Angel

Cruel cruel world
Why are you here
Trying to fill me up with fear
What on earth could I have done
That my mind has come undone
What in the world is this all for
And can my God show me the door
Oh why am I not  feeling lucid
And all my things have gone not spruced
Where is my bowl
Where is my food
Why must I live
With complete fools
From whence the dream the mare
it came
Ruining my one and only name
Which is mine after all
Not yours
That you trial with your stupid words
Why didst thou take me down from lofts
And make me feel so very lost
Why can't they help
Why can't they see
Why are they blind to the good in me
Free me from my enemies
So that I can live in peace
I've tried to be high
I've tried to be low
I've searched above and below
What in Gods name have they done to me
These people with some cruel idea
Why dost thou hide the truth from me
That torture my soul constantly
Why cannot I march forward
Brandishing my magical sword
Why must I sit here in distaste
With all my life gone to waste
What have I done
What wouldst I care
To take you up on some stupid dare
It seems you hurt my every hair
And caught me up in your evil snare
They took my blood they took my dreams
And I just came apart at the seams
Why does it seem so extremely hard
Such as stale bread without any lard
Why am I pulled this way and that
Such as a lady who's misplaced her hat
They broke my heart
And stole my worth
I ended up kissing the dirt
Instead of love
I got offense
and then they took away my defense
And now in the end I can not love at all
For they have killed my loving dove
I am too busy for such nonsense
Trying to raise my good conscience
From the ashes of this waste
I did not ask for this bitter taste
I felt fine in the first place
But disallowed to slowly make my haste
What precisely can I do
All by myself when you're not true
Surely there's nothing wrong with being a woman
And having enough to live on
Many people seem so lucky
But they play with me like a puppet
How dare they be so ungrateful
Whilst I'm fighting just to sit at the table
Why does there not appear a way
Just for me to feel Okay?
 

Flower Power

Flowers growing in a field
Whilst a gypsy
Picks her yield
There's the farmer riding by
A child dancing in the sky
A Shepherd boy working grimly
Whilst the witch says a spell
To wake the pixies
A traveler with his purse of gold
Walking via a faeries hold
Sees a lass and falls in love
But alas the faeries do a trick
And the travelers purse they nick
So feeling poor and woe begone
Now thinking that his love is gone
He has no gold for ale or inn
He calls his faithful Rin Tin Tin
And off they go to see the witch
He says to her if you retrieve my purse of gold
And allow my love to unfold
I'll pay you with two pieces of gold
The witch says I will do it for you
But I want one other thing
I also want your silver ring
The traveler reluctantly agrees
Thinking of his dear mother across the seas
The witch chuckles and mutters the faeries oath
And leads him to a bushel that grows
There is your gold and now for me
The traveler he breaths heavily
He pays her with two pieces of gold
And takes his ring from finger with a tear in his eye
And goes on his way with a low murmured sigh
But then his dear lass he suddenly sees
And Kneeling down upon his knees
I have no ring but I"ll buy you one
And be the father of your firstborn son
I've traveled the world and I've never seen
Anything precious as your beauty
The lass gets her father
And they invite the man to tea
And so the family agree eventually
There'll be a wedding and the day is set
Whilst the lovers whisper to each other
How glad that they've met
And so the villagers prepare
And that day there is a party for the couple to wed
The gypsy sells them lots of flowers
And the farmer brings them lots of chowder
The witch she brews some some magical powder
The Shepherd packs his pipe with some weed
Tinkling faintly in the wood
Are voices as small as tiny ants on wood
Faeries, cheering for flower power

The Aryan Race

Concentration Camp 666
On a trip
With a dick
Want to feel fine
Just feel sick
Here they come
Footsteps quick
They really act
As thick as a brick
There's lots of us
We've got them licked
They torture us
About our genes
Then they ask
Us to fill in the page
Lock us underground
And waltz around
Saying that we are unsound
I don't know
How they get away
With all that change
The Aryan race
I'd say as Politely as I could
Just the hell
To go Away.

