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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