The Day After Madame La Guillotine Stopped By With some adaption I’m hoping I might have a new lyric for an acoustic song here. THE SCREAM OF THE FOX Fishing for rainbows Under dark clouds No antidote for dreaming In the daylight hours You’ve captured the bird song The sounds of the sea Captured the
Tag: Poetry
Do you ever get fed up with guru type people saying, “When you push yourself to the limits and believe in yourself anything is possible”? Perhaps I’m too polite when they get on my case. What I generally do is think of what I could/should have answered. Something like, “If anything is possible how come
^My pal Adam celebrating his victory^ I put a pic of me just about to lose a game of pool on the blog a couple of posts back (see below for a repeat performance). What I’d forgotten at the time was that I had with me at the point of my defeat, my Go-Pro. That’s
‘Money is the reason we exist Everybody knows it, it’s a fact – kiss, kiss’ Lana Del Rey from her song, ‘National Anthem’ OXYGEN IN A CUP The Amazons on fire again The ice caps melt away Sea levels gone and lost the plot Plastic bottles don’t decay Exhaust fumes and factory waste Industry is
‘Dark Days & New Ideas’ ‘YOU STRIKE THE MATCH – YOU ARE THE FLAME’ Tomorrows’ everlasting Yesterday is dead Today is just a fantasy Of what’s spinning inside my head I can’t second guess the answers To your questions; I just don’t know I major in uncertainty Like sunshine on fresh fallen snow
‘Unfeasibly Giant Hands’ I’ve been working on a couple of big – at least to me they’re big – music projects these last couple of months and now, near the end, I find I’m putting so much into it trying to get it finally finished that I can’t write the words I want anymore. I’ve
‘Defeat Looms’ An adapted story. I say adapted only because I turned it into verse for this post. What’s the worst thing you want to hear about if you’re an artist, photographer, writer, poet, musician, whatever apart from being ignored? I’d often wondered. Now I know. KINDA “I kinda like your kinda great kinda music
‘Hot Day in Berck’ I’ve written a few protest songs before. Generally mine are not angry songs. It’s not how I’m made. However, this one I’m playing around with is singing well enough, but singing angry. Maybe that’s the way it should be sometimes? ONE LESS INNOCENT Guns and souvenirs No wasted bullets, just wasted
‘Weird but Harmless’ ‘The more things change, the more they stay the same’ – A French expression On a sunny Saturday the white bloke wearing khaki shorts, a Disney ‘Lion King’ t-shirt and a battered tin hat carrying a rifle shot a pregnant lioness. Chuffed with himself he had his wife take a photo of
(‘Gulp’ by Zoolon) SUMMER DIED ON A SATURDAY You gave safe passage to your demons When the darkness came to call Waved ‘goodbye cruel world’ and whispered “Why stumble when I can fall? I’ll be the ghost who comes to haunt you The one who’ll own your every waking hour And when you’re trying to
