Lost to the sea

A town on the tip of the world
Where people come to surf, to have fun
To get married
A girl from a line of beauty queens
Class president, prom queen
But somehow doesn’t fit the mould
She’d rather sneak off to play football
Or box
Yet charms everyone she meets
I knew that morning
In the pit of my stomach, she’s gone
As soon as I see crowds gather along the beach and watch the stormy sea
Whilst we drank and dined
While I left my car at the reception and took a taxi
Never thinking of trouble
The girl I met so briefly
But made such a print on my heart
Was gone
For some reason I thought she’d thrown herself to her death
But no, she was taken
Forever to dwell in books and steal the the show in a film
And never be forgotten
The least by me

What I have lost

Deep the places of the earth
To which I take my shame
For who could replace you?
An ocean for our tears
Or a maze of tunnels and stairs
To get back
What I have lost

Magaluf

Every night, a different dream
Threads that bind up and make our waking world
The tall man seeks; the tall man will find you
No matter what dark room you shut yourself in
Father time comes a calling to lay you open
With forgotten emotion
Sharp as steel cooled in mother’s tears
A man cries on the steps of his old university
A girl stops by, concerned –
We’re all living out of time, he says
When old friends meet and reminisce
Book tickets to Magaluf
Two weeks of yesteryear and perhaps forget
We are no longer young

No insight

There is no insight so brilliant
No wisdom so profound
That you are not guaranteed, at some point
To forget it

Good to be Alive

Smoke from the chimney
Fish n Chips heavy on the clear evening air
There’s something pure and profound here
Hard to pin down
It’s just good to be alive

Towers

The sea, always so close
Join us, it whispers
Find your end, and your beginning
But still I race my race
Me against whomever
And check the foundations
Of these towers we build
Tall but fragile along the waterside

The space between heartbeats

Originally posted on The Mirror of Truth:

The wind made the green grass dance and wave,
As the sun caught the traces of evening dew,
And the falling yellow leaves.
There and then I fell in love with the world,
In the space between heartbeats,
Before one thought could follow another
And tell me what I wanted was not what was there

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Socks on

Socks on, grab my keys
Out into the morning air
Mist and cold
Fresh like fire
Jumping rope
Tap, tap thud
The punch bag jumps
Grunt and swing the kettle bell
All my life down to this
A moment’s calm amidst the storm

Drinking Milk

You lay there babe
Drinking milk
Fluffy hair and lidded eyes
Your tiny fingers stroke my arm
And all the world seems right

Move the World

Crying, tears, no stopping this tidal wave
Of who knows what emotion?
Tiredness, hunger, pain
Or crying for crying sake
Does it matter?
All I can do is hold you
And tell you I’ll move the world for you

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