I would listen, in the dark, as the L.P. circled round.
A big fan, I’ll admit it, of this petite brunette’s sound.
I was shocked the day I heard you’d starved yourself to death.
Talent, beauty, youth all gone; the recordings all you left.
I hear you still at the holidays like a ghost of Christmas past.
Occasionally on the radio for your hits were built to last.
Most often when your C.D. plays as I drift off to sleep
So long ago, so long ago, but still your voice sounds so sweet.
Those who touch lips with fame die twice I’ve heard it told:
Once when we’ve forgotten them, then again when they grow cold.

a walk through personal history
the memories coming to mind
some and even many not perfection
in their remembrance and retelling
a great gulf can divide truth and fiction
the library walkers sifting reads
characters pop up one would erase
thus disabling the accusing crowd
gathered out the dust of past lives.

this torch that burns so slowly
and yet I looked and ten years
had been fuel so often wasted
the gaps of going backwards
filling need to progress and grow
this torch still burning so slowly
burns so fast when decades
come and go come and go....
come and go come and go.

idea
compromise
new
thinking
push
through
vision
history
tells
stories

what could be said
when all almost has been said
dig deep and deeper
The heart and mind depths
solid rock was standing on
washed away gone to some other place
Spilled out and vomited until it bled out
Order the take away be grateful
the taxi driver offers new philosophies
While you give the fare
and a bigger than generous tip

digging this hole
to dig ourselves out again
Brother I would die to stop your crying
I would and could wrap you
in the everlasting
Family, the Family, means more to me than dying
more to me, than the surreal , dreams or portents
but for now I must dig this hole,
to dig ourselves out again

I will dance around all day
prepared to dance around you
for as long as it takes;
I have been dancing all my life
even from the first moments out the womb
Misunderstood they slapped my ****
and I came up sharp; realising in this new world, they didn't dance

time did its thing, as it always would.

singing across the river
stood on the banks
of the Thames.
I was not alone,
a beautiful woman,
dressed for old Japan,
stood and sung, also;
we harmonised in a dance
not our own
as the Thames took us
upriver to Oxford
and far beyond

primal screaming
going back to babyhood
watching yourself melt
as others melt around you

come on, lets try a little relaxation
but first, change our nappies

We found mutual love
while rolling around in grass
wearing daisy bracelets
imagination took us;
American Cowboys and Indians
this was our first awakening;
we always took the side of the Indians

my dreams waltzed right out my head
reformed and I sat me down in the middle
as I watched daily the unfolding scene
I realised I was living the dream and all else
was on some other plane intangible
yes I was part and not part all at the same time
like some kind of good acid trip from the distant past
and this time there was no going back
this was the start of eternity or rather I had slipped in
taken my place in the great eternal dreaming