Little grown-up knows too much.
Terrorism and tweenies, hopscotch and ******,
But the world is happily waltzin’ with Matilda.

He needs to learn, it’s never too late
******* before he fills his flashing trainers.
Little grown-up knows too much.

Mummy says it’s true, so therefore it is fate  
Yes instead of thank you, probably overused,
But the world is happily waltzin’ with Matilda.

You must decide if he’s gay or straight
Baa Baa rainbow sheep burnt to memory, tattoo’s and Christian taboo’s.
Little grown-up knows too much.

Taste the pill, consume this cup, watch his tiny eyes dilate
Staining innocence, hurry up, his naivety is bruised,  
But the world is happily waltzin’ with Matilda.

We dictate to loose weight in our forced-fed free state
Sat, his short legs swing on the cold church pews,
Little grown-up knows too much
But the world is happily waltzin’ with Matilda.

JWS

Now lights were always on,
Beyond my bed of sky.
Soul to pavement, pounding,
the hourglass near dry.

I forget you enjoyed my silence,
I was early, she says late.
But let's not dwell on me,
It was all about you, Kate.

Whisperings of constant doubts,
Curdle our shared air.
Caged passion,the ache of breathing
but soon I won't be there.

Then typing is your weakness,
Rain mirrored in the glass,
Is that what Daddy taught you?
Your word is less than last.

But if I could be remembered,
Forgive, my missing place.
Recall the touch of guilty hand,
Upon your fading face.

Are you doubting yourself? You should.
You can’t accomplish anything you said you would.
He can’t climb the mountains, she can’t part the sea.
The only thing your armed with is little “I” and “me”.

The journey is too long and wrong, why start if you’re going to fail?
Stop trying to please yourself, your cross is already full of nails.
Don’t waste thought on the subject, enjoy the deflation of defeat.
Trust the air, fall into your grave, relinquish, relax, retreat.

Let’s take Martin Luther King, his pursuit was just luck.
Harvey Milk, Ghandi, I mean who really gives a ****?
Just because men die for a cause, can we believe they didn’t have flaws?
Men fall and float, leaders come and go, you don’t reap what you sow.

But for all the fault of man, all it’s deceit and aggronance,
Pathetic self-pity and pious, self righteousness.
There are some people who try again, who start afresh.
Who rise above the doubt and this is the measure of man's amount.

It is only a drop of water, the sapphire ache of a tear.
I’m descending, deep in her blind kindness,
Struggling for breath from blue gaze, that is timeless.
Tides of cheap romance yearn to flood, suffocated by fear.

Her violence is beautiful, a raucous rage so sweet.
My fiery, unfathomable girl is force yet to be reckoned.  
She recalls each moment, I remember every second.
A clock tells the right time twice a day, if it’s incomplete.

She kills me with friendship, the love that’ll never appear.
Stop lying, you aren’t perfection, certainly neither am I.
Why not be ****** up together? Another voiceless sigh.

Distaining her purity with ugly presence, white skin is seared.  
I cannot, could not tell her, souls in sand have disappeared.

Angels only deliver prayers, they don’t pretend listen.
Temptation coyly, crawls up the shore, delicious poison is her taste.
She caresses like sunshine upon skin, If I am found, I am replaced.

Can you really describe the beauty of the sea?
She’s not easy to define.
You just have to be there to see it, and this is the beauty of mine.