous stacking, lacking thought

Pulling, sullen, mulling …togetherness ensues, chocolate drops consumed

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Now a little story

Now a little story
Of the girl in the balloon
Who touched life, not a moment too soon

Light cried the captain
We need somebody light

I’m light whispered the little girl

Bright cried the captain
We need somebody bright

I’m bright whispered the little girl

Fight cried the captain
We need somebody who will fight

I’ll fight whispered the little girl

Might cried the captain might turn rough
We’ll need somebody tough

Might be a lady whispered the little girl
But I’m bright and I’m light and if it turns rough then I’ll get tough!

Hop aboard whispered the captain
Overwhelmed by her presence

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Scissors of Love

Underneath the moon
Hold cold hands

Hold hands - tight
Walk barefoot in the sand

Wear tee shirts
Open minds

Walk to the wave’s edge
Talk to tomorrow

Walk, hold bold hands
Warm deep inside

Talk through the moment
On in to the next one

Wear just our imagination
Wishes that we wish

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