Goodbye

Goodbye
To something I never wanted to say goodbye to
Farewell
To the one thing that makes my life real

I cannot continue, in this phase that is passing
I will not believe it is not temporary
It must be my age – or the company I keep
Who knows? But I do not wish to leave it
Yet I have to.

I dare not carry on, in this time that is going
I cannot understand that it is not a lie
It must be just me – or the thoughts that I hold
I don’t know – But I do want to dismiss it
Yet I cannot.

I will not linger for, this life that is leaving
I never will know that it was not true
It must have drugged me – or the secrets I live
No-one knows – But I try not to dwell on it
Yet it’s difficult.

Goodbye
To the one thing I never wanted to leave behind
Farewell
To you, who makes everything peaceful

Goodbye

Grandad

Tell me, dear Grandad
Why do you suppose
Those wiggly dark hairs
Grow out of your nose?

Tell me, dear Grandad
I don’t mean to be pushy
But what is the reason
Your eyebrows are bushy?

Tell me, dear Grandad
Cause it’s kind of weird
Do you have little creatures
Growing in your beard?

Tell me, dear Grandad
What is that sound
Are your bones creaking
As you move around?

Tell me, dear Grandad
Did you have a fright
So does that explain
Why your hair is all white?

I tell you, dear Grandad
You are an old man
But I’ll love you always
Like no-one else can.

Haikus

Winter Approaches

Distant, wind-stripped tree
Bows a respectful goodbye
To the drowning sun

Awakening

Mischievous raindrop
Makes the virgin daisy blush
Tickles her petals

Another Dimension

Fluorescent lampshade
As a deep-sea jellyfish
Has turned on the lights

Halloween

It’s Halloween… let’s have some fun!

Beware of vampire kisses
Watch your step
I’ve heard they are
A pain in the neck!
And angry witches don’t
Ride their brooms
They might fly off the handle
Way too soon!
Mummies think holidays
For them are not kind
In case they relax
And start to unwind!
The birds are singing
Twick or tweet
While ghosts reside
In a dead end street!
Bobbing for apples
Carve a pumpkin face
Let’s party tonight
In this spooky old place!

Harry

Harry’s in the house again
Why won’t he stay out?
Humping thumping clouds of
Yesterday’s dust.
Piled up books around his body
Hiding from the woman
With the vacuum cleaner.
Pink never was her colour.
Where’s Harry now?
Washing up dishes
In the kitchen sink?
Hope he’s using fairy liquid
And not that Happy Shopper crap.
Did you tell him
To wear the apron
To avoid wetting his fur?
No, no, I guess I must
Do everything myself.
Harry, go back to your bed
Like a good boy.
Hell, why am I complaining?
Look he’s –
A chimp choosing household chores
On a Tuesday afternoon.

Heat

Spiced heat
weaves a thread of passion
through the lethargic air,
thick like crushed velvet.
A scent of promise
and hidden treasure
leaks from pores
of clammy skin.
I can smell cooking oil
frying impossible dreams,
chlorine and dust
rising from sun-baked steps.

Intense, this heat;
enough to clot a mind,
to curdle the blood
of a spellbound stranger.

Husky tones,
caked in illusion,
invoke spiritual thoughts:
music of the soul
that clusters around hearts
exposed to chorused scripture,
harmony in both senses.
Melodies condensed
with deep atmosphere,
set free by night’s sweet descent.

I watch with wonder
the exotic dance before me,
feel a twang of recognition,
we jelled together and set.
Not knowing, then,
what years would teach us:
peppered dilution.

Home

I don’t know where my home is.
I slot in here and there; juggle
with my knotted thoughts,
try to coax my heart with photographs.
Nothing works,
this town is the only enemy
I have, except for me.
Surely fate will lead me there?
Where calmness breathes life
into my ear, where sweet breezes
stir my earthly spirit and
daisies sleep in my hair?

Fat chance,
in my alarm clock reality.
Oh well,
another day, another drama
waiting to try and trip me up,
or am I just paranoid?
It seems the knots get tighter
the more I start to wonder.

I’ve travelled for miles,
searching for my final shelter.
If home is where the heart is…
I don’t know where my home is.

Honey

The only way I can think to describe it
I heard your voice and I couldn’t deny it
Christ, I’ve waited so long to hear that sound
When it reached me tonight I lost my ground

I think I’m over you
I feel that without any contact
I’m through with this
It was just a magical mist
I think I’m over you
Then I hear your voice again
Like honey in my soul
Creeping through my veins

You recognised me at once, in that moment
You were still there, and we both know you showed it
I dream I can tell you secrets within
I am not free to speak but I wish for sin

I think I’m over you
I don’t feel without any contact
I’m through with this
It is only a fairytale twist
I think I’m over you
Then I feel your soul again
Like sugar in my blood
Dancing in my veins

You are my drug… completely
You fill my life… so sweetly

Hope

I am in hope that this Eastern adventure
Will help me to see life in clearer perspective
And make me wake up to the cold light of British day
In order to leave, to get away

In one way or another.

Happy Town

Who knows, I know: what a happy town should be
I walk along the pavement, and everyone smiles at me
When I encounter public transport: I am met with joy
Problems put aside for another person to enjoy
I know my happy town
Do you?

Where is it, you wonder: this loving atmosphere
I float along the river wide, and they all shout to me
Whenever I take the jump for me: everyone applauds
They know that I am courageous, a dignity of sorts
I know my happy town
Do you?

How is it, I decide: the mirror that I hold
I sing along the motorway, and people understand
They may not always show it but I feel their empathy
I look at someone and they acknowledge, it’s in their eyes
I know my happy town
Don’t I
one thing I never wanted to