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The light of you

amber lights keep shining on your face

enticing me to steal a warm embrace

my love i hope is ot too slow

to catch my ellusive star with amber glow

 

the walks and talks the day and night we spent

expressing feelings that we meant

i mighthave been a fool ,but then again

the stars come out the moon way wax and wain

 

wander ing through the night without a care

because we knew each other would be there

your sweet voice would call my name

now or never wil i be the same

 

now i feel the powr of your grace

your projected light wil never leave my face

LEAVING

Dont want to leave you honey

to make my journey home

far off into the city

but that's the place i'm going

 

dont know if i can stand it

yes i must pull through

feeling that i'm stranded

not knowing what to do

 

i'll call you on the phone

but then its not the same

ha having you to hold close

just to ease the pain

 

mother natures art

How can i write of flowing waves

when all around i see the graves

and on the ground a fallen tree

symbol of falling povetry(morallity)is better rmaybe

january comes the crocus sprout

all mans troubles are seeping out

hail,rain,and snow the skies will give

a man must fight if he's to live

 

and then the sun.that shines so gold

i will venture out if i'm so bold

spring now comes with such a start

portraying mother natures art

 

ego

laugh now or you never will

never working for tomorrow

you may be never still

but still you laugh

but still you wonder

ego sometimes high and sometimes under

if you walk or if you run

nothing changes never will

chores must still be done

 

The cliffs

all the long years of gazing

across loves cliffs high edge

just to see someone

al thier love to pledge

from the very beggining

to just past my teenage

people just walked by

and i grow bitter,cold, and enraged

and when love is found

at some far off date

i'become a new person

because love never comes too late

 

 

suicide suicide

the long lost lover stands rigid

studying the receding tide

the waves they swirl so violently

like his emotions deep inside

standing thinking silently

how to retrieve his pride

then with anger how he screams

but the seagulls do not mind

suicide suicide

wont retieve your pride

if you are not here

who will they chide

i know she's been unfaithfull

and it hurts you deep inside

soaking in brine from head to toes

your lungs seem fit to burst

the depths claims another victim

insurrance fills her purse

 

the pursuant of reform

old oak beams and coffee houses

tables on the lawn

and those innocent country wenches

looking so forlorn

then again they are not so lost

for some of them have found

the meaning of life

they walk on hollowed ground

reform in men

reform in beasts

reform in all corrupted priests

tell you to love and live in peace

then all those wars are soon to cease

injustice they hate

you should just adore

the little long lost girl

the pursuant of reform

 

incarceration

life behind these bars so grey and cold

outside aromas drift in of pleasures old

fresh mown grass and apple bloom

so near.but far from my little room

oh what a crime

i'm doing time

shut away from the publics sight

an endless stream of days and nights

everyone talks about watergate

the media has a mass debate

i say the president got off light

not having to sleep in prison at night

out to the courtyard we go at night

if we are lucky it is moonlight

then in the workshops we must go

all the mailbags we must sew

to my bed i go at night

overcome with fatique but mostly fright

in the morning the alarm bell clangs

from the ceiling my body hangs

 

now she's leaving

now she's leaving home

does'nt know where she's going

some whee to sort out her life

relieve hr mind

release strain or strife

for no one's been to kind

there is no need to go

for the things youy believe

are inside your head

slow down the pace

ignore the rat race

and things that are said

twisted child oh no

mixed up ,thats nothing new

there are people like you

all over the world

someone you never met

is a mixed up girl

home

one day she sees the light

no more quarrels and no more fights

he comes in kicks off his shoes

ready to give her her just dues

upstairs she runs and packs a case

runs out the door,with tear soaked face

outside the house the wind it roars

snug inside her husband snores

home do you call it that

santuary,well cetainly not

santuary,sanity,safety

or the only place you,ve got

walk the street for an hour or more

return and knock upon the door

beg be humble sit or crawl

what you have is nothing at all

 

tortured past

at night she lies dreaming

of places far and wide

she plans to find a place

for her sorrow to hide

mingle with some friends

tell a few short lies

of people that you have met

and restaurants you have tried

torture yourself live out the past

keep his photograph

wear his ring

torture yourself make the pain last

your social circle is not smalll

friends are not obscure

but no one here or anywhere

a broken heart can cure

taunted by past memories

that no one else can feel

she takes a dose of vallium

then the room starts to reel

torture yourself dream as you please

the past is gone

except with you

do drugs put you at ease?

peace comes so slowly

as your tensions unwind

peace for a few hours

if only in your mind

 

out on the street

out on my own

just been down to the street

everybody was crying

thier inner spirits dead

but physical bodies keep on trying

out on the street

cars scream by

releasing poisonous vapour

i wish i could sort out the world

i can yes i can

but only on paper

 

nuclear week nuclear week

god bless nuclear power

nuclear week nuclear days

today comes the nuclear hour

out on the horizon

a cloud in the sky

the whole building starts shaking

now i remember it's nuclear week

history i see in the making

out on my own

there's no one left

no one at all crying

my vision seems to fade away

like the whole world

i am dying

 

media love

 