Torture

Ghosts in places I remember
Secret places of the well
Dig deep
The sound of water
Institutionalization
Where peoples wives
Write their letters
Where their friends write their poetry
Whilst the fools sit there drinking port
Where their mothers paint their pictures
Where little children do the work
Sleep factories
Places where the soul's in disrepair
The world unrepentant
Calling calling
The Actresses, their faces
Calling the painters
Calling the photographers
Calling the lovers
Calling the dancers
The comedians 
The Healers
The pied piper's
Come calling
Hungry mouths a'crawling
The heart calling
Calling
To awaken, awaken
My spirit
Within me.

Circles

Dishes piling up in the sink
Whilst I'm reading a blog
To help me think
I always seem to be on the brink
Of breaking down

Want to fire
But draw a blank
As you left
My heart just sank
I'm so unsure now

I want everything to be nice
Want to sit down
To eat my bowl of rice
I want a new plan, Stan
I know why you ran

It's because I"m unattractive,
Over reactive,
Nuts,
And I have a sunken
Bust

But what is the point
Of putting yourself down
"Cause I just want everything to be right
I Want to eat jellybeans
I want to be full of beans.

And so why am I thinking
Along these lines
Scared of street lights
And drawing the blinds
Then I remember the Englishman

I've been talking to
my imaginary friends
Over cups of tea
Wandering around and about
O'er a vacant sea

Getting up to boil the kettle
Doing the same thing
Over and over again
And you're not my friend
You're just pretend

Maybe in way you are
in my soul
A distant star
And I would
And I would
And I would

If there was a promise
in my heart
That I could make a brand new start
Which reminds me, start is the Old English for leap
Why is it always a leap in the dark

I mean you know how the dishes
Will turn out
You'll be able to look around
At a clean house
Instead of  gross chaos

So the vision is clear
But high dives
They always scared me
So I dare not take the plunge
The vertigo thunders in my ears

And so I waste years
Absentmindedly smoking
Days blending into one another
Staring out into the ether
Through clouds of blue smoke

Well now I want a new plot
I've thought about it a lot
It could be good
It could be me
I could be free
Stop this living aimlessly

So why don't you just promise me
The gold at the end of the rainbow honey?
What if something goes wrong?
What if I slip and fall down
What if one day I wake up and I'm no longer strong?

But what is the point of self doubt
Why do I sit here on the couch
I could travel the seven seas
And I would
And I would
And I would

If only I could
But money opens doors
Whilst little me, I'm naught but poor
Whilst those rich bastards
Sit there eating their
Stuffing custard

Five star hotels that would be me
With a taxi to take me out to see
All the wonders I never saw before
Relaxing on my cruise liner, with my suitcase, full of surprises,
Me, smiling and waving at the shore

Well so much for dreams
Don't have any honey
Nor have I any money
I don't have a plan
And I don't have a chance

Don't go out to dance
Gave up on romance
Head inside my shell
Protecting myself
From hell

Identifying with
Rumination
While the dishes pile up from procrastination
And I read the blog
And it tells me it's because I don't belong

Offbeat
on a violent sea
Lost in a storm
Forgotten the norm
Taking pills, so to conform

But they're supposed to balance you
So maybe you could go ahead
Thanking God for your daily bread
Maybe pick up some loose ends
Even try to make amends

You could make a map
Of the land of Celeste
Where people do
Their very best
Mark North, East, South and West

A land where I contented be
Where relationships exist in harmony
Where the work is done
And I live in peace
Somewhere I am never teased

By thoughts of you
Of doing more, of being better
Or what I can buy from
from an on line store
With my lantern by the door

No digging yourself
Into the abyss
A joie de vivre
A place of bliss
Nothing amiss, a perfect kiss

Well timed
And asking no less, no more
Somewhere down by the seashore
And Ice cream
I scream!

Circles
Like the wheels of bicycles
Dropping part of my icicle
A moment destroyed
Invincible

Why do we have this crucible
Is there no school we can go to
To learn the unknown
A lighthouse
To guide us
From the storm

What is there to fear
When God is near
Set Sail
Full speed ahead
We'll get there yet.

