We were the kooks
We lived on Mars?
We were the pretty things
Andy, Bob and the bitch
Saw the changes coming
While our hearts were filled
Things were hunky dory
Before the quicksand
Sunday 27 December 2015
Tuesday 22 December 2015
Yule be sorry
Once upon a time in northern Europe
On the shortest day of the year
There. Where? There on a spit
A hog roasting on an open fire
Or was it cow pie?
Then, someone passed around the ale
And ever since, bit by bit
It's all got out of hand
First the charlatans joined in
Finally it is all hail the consumerist god
On the shortest day of the year
There. Where? There on a spit
A hog roasting on an open fire
Or was it cow pie?
Then, someone passed around the ale
And ever since, bit by bit
It's all got out of hand
First the charlatans joined in
Finally it is all hail the consumerist god
Wednesday 16 December 2015
The power of prayer
Tuesday 8 December 2015
Monday 7 December 2015
The man in the Kilner jar
In his shell no one hears him cry. His pain contained. No one sees his tears. He feels safe yet at the same time lonely and vulnerable. In his own little world he doesn’t need to hide his emotions. In his void he avoids conversation. He is protected from confrontation. Preserved he hides from the outside world in his sterile, safe, secluded environment. Hermetically sealed this hermit cringes. He loves not and is unloved. Cowering cocoon-like he watches passersby. But do they notice him? He hopes not. After all who would spot a man in a jar? Who is he? Who is the man in the Kilner jar?
Saturday 30 May 2015
Thursday 9 April 2015
Wednesday 8 April 2015
Daydream believer
The moonlight was serious
As two silhouetted cats
Batted their eyelids
And eye-lidded bats
As two silhouetted cats
Batted their eyelids
And eye-lidded bats
Tuesday 7 April 2015
Sunday 1 March 2015
We all want our cake and eat it
We all want our cake and eat it.
'We all want it' is our cry.
We all want our cake and eat it.
But to have it would be do die.
'We all want it' is our cry.
We all want our cake and eat it.
But to have it would be do die.
Thursday 26 February 2015
Tuesday 24 February 2015
Saturday 21 February 2015
Duct tape
I truly wonder why
I cry and cry and cry
tears on the inside
tears on the outside
I fear the tears
those tears of fears.
I cry and cry and cry
tears on the inside
tears on the outside
I fear the tears
those tears of fears.
Thursday 19 February 2015
Saturday 14 February 2015
Friday 13 February 2015
Shall I paint you a picture?
Shall I paint you a picture?
What colours shall I use?
The colours are much brighter
When they're colours that you choose.
We followed a rainbow
We were looking for gold
We followed a rainbow
We were far too bold
Shall I paint you a picture?
Shall I paint you a dream?
I'll paint you a mixture
I'll paint and I'll scream!
What colours shall I use?
The colours are much brighter
When they're colours that you choose.
We followed a rainbow
We were looking for gold
We followed a rainbow
We were far too bold
Shall I paint you a picture?
Shall I paint you a dream?
I'll paint you a mixture
I'll paint and I'll scream!
Sunday 25 January 2015
Does it matter?
Have you ever noticed how you never see matter and anti-matter in the same room together?
Now that would be some party!
Now that would be some party!
Sunday 18 January 2015
Monday 12 January 2015
My shell
I retreat into the darkness, cocooned in my protective inert environment. No one can hurt me in here. Away from the world I am my only friend. Womb like it enables me to lick my wounds and stabilise my mind and control the pain.