it's a curse
it's a blessing
unlike any other
to be so all alone
solitude is the key
and it is also the cell
given enough time
to work with ourselves
the visage shatters
and in each reflective fragment
we see the face of strangers
and old friends
flames past future and present
and oh,
now would you look at that
it appears as if human company
seems desirable,
no,
a necessity
but there's no way out of here
you signed your deal
a key
and a cell
right?
so you just go on
being alone
until you no longer have to

Sometimes you just can't hide behind jokes
and sometimes you have to realize
that every time we feel overwhelmed
and reach for blunt or bottle
that we are being cowards
a life driven by fear
but who can blame us?
from the moment we came into this world
fear has been our third parent
so technically we're all related
Sometimes being a coward doesn't cut it
sometimes you have to stand up tall
and take it on the chin
over and over again
and turn it into the chattering
of keystrokes
or whatever it is
that calls to you
sometimes you just have to look in the mirror
and cut the crap

When I was still a young kid
following dad's job all over England
My granddad died
and I could only have been eight or nine
but I remember my Mum told me
sitting on the windowsill
of that old house I miss so much
"Do you see that star up there Harry?"
I followed the vector of her finger
gazing up to a diamond cluster sky
because this was the sticks
so the stars came out in numbers
But I thought I saw the star she was pointing at
I nodded
"That star is your granddad
there's a star up there for everybody."

Now being a young boy
I of course took this as the whole truth
and now that I'm a slightly less young boy
I figure
why can't it be the truth
Standing in the vast field
that was my back yard
I remember talking up at the night sky
Talking to granddad
knowing he was too far away for me to hear him
I just wanted to know if he was okay
and what it was like being a star
and maybe I will never get my answer
I just hope that when I go
when you're feeling lost
you can look up
at the stars in the sky
and I can tell you
that everything is going to be
just fine

i went for a swim today
in the small pool of water i have in my home
while sitting and watching petite waves crash
aimlessly against the porcelain walls
i think to myself
of how wonderful it is to be cleansed
of all the filth that today has spit upon me,
and yet,
more importantly,
i keep with me the happiness
the sunrise of this morning gave
i keep with me the promise
of not knowing what tomorrow will bring
and best of all i keep with me
the warm embrace of the water that carries me
through the stream of my undying imagination.

If I could read your thoughts
Who knows what I might find
If I could read your thoughts, oh babeah
Who knows what I might find.

Perhaps it's BEST not to read you too much
Perhaps it's best not to READ you too much
Perhaps it's best not to read you too MUCH.

I might just find much more than I expected!

Refrain 1:
Watching you while you sleep
I wonder where you wander
Which paths you tread, where you say you go
And where you REALLY go!


Refrain 2:
I may just find you curled up in a corner
Waiting for the sun to climb up on your shoulder
Checking every move, watching every mo-ove
Escaping the clutches of your own fear!


So, if I could read your thoughts
Who knows what I might find
If I could read you . . . .


Star Toucher, 08 March 2013

It's not the docile who are the most peaceful
It's not the quiet who make the best mothers
And it's not the pilgrims who make the finest believers
For, the blade is not the only part of the sword

Only part of the sword, ooh hoo....

It's not the poets who pose the deepest questions
It's not the enemy that you have to fear
And it's not enough people who live in cleanest conscience
For, the string is not the only part of guitar.

Only part of guitar, ooh hoo....


Refrain:
Beware even the blunt side of the sword
Beware even the blunt side of the sword!
Oh, you know, the blade is not the only part of the sword.
Only part of the sword, ooh hoo....



It's not the animals who are the uncivilised ones
And it's not in the light that you get to know yourself
And it's not up to you to decide the life that I live
For the heart is not the only part of me.

Only part of me......

It's not the well-spoken who speak the most wise words
It's not the sufferers alone who feel the pain and anguish
And it's not the have-it-alls who really have it all
And the Eiffel Tower's not the only thing in Paree.

Only thing in Paree.....

And you know, the blade is not the only part of the sword....
Oh, you know, the blade is not the only part of the sword.



Star Toucher, Feb 2013