Honest eyes
I’ve sat in silence
And wept the night to day
Rode the wind
With laughter by my side
Kissed the lips
That reached so tenderly
For mine to touch
And burn with ecstasy
I’ve helped the ones
Who had no care for me
Turned my back on no man
To this day
I’ve heard the treacherous
Lies of fools
But gave them no time
And left as if no words were said
Give me a heart
Filled full of honesty
And eyes that glimmer
In the truth
Sunday, 11 December 2011
Hunted Hunter
Hunted Hunter
Darkness comes and from a place
A gentle footstep treads.
With intermittent gate and staring face
Adorned with silken threads.
Greenest forest blades apart
Spread as frantic search begins.
For fill to power the tiny heart
And guide the smallest wings.
The hunter totally captivating
Senses turned and honed to catch.
Fails to check, the trap is baited
Who the bait and where the match.
As launch is made to snare the feed
A streetlight shadow falls.
And trapper turns to trapped at speed
With the lightning flash of paws.
Darkness comes and from a place
A gentle footstep treads.
With intermittent gate and staring face
Adorned with silken threads.
Greenest forest blades apart
Spread as frantic search begins.
For fill to power the tiny heart
And guide the smallest wings.
The hunter totally captivating
Senses turned and honed to catch.
Fails to check, the trap is baited
Who the bait and where the match.
As launch is made to snare the feed
A streetlight shadow falls.
And trapper turns to trapped at speed
With the lightning flash of paws.
Wet Poppy
Wet Poppy
A wet poppy sodden on a dirty street
Trodden on by a thousand feet
A memory for a day and then forgotten
Cast down and trod on by a thousand men
An old soldier tired in a dark front room
His death on the cards but won’t come to soon
He remembers his pals and their sepia smiles
And he remembers each step of a thousand miles
What do the memories matter to you?
Too busy for silence, was it worth it for you?
While he sleeps he is burgled and wakes in the day
To the sound of a coward scrambling away
If it’s war then you feel he’s no longer a use
But maybe his son will be more good to you
And you’d take him and if by some luck he survived
He’d be trampled just like his poor dad
On a wet street a soldier rattles a box
Still fighting, why should he be out there at all?
Years in the cold and you still ask for more
And he shivers and listens to the streets footsteps fall
A wet poppy sodden on a dirty street
Trodden on by a thousand feet
A memory for a day and then forgotten
Cast down and trod on by a thousand men
An old soldier tired in a dark front room
His death on the cards but won’t come to soon
He remembers his pals and their sepia smiles
And he remembers each step of a thousand miles
What do the memories matter to you?
Too busy for silence, was it worth it for you?
While he sleeps he is burgled and wakes in the day
To the sound of a coward scrambling away
If it’s war then you feel he’s no longer a use
But maybe his son will be more good to you
And you’d take him and if by some luck he survived
He’d be trampled just like his poor dad
On a wet street a soldier rattles a box
Still fighting, why should he be out there at all?
Years in the cold and you still ask for more
And he shivers and listens to the streets footsteps fall
Good
Good
While children wear the barbed wire crown
Their tears and terror stop their play
And summer skies to winter nights
Are filled with silence from the heart
When weak are battered beaten down
And poor exploited for a coin
And greed and hunger sleep at night
Under the same dark star lit sky
With all the pain out in this world
Then peace is the last thing that we need
For the good must fight the tide of all
Who seek to turn out any hope
The actions of a caring heart
Bring together welded strong
The kind the good the mighty force
Who are mankind not doves or hawks
While children wear the barbed wire crown
Their tears and terror stop their play
And summer skies to winter nights
Are filled with silence from the heart
When weak are battered beaten down
And poor exploited for a coin
And greed and hunger sleep at night
Under the same dark star lit sky
With all the pain out in this world
Then peace is the last thing that we need
For the good must fight the tide of all
Who seek to turn out any hope
The actions of a caring heart
Bring together welded strong
The kind the good the mighty force
Who are mankind not doves or hawks
Dawn
Dawn
Fishnets hauled up
Under the amber sun
Dark silhouette
Out on a darkened sea
No friendly lights of home
There you stand-alone
Fear gone in the chemical waves
Pride and hope burned away
Trawling crawling fisherman
Don’t care nor give a damn
Where you are, or where you go
Its just how much he needs to know?
It’s Dawn if anyone cares to ask
While pulling at the nets
Fifteen years and lost at sea
Seems cruel in any time
Her captain beats her tired limbs
Her dealer takes reward
Her punter takes her on the sea
Then casts her overboard
It’s Dawn if anyone wants to ask
And care seems to be a stupid word
To describe a life of a scalded child
Now blistering in to womanhood
Dare you look into her eyes?
Under that amber lamplight hue
Then go about your sad cruel act
With Dawn looking down on you
Never a kiss from a loving man
Never a real embrace
Never loved from cradle to grave
Just Dawn on another day
Fishnets hauled up
Under the amber sun
Dark silhouette
Out on a darkened sea
No friendly lights of home
There you stand-alone
Fear gone in the chemical waves
Pride and hope burned away
Trawling crawling fisherman
Don’t care nor give a damn
Where you are, or where you go
Its just how much he needs to know?
It’s Dawn if anyone cares to ask
While pulling at the nets
Fifteen years and lost at sea
Seems cruel in any time
Her captain beats her tired limbs
Her dealer takes reward
Her punter takes her on the sea
Then casts her overboard
It’s Dawn if anyone wants to ask
And care seems to be a stupid word
To describe a life of a scalded child
Now blistering in to womanhood
Dare you look into her eyes?
Under that amber lamplight hue
Then go about your sad cruel act
With Dawn looking down on you
Never a kiss from a loving man
Never a real embrace
Never loved from cradle to grave
Just Dawn on another day
Graft
Graft
And when the workingman grows tired
No longer duty bound to serve
His life to waste in endless toil
To ensure the boss is full
And the digger cuts another turf
For an infant who should still be here
But for the lack of basic care
By a fool in white and no time to spare
We’ve lost all faith in the upper class
To many times they fail
On the battlefields of France we fell
While they quaffed vintage wine
So raise a pint to the honest heart
Of the soul of this deep English soil
The results of a lifetime at the plough
And the selfless sweat and graft
And when the workingman grows tired
No longer duty bound to serve
His life to waste in endless toil
To ensure the boss is full
And the digger cuts another turf
For an infant who should still be here
But for the lack of basic care
By a fool in white and no time to spare
We’ve lost all faith in the upper class
To many times they fail
On the battlefields of France we fell
While they quaffed vintage wine
So raise a pint to the honest heart
Of the soul of this deep English soil
The results of a lifetime at the plough
And the selfless sweat and graft
Dreams
Dreams
Beat me down
Take my home and all in it
Torture and bring me down
Break my bones
And free the blood from my veins
Make me scream out against the pain
But if I am alive
And when you leave
You will have my soul
And I will have my dreams
Beat me down
Take my home and all in it
Torture and bring me down
Break my bones
And free the blood from my veins
Make me scream out against the pain
But if I am alive
And when you leave
You will have my soul
And I will have my dreams
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