Did you let the mask slip
And did your eyes see
Was it too much
Or was it just me
Could you let your mask slip
And be what I need
Is too much to ask
Of a man
Or will you
Reveal to me
I don’t need your great plan
Your exercise in being an also can
What path leads to my door
Just love, nothing more
What words could you ever sing
Better than the angels’ horizons bring
I don’t need another way
I just need you to say
What does your heart see
Or is it just me
You write it out in prose
Black ink on faded rose
You carved it onto a tree
A promise for all to see
But it’s not words or symbols
It’s just love, nothing more
What words could you ever sing
Better than the angels’ horizons bring
I don’t need another way
I just need you to say
What does your heart see
22/06/2009
16/06/2009
Raptor
Do you think they know how free they are?
Not weighed down by trinkets and tax
There's just life and death
And inbetween there's flying
Not weighed down by trinkets and tax
There's just life and death
And inbetween there's flying
05/06/2009
The Rules of Fools ( from 2004)
Soft tide gliding in
Your hand upon my skin
It's as if your heart walked away
You broke the rules
Well, what rules were they?
And hour by hour we are holding here
On a shoreline rain's made unclear
As though the world is washing by
Your eyes too deep a place to hide
So why do you think you broke the rules?
I think they serve to make us fools
Soft tide gliding in
A letter, note or line to begin
I'd organise a whole page or two
And when it comes down to the rules
I'll leave those for other fools
Your hand upon my skin
It's as if your heart walked away
You broke the rules
Well, what rules were they?
And hour by hour we are holding here
On a shoreline rain's made unclear
As though the world is washing by
Your eyes too deep a place to hide
So why do you think you broke the rules?
I think they serve to make us fools
Soft tide gliding in
A letter, note or line to begin
I'd organise a whole page or two
And when it comes down to the rules
I'll leave those for other fools
Older poems revisited...
Feeling hugely uncreative at the moment but very reflective and so thought I'd visit some older pieces. It's always somehow horrific to read stuff I've written, trying to imagine what/where/how I have managed to find those words or (eeek!) that rhyme. I think I can only justify stuff on the concept that a poem is like a layer of skin...uhoh, I'm going to start talking about onions which will make Shrek fans laugh. Recurring themes sometimes pop up in older poems. One or two lines that I am happy with do too. So I'll start with some work from 2004.
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