Everything and More. 1

Temples. 1

Caught In The Middle. 2

One Day. 3

Is There?. 4

Identify (chain) 5

Barbarism... 5

The Legend Comes. 6

Blood and Tears. 7

The Game. 7

 

Everything and More

Not good news; not good news at all

Stuck in this strife driven land

With no one to hold my hand

This cold leaves a lot to be desired

Especially when you’re all alone

Please, please, please find me

I’m standing here waiting

Christ will you stand by me? Show me the way

My heart is open, ready to love

This time, please make it special

All for someone, anyone

Before it gets too late

Too late for the end.

Laugh for all and more

Love and happiness

An image of a girl by a window

A picture of innocence and virtue

With ambitions to fill and dreams to make

With grasses greener

And where skies are bluer

In hearts and the minds of the old

With love I need

To satisfy my greed

Everything this side of paradise

Needing someone to love

I see a picture of a girl

Standing in time

This time there is more

There’s the will to win and optimism’s high

Let no one stand in my way

Going back to you

To see the job through

Everything and more is all I really want.

 

Temples

Playing piggy in the middle isn’t my game

As I hold your head into the flame.

 

Older now and wiser still

Fit to live; taken the pill

Heart pumping, energy searing

Into the night, the beginning is nearing

Mystery and fire join with magic

Holding onto you

Dancing through the night

With a blue dress on

Standing in the dark

With legs so long

I’m lusting, lusting after you

Never felt this way

About the nightclub scene

I’m the beast on the prowl

And so young and mean

And you say you’ve never been kissed before

That I’m the type of man you’re looking for

And it’s only when the winter comes

That it’s time, that the temples come down.

I know what it’s like in your shoes

Because the rain’s coming down again

So you’re towing me along

You know your really like your men

Well I’ve got to see you

Got to get it through to you

When you’re dancing in the night, with no dress on

Standing in the nude with legs so long

And you say you’ve never been loved before

That this is the way you’re hungry for

And it’s only when your lover comes

That it’s time that the temples come down.

 

Caught In The Middle

Nothing ever really changes

Despite our fighting exchanges.

Emotions, politics and hot air

Is anything ever fair?

Using the mirror for the date

For all the bitterness and hate

Lots of colours for a grey year

One for blood, malice and fear

Lines of blue in our green land

Red the blood lost in the stand

For the rights of freedom

In this yellow blessed kingdom.

            Caught in the middle

            Caught in the middle of this tragedy

            Of this symphony

            This rhapsody

            As I crawl to you for your sympathy.

All the songs for equality

Marches and demos for liberty

Knocking a system you can’t beat

Just ending up with weary feet

Bear again in Kabul; Czech-mate

White alright in racist States

Slashed wrists in the tower blocks

As another bullet fires at the dock

Heard by extremists in northern states

Revenge killing they assassinate

New exploration military backed

Celluloid fiction science fact.

            Caught in the middle

            Caught in the middle

            Caught in the middle of this tragedy

            Of this symphony

            This rhapsody

            As I crawl to you for your sympathy.

And here I am a jilted housewife

With just one function in this mundane life

To be the milkman lover to the frustrated

Hurt, caress but never agitated

A hand in a risky game of cards

Double or even triple standards

Back on form with lipstick deceit

A lucky run without defeat

Under attack from each side

Although each player does not decide

One winner; a loser; the same lover

A pretty object tarnished by another.

            Caught in the middle

Caught in the middle

Of this symphony

            This rhapsody

            As I crawl to you for your sympathy.

Standing friend at the top of the road

Come with me to share the load

The future’s there with hope and more

An end to fighting and peace in war

Plenty of food and water to drink

A safe haven for freedom to think

Between the two sides I stand

In the middle of no-man’s land

Two chances for things to get better

The dawn of a new age in a letter

Ring in a new year with hope’s call

Love and happiness be with you all.

            Caught in the middle

            Caught in the middle

            Caught in the middle of this tragedy

            Of this rhapsody     

            This symphony

            As I crawl to you for your sympathy.

 

One Day

This glory, heaven on earth

Eternal truth and beauty

Let the Saints come and take us

Whisked away on white chargers

Knights and princesses, heroes and villains

Back to Eden in endless nights

Wine and roses convey heartfelt thoughts

As dreams are enacted in still life

A burning passion as bright as the sun

The silver moon alive again

Hide and seek; rewound crosses

French pig-house hearing

Children lying together in false reality

Fact forever – happiness now

Turning inside and out

Weaving through wondrous tunes

This happiness and joy of hearts

And now to the object not a body

Lying, glowing, growing

Sleep on child

A radiance of hope and beauty

Floating above these darkened lands

To the little cottage in the clouds

And talk of the young and futures to come

An individual soul cries in ecstasy

Lying, peacefully breathing, sleeping

A voice spoke three words

Every word was true and straight from the core

Night and day; darkness and light

Forever till eternity for the last drop of blood

Stars shining for doomsday

Held in the sky

A band of gold sealed for life

Take my hand to be my wife

Love till death, one day is nigh

The love we bleed, together one day.

 

Is There?

Images hard to define

Thoughts too muddled to make sense

Age old questions of deep intelligence

Searching and seeking for the answer

Turning slowly to on high

Ancient rites and ceremonies

Hoping for a miracle

Praying for the cure.

