You are the Positive,
And I am the Negative,
And Opposites Attract,
I'll Magnetise,
Your Electric Eyes,
And Together We'll React.

*Reworked April 2011

Life's Better When You're Dreaming
Of a Transcendental World
With Deliverance and Freedom
Under a Sky of Neon Pearls,
Where the Populace are Former Loves
All Gathered in the Clouds
And Lend an Ear, for Bygone Cheer
So Memoirs can be Ploughed.

Life's Better When You're Dreaming
Of Archaic Silver Screen
Parading Lavish Garments
And Conversing with James Dean,
Where Bowler Hats are Stock Attire
And Pea-coats Line the Hall
And Champagne Flutes, Say 'Fill your Boots'
To an Infinite Curtain Call.

Life's Better When You're Dreaming
Of a Ride on the Good Ship Hope
With Secret Codes and Yellow-bricked Roads
And ***** with the Pope,
Where Lotus-eaters Man The Decks
And White Rabbits Scale the Mast
We'll Sail Away, On a Tranquil Day
And Pervade the Ocean Vast.

Life's Better When You're Dreaming
Of Unblemished Skin and Bone
On a Bed of Fragrant Petals
On which Countless Seeds are Sewn,
Where Laborious Figures Embrace as One
Compelling Magnets to Concede
And Music will, Amuse them 'till
They Repeat the Final Scene.

Life's Better When You're Dreaming
That all the World's a Stage
And that Pair are a Distant Footnote
On the Thirty Thousandth Page,
Where the Cast are Poised in Waiting
And the Finale is About to Start
They Take a Bow, And this Tells Me How
I Came to Play this Part.

*December 2010 (Completed April 2011)

When the Bracing Bite, Leaves a Pearly Cloak
O'er Cities and the Sea,
Recollect the Magic, Penned in the Stars
And the Gift of Nativity

December 2010

Skin as White as Winter Snow
Legs as Boundless as the Sea,
Stationed in Venice or Bordeaux
From Blue-collar to Bourgeois.
Hair is Chic, Yet not Pristine
Soft and Cropped and Fine,
Cheekbones High a Distinct Ravine
Embellished by a High Neckline.
Undefined Peaks and Troughs  
Cumbersome and Lank,
Garnished in the Finest Cloth
Awash with Unassuming Swank.

Miss Androgynous hear my call
For I've Become a Virile Gent,
I Yearn for your Unwieldy Frame
That God in Heaven Sent

February 2011

A Victorian Girl, with eyes forlorn
Wild and elusive since the day she was born
Her features smattered with a blanket of tears
From barbaric acts exposed through the years
Through **** and pillage she never would yield
Some hailed her as foolish as her fate was sealed

She trekked for miles with liberal endeavour
Innocence and intrigue in equal measure
Till she encountered a fellow who furnished the chance
And brandished a languishing olive-like branch
He beckoned her forth with ravishing guile
Bearing pomp and splendor and a fraudulent smile

In mounting the stallion, the deal was done
As the lecherous libertine embodied the pun
He savagely severed her ivory threads
And fiercely penetrated the pallid *******
With a barrage of torment unduly unleashed
A Victorian girl, morosely deceased.

*(September 2010)

You watched your life, Flickering through the trees
I heard your pain, Whistling in the breeze
You were only seventeen, Curiosity in reams

The wood was the place, where you were misinformed
You were naive, I'll shelter you from the storm
You were only seventeen, Curiosity in reams

It is time you stood against the treachery and grime
You lost your innocence but soon the bells will chime
Please open up your heart because loving is not a crime
And just maybe one day you will be free,
I know someday you will be free

You bore that child, Sent her out into the world
Make sure she is safe, Like a sail that has been furled
She will soon be seventeen, Let her follow all your dreams,

And let your tarnished halo gleam.

Then she will be free,
Then you will be free

*(September 2010)

There Is Something About The Way You Speak
That Makes You Queen Of Hearts
You Have Peered Through The Looking Glass
And Have Come To Play That Part

We Kick And Punch Like Siblings
We Are Two Cards In A Pack
I Dig Your Heart Out With My *****
You're The Queen, And I'm The Jack

*(July 2010)

Let school-masters puzzle their brain,
Blinded by revolt and disorder,
A schoolboy departs in a rage,
And a preachers deprived of his daughter

They met at the Café de Flore,
And talked over gateaux and coffee,
She said ‘Joseph, you're my troubadour’
He smiled and said ‘You are my Sophie’

The pair acted out fantasies,
Embracing the Louvre with ambition,
Romancing across des Champs-Élysées,
With purity and inhibition

Back in humdrum Buckinghamshire,
The locals did summon a meeting,
While beneath the old Notre Dame spire,
Sophie said ‘Can you feel my heart beating?’

Then back at the Café de Flore,
A Mademoiselle served them merlot,
She said ‘j’aime votre poésie,
Et votre femme est un angelot’

Let school-masters puzzle their brain,
With grammar, and nonsense, and learning,
The schoolboy perversely proclaimed,
‘My buoyant soul will not be returning!’


*(March 2010)

Beautiful Evening, Somewhat Blighted
In That The Love, Is Unrequited.
Beautiful Lady, Eyes Electric
The Defectless Picture, Asymetric.
Beautiful Setting, Baker Seats
Ode on a Grecian Urn, By Keats.
Beautiful Melody, Goes Unheard
Preconceptions, So Absurd.

As Then I Awoke From Infectious Bliss,
Restless, Dumbfounded, Devoid Of A Kiss

*(September 2010)

Great Pan is Dead!
Flag at half-mast,
Great Pan is Dead!
He will not be the last,
The boorish wind will blow
And say ‘Pan It is time to go’
While the nymphs will lament the passing of friends.

Old Ulysses
Focussed as time,
He thought lotus-eating
Was a heinous crime.
Ploughed on with his quest,
He could cut it with the best.
But even he could not compare to Pan.

Oh Deadly Day!
The music has died,
Oh Deadly Day!
Arcadia lied.
Apollo will play,
And the Gods will shout ‘Hurray!’
And sing ‘Great Pan is Dead!’

October 2009

The capricious pair,
A picture of pure decadence
The insipid air
A figure of their consequence

April 2007

Clinging on to the one I love,
She swept me off my feet,
But now this fairytales impaired,
And I’ve misplaced the love receipt.

Clinging on to the one I love,
To the one that I betrayed,
To chew one up and spit one out,
We are reading from a different page.

Clinging on to the one I love,
My feelings never fade,
She said to me on a dark cold night,
That “a woman’s heart cannot be played”

Clinging on to the one I love,
On happiness I stamp,
A cynical twenty-first century boy,
Where love is concerned, I cannot advance

Clinging on to the one I love,
My conscience is a wreck,
I sailed it through the stormy seas
Crashed, and then I hit the deck

Clinging on to the one I love,
Nothing I’d rather do,
Than chase ones shadow and walk ones steps
Embrace the perilous rendezvous  

Clinging on to the one I love,
The one that got away,
And in my deepest heart or hearts,
Our love was drowned in disarray.

May 2008