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Dining Alone?

Wooh! I like the way you walk
I like the way you talk
I like the colour of your hair
I really like the clothes you wear

Wooh! I like the way you act
Just like the way that you use tact
I like the way you keep a pact
I like how you keep yourself intact

I like you 'cause you're interesting
Never know what tomorrow will bring
I like the way that you collect things
Wooh! I like the way you think

I like the way you share a drink
I like the way you dance
Wooh! I like the way you sing
Like the way you make me ting

I like how very hard you try
Even though it's hard to get by
And the way you hold me when I cry
And how you're not afraid to die

Wooh! I like you oh so much
Think I might take you out to lunch
Whilst my heart just turns to mush
As I watch you strut your stuff!

Cause I like you, that's no lie
And you know the reason why
Because you're cute and wonderful
The way you are is just a marvel!

The Ghost of Barbara

I am the ghost of Barbara
Here to wipe a way your tears
Hear to comfort you when you are sick
Here to drown out your fears

Wooh, wooh
I'm a good ghost
A happy ghost
Wooh, 'keep your chin up'

Whenever you have a question
Just whisper in the shush of
Your dark pillow
And I will answer from heaven

Because heaven, heaven knows,
And the people say
There goes the ghost of Barbara
You can see it in her way

By the way
The breeze blows in the window
And Mum's lantern flickers
And Celeste is restored to faith

Celeste and the ghost of Barbara
Brings a smile to your face
Two friends on different planes
An eternal flame.

The lovers

Who are we

And are we equal

I’ve seen you a few times

Is there a sequel?


A woman has cares

A women has woes

Whilst her lover

Off he goes


What began

 in Ancient Greece

That a rose

A lover needs


Do we live in Victorian times

Where the women draw the blinds

No we don’t we live on-line

Where casual sex is all very fine


The yin and yang

A concubine

A whirlpool

A waste of time


Selfish creatures

Stalking the web

What use do they have

But to bring home some bread?


Cleaning the house

And baking biscuits

Isn't it your turn

To do the dishes?


Showing off

You think you're tough

But you fit me

like a glove


Confounded man

Has got me trapped

Taking my love

And not giving it back


While I spend hours

To work off the fat

Look in the mirror

An old woman stares back


If I could kiss you

Get to know you

Because Pandoras

box is open


So you're thinking

I could give you

your desire

Because it's the way, you are wired


While my face burns

In a blush of fire

On my knees

With you up higher


Lover please now

Go away

Theres more to life

Than sugar dates


There's roads

To freedom

There's places I go

That no-one knows


So lover please now

Let me be

Where I live

In chastity


In a wood

Down by a grove

Where the graceful

Horses trode


But there my lover

Comes to me

Where we hide

Amongst the trees


And doth take me violently

Whilst my flowers scatter

In the breeze

As we women, live to please


And after  sunset

 With the moon on the rise

 He tells me he's all out of time

And leaves me with some leftover wine


Then he doesn't call me on Valentines

Surfs into my room as if everything's fine

What on earth is wrong with their minds

That they dare commit these crimes?


And if by chance out in the woods

While he's hunting for the kill

I should give him such a look

He'll come again my lover will.

White Hara

My Black soul

Nothingness

Perfectionism, conflict, ha!

Just a few moments

A few hours for me

Why couldn’t they see

What with all that ennui

That I just need peace

Like the Buddha needs the

Shade, of the holy fig tree.

Survival

Driving through the desert

In that beat up Peugeot

That had no aircon

We were patient

There was scenery rocks, shepherds

Avoiding the terrorists

Going places

Racing along quite well really

Trying to get to the Dead Sea

To the oasis

So Ori and I could show Mum

That place

And float

Have mud baths

Bath in the spring

Then going on to the red sea

Beaches, hotels

Going on to the pyramids

Camels, horses, Arabs.

The magnificent desert

With Bedouin, sparrows and leopards

Spanning Millions of years

of survival.