The writing was never on the wall It’s got to be epic or nothing at all I heard in the distance a silent call ‘There’s no point in climbing if you can’t take a fall’ Tell that to the dream rescuer Tell that to your beating heart Tell that to the big mouth Who says,
Tag: Poetry
‘Drama’ Most everything we see becomes theatre A wild sea the ocean’s one-night-only stage Up above, storm clouds dancing to the gale’s orchestration And on the shoreline it don’t need any seating to engage An audience of strangers who never bought a ticket This show, the dark clouds have put it on for free Eyes
‘Source: Entertainment Mesh’ It’s always a privilege collaborating with Geetha Prod’hom As I once wrote a while back she’s, “The talented lady of more artistic skills and genres than I could ever count.” If you don’t know of her already, do check out the multi-faceted WP blog of GEETHA – there’s a whole gallery of
In the corner of the sky Through the window of my mind Looks to be a silver ray of light To the shiver of a nightmare Not asleep and not awake If you hang around you’ll get the last invite To the library of dreams The home of honest schemes And wild things that only
‘Charleville-Mézières Poster Display’ I guess like any art form sometimes you have to look back to places where creativity came easy – back to when words and melody were best mates – to when a hat full of songs pretty much created themselves. Looking back at photos of personal memories and things that made you
‘I swear it is true, the past isn’t dead, it’s alive, it is happening, in the back of my head’ Agnes Obel ‘And if I’m blinded, will my eyes become the planets?’ Aurora Aksnes ‘Each town looks the same to me, the movies and the factories’ Paul Simon ‘Darkness creeps in like a thief and
‘Last Year’s Silhouettes’ Historians can’t wait until tomorrow When they’re writing of a time that had no flaws The planet and the wildlife feeling better They think it’s because the humans were locked indoors The interest on borrowed time much too heavy You can’t stop the clock and runaway no more In this place, that
There are no hero’s out tonight, the last one took the late night flight Above the clouds, under the moon, and down below the next typhoon Tomorrow’s not another day, tomorrow I start again – OK? I dreamed of some place far away, where time stands still and echoes betray What’s not made of hate
‘Castle on the Cliffs’ Today I’m running with samples of music matched with scenes from my home town. The music is taken from Volumes 1 & 2 of my Guitar Jam Backing Tracks albums, each album running for around 3 hours. You don’t have to be a musician to get something out of these tracks
‘The Sorcerer’s Hiding Place’ Now it’s legal to escape the front door I thought I’d give it a try. I wasn’t sure if it would end up a brain dead experience or a walk in the path of pollen and disease. As it happened I came across the ‘Once Upon a Time’ Chair – see