An advert in the personal column

Susan wants to meet someone

i just can't understand

there are so many people around

i wonder why shes alone

is it the way societies going

 

a new disease sweeps the nation

people lose the art of conversation

television ratings are placed above

the health of people with tv love

 

well its tv love tv love

nothing will ever rise above

tv love tv love

i want to be in

tv love

 

johns got minute or more

before crossroads opens up its doors

later horror films dominate the screen

with all these scarey scenes

oh the monsters,the monsters turn him on

much more than anyone

 

conversations not recognised anymore

just come in and shut the door

my eyses glare,my ears are dead#

if you are not watching go to bed

kojaks on the screen once more

dont think too much its a bore

 

its tv love its tv love

nothing will ever rise above

tv love tv love

i want to be in tv love

the message

all the seats were taken

three people in each row

their minds and bodies shaken

just one place they want to go

 

the man sitting by the window

started with a curse

a young girl in the corner

draws back clutching her purse

 

for a mad man was among them

with eyes that stared so cold

and a voice that spoke so softly

of tales that must be told

 

these lines ont be repeated

i'm due to leave here at nine

so will you pleae listen

to the following lines

 

confessions of his normal life

exploits of a footloose wife

children that never seem to say

"i love you daddy" in any way

 

he said

am i so cold am i so dull

wil it help me if my wallets full

maybe be a better feller

if i had the looks of peter sellers

or maybe i would come alive

if i didnt have a wife

 

university pub

a university pub in university town

with middle class f~ckers bumming around

drinking real ale,drinking it fast

have fun now cause it wont last

oh so sure of what you mean

all the truths you have seen

moaning about goverment grants

stick your elocution up your c~nts

 

mix with us when you are young

pass exams and cast us out

degrees dont make you infallible

we know what lifes about

university ,university student

does that make you good

i sat it does'nt it does'nt

but it should

 

eat natural food and whole wheat bread

look down on us with evolving dread

then some some rules of etiquette

the biggest cliche i have met

societies faults you want to cure

but philanthropist tendencies make you impure

your uniform of patched up jeans

the biggest cliche i have ever seen

 

the songster

sole survivor you still contrive

to keep the music clean

never writing lyrics about

the pr man books a page in"sounds"

most perfect place you've been

 

your songs sell everytime

people know each and every line

turning ideals into truths

and the critics call you uncouth

 

to other people you can't relate

for you all have the very same fate

they all grow to big and loud

and even become out of bounds

 

sole survivor ,only just maybe

radios dont play your songs

but you are established

you will get along

fight al the rights,that come to your attention

and every minority group

that comes to your attention

 

you soldiers

you soldiers so brave

you soldiers so good

what does it do

does it give you manhood

 

such a young boy

to become a GI

to go and fight for his country

well have a damned good try

the coat he wears is spotlesss

his shoes see how they shine

a young boy in the army

but not yet in his prime

 

you soldiers so loyal

you soldiers so brave

would your commanding officer

follow you to the grave

 

war has come around

so don your battle gear

you may lose a freind

but never lose your fear

the enemy approaches

gaining all the time

you stand alone and fight

cos no one wants to die

 

the marching and drilling

was compulsory they said

would you rather be here now

or back home in bed

shells all around explode

the shrapnel hits your chest

now your dying for the country

just like the bloody rest

 

 

 

     pensioner

endless days for thinking

eternal revolving treadmill

for us no fame or fortune

just some more time to kill

 

san diego,dieppe and saratoga

and taiwan which formerly was formosa

breed a feeling of dissent

in the lone lost aging resident

 

trends go on changing

the young grow and thrive

while i sit here planning

how to live out my life

 

sixty five years old

time for a rest

a decade or more to play with

but workings took the best

 

                            the angel

you seem to think,that you're alone

because theres noone there

well now think again

plenty of us still care

 

we wonder if you are having fun

or maybe feeling blue

little angels watch closely

at every thing you do

 

the maze of life is twisted

and sure to vary in size

every corner that you turn

wil bring a new surprise

 

new town

the new town was so proud

 

so purposefully built

the coloured murals will never conceal

the planners guilt

soon plaster would be peeling

lifts would all be wrecked

folks would have to fight

to save thier precious knecks

 

new town new town

you are so bold

new town new town

you're so cold

 

the fields around so barren

the soil no more than sand

but that's besidethe point

the new towns so grand

all mod cons laid on

each room has a colour set

bill and jean were neighbours

but they had hardly ever met

 

new town larger than life

longer lasting than time

really quite expensive

but not worth a dime

 

freedom you get

its the freedom you need

just cut your wrists

and let yourself bleed

 

the train

 

the seat you take opposite me

was it your choice

or was no other free

i watch the fields

you watch the floor

our eyes never meet

and whats more

i should have spoke

i should have tried

what could you say

what could you do

what could i lose

and the gains could have been high

someone moves,you take thier place

you're at my side , so very near

right close within my grasp

one little word away

what have i to fear

here comes my station

now i must alight

the rain pours down my back

i see you at the train door

then you are gone,gone

as the tran rolls down the track