The rivers endless tether
Tied to the tide
Coming and going
Ebbing and flowing
The shoreline to the sea
The cycle of life
Like rain
Clouds, then rain, then sea
Like moods
Anger, joy and love
Moods flowing
Like blood in veins
Flowing and carrying
Oxygen
The essence of life
Air from the trees
Trees from the seed
The seeds of life
Scattered and sown
Blown then mown
Soldiers in a war
Cut down
Like weeds
A mother's flowers
An enemies weeds
Pestilence of war
Washed upon a shore
Where children swim
And sandcastles falter
Slowly erased
By time and tide
Pulled by the moon
Fated by stars
In a sequin sky
So inconsequential
This life, this dream
This woken moment
Betwixt the night and morn
Twixt Dog and Wolf
Man and beast
Which am I
Which I am
A witch I am?
No, no, no
I am which I am

The invisible touch
Of a morning breeze
Caressing branches
Stroking leaves
An azure canvass
For nature's frieze
No hand could create
Such a verdant vestige
April in blossom
Spring hosts a show
Trees meditate
Petals like snow

His are the seas that surround
The isles of the free
Their lakes, hills and valleys
And country estates
The Rangers that rove
The orchard and grove
Hunting for pheasants
And keeping out peasants
In the meadows and fields
His fillies can yield
There's hay for the horses
And cake for the poor
The homes of the homeless
Are never rent-free
Palaces and Castles
Are expensive to keep
Taxing his taxman
Is collecting more fees
Gold on the throne
A jewel in the crown
Patron of patrons
Charity not chaste
Begins in his home
The kids in his class
Bless their loyal subjects
And their conscious neglect
To reject their repression
As the nation expects
To comply with contrition
The pauper's condition
To obey and concur
With the dame and the sir
Loyal, respectful, proud to declare
Patriotic, hypnotic
Flags waving, hanging unfurled
Soldiers go marching
With trumpets and drums
In the land of the free
There's a price to be paid
By the new age wage slaves
Democracy's hypocrisy
When rulers don't rule
But own all they survey
For King and for country
Lets us all pray
God save the King

Plip, plip, plop,
Drip, drip, drop
over and over
it never did stop
From the top of the tap
To the top of the bath
It tippled and drippled
And every drop dripped
It landed in ripples
Rising up to the top
Reaching the lip
The over it lopped
A Cascading flood
From a little drip drop

A good-luck bad luck start
to a good-luck bad luck day
All that separates the haves and have nots
Is a ticket to the game
And today before and after breakfast
I was ticketless all the same
And although the midday sun has passed
My situation hadn't changed
You'll never walk alone we sang
As we thronged towards the stand
My luck was all to change
Mally had spare tickets, two within his hand
Me and Steve were on them quickly
Two ticket-hungry lads, that can't believe their luck
From the outside to the inside
We joined the roaring crowd
In a dawning moment of awareness
My shock, I expressed out loud
"Steve, me mate, we're down the other end"
"No way, no way, no way," said Steve
Because once was not enough
"We're not going in their end," he said
"We'll be kicked to ******* death"
There's only one thing for it Steve
We'll have to swap with those not red
So round to section Z we went
To find some unsuspecting heads
Its an end for neutrals, sold tickets on the day
Right next to Liverpool's Kop army
Raucous, wild and partisan, roaring on the reds
No place for fans of Juve
They should be down the other end
Here's two older couples
Looking sensible and kind
Its time for a charm offensive
If we're gonna turn this inside out
My persuasive words aren't working
They don't want to split their group
Time to raise the stakes I think
And use the power of fear
"There's going to be much trouble" I warn
"There's bound to be a fight,
Best to play it safe" I say
"And get down the other end
That's where all the Juve are
You'll be amongst good friends"
Fear is quite persuasive
And fortune favours change
Funny how quickly luck changes
On a good-luck bad luck kind of day
And when the fans started fighting
Fortune it changed again
The dead they lay broken
And something in me too
So every anniversary
I think about our friends
Reflecting upon my words of wisdom
From down the other end

Tall as a lighthouse
Eyes like searchlights
Searching through the darkness
Seeking beneath the surface
Calmness amongst the waves
That would toss and turn
And concern a sailor's soul
Unmoved and unmoving
Fixed firmly to the ground
Were those flashes winking?
Signalling only to me
Calling me into her haven
Or, warning of some danger
And is the danger she
Could she just be blinking?
Trying hard to see through
The veil I cast like night
Trying to cast a light on
The thoughts I will not show
Like the shipping forecast
Her voice is deep and soft and slow
Speaking of a world I do not know
Some mystical language
That speaks of highs and lows
Rising and falling
Backing and veering
Smooth or rough
8 or 9 now
6 or 7 later
Slowly, steadily, rapidly
Dogger, Viking, Faeros
North Utsire
South utseeerah
Lunday, Cromarty, Malin
I've loved them all
Her Fresnel light shines
To the beat of her heart
Her signal in the dark
Sees through my every feeling
Strips away my bark
I can taste the salt
And feel the sea
She leaves me yearning
To ride upon her wave
To feel her rage and her calm
To be taken in her nightime
And be left alone at dawn
To watch the ebb tide withdrawing
And wait again it's flow
To watch her beacon dimming
And again await its glow

Senses
Sense
Scent
Sensual
Allure
Arouses
Desire
Fires
Passionate­
Lust