The strawberry sunshine in her eyes
The citrus clouds of sweet and sour The scent of the flowers Chocolate conversations for hours How to make sense of this life? The tinge of tangy love The spray of the nectar The cinnamon explosion of sex Made to measure in a vanilla vortex How to make sense of this life? The exciting gloop of custard dreams The crumble of the gooey morning The smiling face of sticky angel lips Swinging from the tropical hips How to make sense of this life? The decadent touch of velvety hands The delicate nibble of marzipan ear lobes The dripping defiance of a dozen nights Spent holding onto candied sights How to make sense of this life?
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He developed a habit
One that was unable to be kicked The candle, the spoon, the foil Bringing the narcotics to the boil That blissful euphoria As the junk raced through the veins Followed by the dismal low Life trickled on, cold and slow Blue Monday came and went The oblivion looking erotic Sinking into a catatonic state Each instalment up for debate He sent the haze into his heart The opaque dread into his soul An end to the suffering, the pain Needles and pins leave nothing to explain. The slow burn into a heavy night
Fears realised by turning off the light I left you there, peaceful and quiet It looks blissful, I might have to try it You taught me to feel But it wasn’t real The dark times under the sheets Huddled for warmth, on repeat I held you and kept you safe and secure Something left you wanting more You taught me what to believe in And then you ended up leaving The good times felt so great Being in love with your best mate Happy and glorious, in our dream In your head, nothing but a scream You taught me to smile But then ran a mile. If I meant nothing to you
Then why did you stay ‘Cause we both know that At the end of the day It gets dark and the moon comes up The sun goes to bed and the stars light up If I meant nothing to you Then why not leave Instead, here I am With my heart on my sleeve Babe, it’s a crying shame Babe, it’s a crying shame. There’s a hole in my heart Where my feelings leak out And nothing to plug it So, I’m bleeding out There was something left over That much is true I guess I had it coming And you did too Babe, it’s a crying shame Babe, it’s a crying shame. Now it’s all over Like the curtain closed I was blind to the facts And I never supposed That babe, it’s a crying shame Babe, it’s a crying shame. There’s a hole in my heart Where my feelings leak out And nothing to plug it So, I’m bleeding out There was something left over That much is true I guess I had it coming And you did too Babe, it’s a crying shame Babe, it’s a crying shame. If I meant nothing to you Then don’t look at me I’m sitting in the rain Soaking in apathy Babe, it’s a crying shame On fascination street On desolation row The aim of the game Is never to show That, babe, it’s a crying shame Babe, it’s a crying shame. There’s a hole in my heart Where my feelings leak out And nothing to plug it So, I’m bleeding out There was something left over That much is true I guess I had it coming And you did too Babe, it’s a crying shame Babe, it’s a crying shame. We’re only strangers
Why did I think there was a chance? If love at first sight does exist Then this was just a brief glance. Being friends is not an option We need to go hard and go all-out Being friends is not an option Getting warm and staying in Wrapped in beauty and gloriously happy So, let the love begin. The frustration that derives When nothing changes I’m still the same unwanted soul Tortured because we’re only strangers. It’s time to go No reason or ties here to stay Just a life full of blacked-out strangers Their features pixelate and turn to grey. Being friends is not an option We need to go hard and go all-out Being friends is not an option Getting warm and staying in Wrapped in beauty and gloriously happy So, let the love begin. There is a crisis in my mind
Entirely self-inflicted, too. Do I bide my time and leave? Do I stay and waste away? There are no guarantees Grass is not always greener Sky is seldom more blue If I don’t do it, I’ll regret it Regret taking the plunge Jumping the gap. Apart from fear, what else is holding me back? I have nothing to lose There is nothing left here for me That means me staying There is a crisis in my mind While there is time to think and save There is time to be decisive and brave. See the trees
In the snow Silver, sparkling Cracking in the freeze A solid pond Twigs break a hole For life to breathe; Nature’s magic wand. The road so cold Footprints speckle Three and four pads Of the brave, the bold. A sky of grey Oversees the land Flakes fall softly Onto the wintry day; The woods creak The bare branches hide The weak sun Allowed not a peek- -on the frozen journey. It’s the medicine of choice
Room mellow, spinning voice The cloud of relaxation The process of evaporation Forget the corporation Inhale to sedation It’s the medicine of choice The leaf to make brains like toys A puff of perfection Air-con to avoid detection We are the resurrection A reefer-endum to an election It’s the medicine we need Pick out the stems and seeds Rings of creamy smoke twirl As the steam twists and curls Magical mellow with your girl A hazy maze to the pearl It’s the medicine we need To fight poverty and greed Rolling papers, the currency So, just wait and see This is the philosophy For everyone, for you and for me. It is shaded in sparkling blue
My favourite memory of you Faded now, stuck in time Of a time that felt so sublime The sun was shining on the day Not a cloud of white, silver or grey Smiles all-round and laughter too My favourite memory of you The way the eyes met The way the sun began to set Just us, together, against the sky My favourite memory, passing us by I will take to my dying hour Until the petals wilt from the flower That happy time, full of promise Returning to me in tranquil solace The longer times goes on, it doesn’t stop Hearts break and spirits drop Whether it was something borrowed or new It was always my favourite memory of you. I Don't Wanna Know (How The World Behaves)Sitting in the shade
Listening to the lapping waves I don’t wanna know how the world behaves Soaking up the sun Watching the light bounce on the sea I don’t wanna know anything except you and me Singing through the storm The rain making puddles of chrome I don’t wanna know if they plot the way home Sleeping by the stars A canvas of love and hope in panoramic vision I don’t wanna know about the right or wrong decision. |