The body turns to corpse

Only the memory lingers on

A fresh taste of death

Of the spirit and the mind.

Talk of ghosts and fiends

Strange events and happenings

To reassure, it means them well

Or to assure self-gratification.

Religion helping to ease the suffering

Money is made with funeral elegance

With grief and tears and into the fire

An ease of pressure and pleasure.

Standing by-standers with little knowledge

Only hope to bear witness

To ashes scattered in scented gardens

To the confusion of the hurting.

Why does this happen?

What went wrong?

If only …

So much pain in suffering

So much pain in life

So much pain through death

Is there?

 

Identify (chain)

Nothing can be said

Nothing can be written

Frustrated and negative

Mixed up emotions

Clouded horizons

No substance or dimension

Chasing images lost beyond

Out of reach, stumbling

Through to chaos

And nakedness

Just natural.

Going on as thought’s flow

To meaningless expression

The river flows along swiftly

Moving onwards in momentum

Frenzy from indolence

Things halt in states of mind

As a piece of driftwood falls over the waterfall

Falls through the air

Split second freeze frame

Step by step

Nothing gained in analysis

Just falling

Splash!

 

Barbarism

Disenchantment and disillusionment

Just more words to describe

The feelings and hopes

Of the once great British tribe

Losing touch, the order of the gun

Medical terms to illustrate the nation

As if a patient

Was born from creation

Diseased and cancered; a spreading illness

Dying and failing, a human mess.

Fear of darkness, fear of daylight

Scared to walk the streets at night

Knives sharpened ready to slice

Business responds by increasing the price

Kids go hungry, young boys die

No food is left, the baby cries

Gas and bullets no longer toys

Lots of jobs for the bullyboys.

Little kids turn on to home video tapes

Big sister is gang-bang raped

Parliament turns another blind eye

“Now which Rolls-Royce do I buy?”

Blood flowing down in the streets

Rocking to the tune of a disco beat

This is our civilisation

Is this civilisation?

A land of primitives

All take, no give

Violence inbred as the ritual of fire

Burning together in an island funeral pyre

Floating in the ocean, but not for long

Revolution is brewing; soon it’ll be gone.

 

The Legend Comes

Dark star lit night

From the shadows moving to the heartbeat

Radiating glow leading on

Through the streets

Across the fields

Always moving swiftly on

The legend comes tonight.

A driver and passenger wait

Set off, cutting black with white

Water falls and splinters down

Motion through to the edge of town

Red and white lines forever

Speeding away to never, never

Singularly determines

Through to safer confines

Onwards and outwards

The legend comes tonight.

Into orange and yellow

Transformations and reflections

Images break as speed persists

Sound of music with noise

A murmured conversation with slurred words

Crazy, crazy times

Still, the girls smile and wave

With their precious gifts and golden lights

Dream on girls, this is serious

Because out on the edge

The legend is coming soon.

In the room, safe in bed

Keeping warm with records on

Away from the street and wet

Where only the fools and heroes stay

People come, people go

But only the legends come tonight.

 

In the dark someone moves

Coming quickly to your home.

 

Blood and Tears

Bacchanal; god we salute!

The innocents we are – live!

Let the legends flow with hate

Murder on the mind

Let’s follow sweet pain

Destroy you. We destroy!

Ha! Laughter choking in your despair

Words spoken rammed down your throat

Agggh! Bacchanal we drink to you.

Praise be the one that lives tonight

Fill me. Fill me with the gold

Tear open into the wounds

Christ, this devil

This torment, torture

The innocents are strong to survive

A means to an end; to destruction

No more pain, die!

The bitterness you have caused

Let it go now

With my disgust

Bury it

Deep

Nothing can stop us now

Face me now

Ride on, ride!

The Game

The circus is coming to town

Smiling faces and painted clowns

Laughing, dancing and singing

Drinking, swearing and fighting

These are young men having fun

No one gets hurt when all’s said and done.

 

So here we are in the sun again

Where only the bullies threaten

Celebrations curtailed with three against

Now the atmosphere’s ugly and tense

The heavens open and the rains come down

Iron and glass fall to the ground

Make excuses and flee away

Ready to see another day.

 

Enter stage two on the final day

Another chance for jubilation for play

The end of term embers glow

Burst into flames, another death blow

“But I couldn’t believe it, it couldn’t be.

Oh how shocking! Was it one, two or three?”

More addition makes for headlines

And the realisation all is not fine

In memoriam songs sung in tragedy

In commemoration records made in sympathy

Make excuses and flee away

Ready to see another day.

 

Finally gathered around in anticipation

Like last year, or last week with patriotism

Then entering into the living room

A heavy fog of descending gloom

More sad news that maybe four

But god knows it was really more

An intrusion into Average’s privacy

In Day-Glo colour upsetting complacency

Blood and guts, a real life video nasty

The same scenes over and over repeatedly

Silence fell in grey despair

Lost values in which we care

Sickened, angry, empty and sad

Could it really be that bad?

But too late as I cried

The truth was that people had died

Something so big in my life in ruins

Minutes of silence instead of the tunes

What has happened?

What’s gone wrong?

Things will never be the same

This is an obituary to a once great game.

 

 

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