Para

Are you being watched?
Do you know what’s happening behind your back?
Does everything seem hollow?
Do you miss the pills and blow?
Is there a man down the road who knows?

Coming along nicely
Coming a-a-along quite rightly
Coming up and along
Everything is just wrong

Are you checking the list for signs?
Looking over your shoulders for the man
Does the symbol rhyme this time?
Can you manage a pill today?
Will you run and hide away?

Coming along nicely
Coming a-a-along quite rightly
Coming up and along
Everything is just wrong

Are you alone in a crowded place?
Do you issue orders that are fake?
Does it all feel stutter-brain tight?
All through the night
Nothing here feels right

Coming along nicely
Coming a-a-along quite rightly
Coming up and along
Everything is just wrong

A Man

He’s carefully watching his steps

Waiting patiently for the tells

He’s sorry for what happened

It’s not his fault, he doesn’t own time

The future is tripping up his feet

Before he goes ahead to know

Dividing the path more ritual

Love broken down by control

Reminiscent glances he had

The fireplace was woody warm

From pride and protection

He is shamefully torn

Please take a few minutes and listen to this BBC Radio 4 programme:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b006qn7f

It's about bullying; an old friend of mine Luke Welsh is interviewed regarding his teenage experiences with terrible bullying and his subsequent poetry writing.

xx

Thinking of You

Your eyes make me blind
So I find, I can’t sleep through
Telling times are these before you
Revolution in your watery stare
Running deep into the blue
Images of you pounding, needing
The walking feet, they meet
Asking for a simple support
My day has been filled with you
Imagination ruling thought
No reckless wonder delusion
The allure will prevail
In another day, dream,
Another plane, another tale

Lie Down in a Canyon

I’m going to lie down in a canyon
I’m going to feel the great big air
I’m going to lie down in a canyon
I’m going to burn up all my chairs

Spread my arms and legs out
I’m going to signal to the moon
Fill my lungs with gladness
I no longer need a room

I’m going to lie down in a canyon
I’m going to breath all through the night
I’m going to lie down in a canyon
And stop caring what is right

Breasts

Breasts
Arm rests
A test
The best
And the rest
Comfort pillow
Bosses
In charge
Without position
In charge
In the front line
Fodder
Taking a hint
Love front
Mask
Unwanted
In face

Blazing

Running, I’m running

Right up close to you

I’m coming, coming

Along for the ride

Away into the big blue

Rain droplets in our hands

Under a raspberry ripple sky

Passionate dreams float in my mind

Streamers through my heart

I’m swimming animated

A blazing dart

Deny

Taking all I have
Every stretch of it all
I am going to have him
Going back in time
Remembering the way
Sitting at the table
Standing at the side
Holding your hand
Making my mind
I want to go back
I want the ride

Chosen Words

Another reminder of what’s gone
Written proof; black and white
The pain, published absolute
Some release is offered up
In a torrent of well chosen words
Scars may fade away
Leaving a half-life compartment to visit
When it’s one of those days
Dates to remember, or forget
Looking back, so many hours spent
Escaping from lump in throat

Nag, Nag

Grow up, stop that, do this
Pull your finger out man
Get with the program
Do you know who I am?
Too late, always wrong
Why do you have to play that song?
Never listen to me or hear
Always out drinking beer
Living in some fancy dream
What does it all really mean?
Show your strength man
Be a proper husband type
Forever lacking conviction
Master of affectation
Foot in mouth, wrong shirt
Take responsibility
Show what your worth

Beautiful Blue

Like a shooting star I wish upon you
It feels good to stretch out to you
I know you, yes I do, and I do, and I do
I’m falling in love with you
You’re a water fountain, beautiful blue
Switched on to your soul-mate chime
Touching my skin with your eyes, your mind
I am falling in love with you
Riding the wind, running wild
Like a coin toss life under the stars
I pack my jar of midnight oil
I've fallen in love with you

The Way Is

How to runaway and stay
How to stay the same and change
When to know what’s good and right
How to sleep all through the night
The things we say and things we do
When you know it’s through, it’s through
How to hang and try once more
How to choose me, you, the door
The simple choices we have to choose
Where the decision is to fall
How to feel your way to stand
How to stay up when you’re down
When a courtesy is just that
The way is. The way you go

Repartee

Tease away my insipid tales
You ask for hushed acceptance
I’m the covetous beloved
Philanthropic, work of art
Poised for a finger to stroke my heart
All prose, a mask, to lift me up
Cleanse away your unclean thoughts
I am the muse of your retort
Matron. Hostess. Cowgirl,
Waiting for the bid and tell

Ding Dong

Ding dong
I have gone
Ding dong
Your rules are wrong
You can’t impede any further
This time’s for real
This time, you’re going to feel
Don’t hate me, don’t hate me
Is your mouth poised for apology?
Are you sorry my man-boy-son?
So very sorry for what you’ve done
A lifetime of moments gone by
Washing, waiting, shopping, abating
Chance by chance
Year by year
Your repertoire of sorrow and fear
Just isn’t enough to uphold
A fairytale-ending story, anymore
Time to go
Day by day
Memories don’t forget the pain
But confidence overthrows
And I chose me, I chose breathe
I walk single-handedly with myself
Now there’s no need to fight
Don’t wonder about me
As I do not shout