Cinema love is something
In the interlude of suffering.

Cinema love
A cascade of open passion which inspired this beautiful
Obsession
Cinema love in a 50s black and white spool
Where thunder splits lovers apart
And God blesses tears in the dark.
Love is a dangerous word- Love is
A nuclear war-
A computer message that is sabotaged by a jealous killer
A perfumed envelope containing a suicide letter
Soaked in tears of desolation which long to kiss
The sea-
Seems like a good film to me.

Her love twirled and danced then opened her eyes to a future
In front of a camera called betrayal
Still she is available.

Cinema love '11' A Dinosaur On Parole From Neptune
It is of no relevance which classic blinds the screen
There is a love story in row 22 like there has always been

I'm sitting here
@ Where nothing can be done
I'm just sitting here
        Waiting for death
      to come.

Whatever it's shape I'll recognise
My faltering eyes
In that invisible mirror
That trades our goodbyes.

So I say 'goodbye'
Just in case I die
Before I see you
It's a bit morbid
But afterlife ?
Who knows ?
     And I'll be glad
When this verse is closed.

I've had so little to say
                       and such a long time to express it in
I ended up not saying anything.

The Soho lights
Were shining like an electric lobster
I was thinking what an Edmonton boy
Should do-
As punk rockers smoked marihuana
In small corners
Shadows danced a routine that was choreographed
                                                   ­         In hell-
And glue, speed and alcohol blended into humidity
Eerybody knew God had no recognition
                                         For this recondite humanity
I thought about something else............

Life became static blind
Drunken dreads were jostling in plastic conversation
****** out of their minds-
There became a powerful flow of left-wing
Political notion-
The stale scent of a previous saviour
Became more obvious and universal
Reggae pounded into the trashed idealism
Like an anti-septic commercial
And thoughts of EXODUS and the bible
We became victims of a faith reversal
But there will will be cold solace in this
For the gloved left fist.

I thought of distant times
Where reality wiped out role models
As their dreams vanished into hallocinogenic fungi.

It's hot
It's kickin'
It's funk!

You gotta drown your Martini
With junk
Until this depression is sunk
You gotta remember it's disco
and funk,
You gotta walk around day-glo and punk.

You gotta hit the wall
To destroy your attitude
Even if there's no attitude
At all
You gotta dizzy shake a palm tree
And smile at the clock of reason

You gotta move up offa dat ting
You gotta set fire to your ring
And let your ****** sing

You gotta Boomshakalak
You gotta twist and grind
You gotta Boomshakalak
And it's fun
****** react
No doubt about dat

You gotta groove
If you wanna groove
       To the funk groove rap
You gotta be far out
        And on the track

You gotta throw up at a silver moon
                     To do the bump
                              To do the bump
You gotta sweat from tongue
You get a sweet ******* echo
                               You gotta lay low
                                 Act flash
                                          Hold on to the bottle
                       And never carry cash

You gotta answer the call of the trapped
Boogie spirit
You gotta tell me you love me
And I'll know you don't mean it.

No what I really think is
Love is like movement
It's there but you can't see it
As the vehicle shows the movement
                      it's worth
                               Out of Utopia to Earth
A victim of love has nothing to do
With with cards and poetic words

                                              Whilst I was walking down Pasteur Gardens
                                                Which is quite near to me
                                                     I heard a child's sad voice
                                                        Fem­ale it appeared to be
                                                           About the age of 3
                                                               'Mummy, please don't put it in your
                                                                ­     mouth'
                                                          ­                To which the mother replied
                                                         ­                    'I will because big Graham is
                                                                ­                the master of the bedroom
                                                         ­                         Now that daddy died.'

When I'm sliding down another line
And bells in my head liquid chime,
When I'm disco dancing
                   Across the floor
And the feeling's building
                    From the basic core
Playing good funky and loud
And I recognise the faces
                           In the crowd
When the demon of joy
                           is laughing and prancing
In the stuttering strobe
I gotta slip, I gotta do some disco dancing.

When I take my time to rush not hurry
When I'm completely free of emotion
                                       and financial worry
When I'm with an aquarious **** girl
And she is disco dancing as well
When I'm rising and the lights are trancing
I'm inviting you for some disco dancing.

A neon advertisement of Elizebeth Arden was sparking in a wonderful 3D
Array
I was passing thru Shanklin, Heading towards Sandown
And beyond Black Gang Chine, Heading up to White Cliff Bay.
Walking thru a prehistoric night,
And Evelyn suggested that we liberate a boat-
I replied, Why don't we awaken our ghosts
to float on the still night airway ?
240 feet above the Chanel aqua-spray,
Aware of only night from day,
And however angelic my love is,
Her personality can revolve in a mysterious way,
She blessed my notion
And her first idea joined the corrosion
At the foot of White Cliff Bay.
Her eyes spoke to me.
You are only as conscientious as your persona allows.
We watched the angry coast, Coaxing and tormenting
Where the ancient ocean bows
And nature steps over a part of time
That tells of it's own decay,
And man has no part here to play,
As the wet chalk laments to the sky
And the Devil crashes into innocent pacified
Clay, Chaotic and ruthless against a naked White Cliff Bay.

This is how I came to be,
Shaped by the perpetual onslaught of endless sea.
Knowing that the harm that has been done to me
Can never be justified,
Just as childhood promises always have their fruitition shunned
As every story book lied in the same fixtures where faithful ancestors
Were betrayed
As they knelt in hell - Burning as they prayed
To a God who was now a witness here on White Cliff Bay.

But I feel a new direction is drifting my way
And she touches my forhead I feel okay,
And the whole unexplained truth of life is now unfolding
Like the relics and the fossils of White Cliff Bay,
And the new life I am holding.