Wondering around the
City,
A thought comes to
Mind,
Could it be you
That my eyes
Find?

Did I read you're
Poem?
Feel the emotional pain,
Then like two
Stranger's
Walk past each other
In the poring
Rain

Can you see beyond your own grave stone?

Can you exist in your own time zone?

Can you remember before you had a name?

Can you remember the innocence before the shame?

Can you remember not knowing what to be?

Can you remember the things you cannot see?

Can you remember the things you forgot?

Can you forget the things you cannot forget?

Mij was a storm of laughter and defiance,
A stubborn spirit, ever demanding his way,
Yet when the drinks flowed, oh how he shined,
A madcap maestro in the delirium of night.

Johnny Thunders on the speakers,
Hanoi rocks and Lords of the New Church
Echoing through our wild, endless journeys,
Tunes that stitched our misadventures into memory.

He’d promise me refuge in sunlit Greece,
An open door to his scattered sanctuary,
A place I longed to visit,
But lost my courage amidst the clamor of his drinking.

Now, two years on, silence aches where he once roared,
And in the quiet, I feel the bittersweet pull
Of laughter mixed with grief,
Missing the man who was as difficult as he was dearly loved.

In every clink of glass and every chord played,
I hear Mij’s defiant laugh a reminder
That even in chaos and excess,
There was a spark of beauty, a story worth every flawed moment.

The
lime tree
Stood on top
Of The Hill,
The ground around
With limes
Did it
Fill

One Decending lime
Rolling to the
Incline,
Got itself
Into a
Spin

Tumbling down
With no Jill
After

Hitting the road side
A car did abide,  
By changing its
Shape to
Flat,
But!
Deep into
The tyre grip
Went a
Pip

Spinning around
To the engine's
Sound,
It's DNA
Got slightly
Altered

After coming to a
Full stop,
The fastidious Chauffeur
Noticed,
The
Wheel didn't
Need a
Seed,
Flicking it over a
Wall,
Where it landed
Upon fertile
Land

As the seed started to grow
It's branches began
To twist

Ten years went by
As quick as a
Roll
Of you're
Eye

The land
That the tree,
Let It's roots spread free
Also contained a
Shack,
And as the morning
Broke,
The old man
Awoke

Starting his daily routine,
The days
Always seemed
The same,
But
He was clever enough to know,
There was no-one
To
Blame
But
Himself,
Life just seemed to
Snooker him,
Into this
Pocket

His only venture out,
Was the local store,
Supplying all that
Was
Needed

But
Before setting off,
Something was calling to
His
Attention,
The sound of a bird
Never
Heard

Heading down
The overgrown
Path,
The bird suddenly stopped,
And
While flying off,
He saw something,
Never seen
Before

A tree bering limes,
From it's
Corkscrew branches,
But
Not any old limes,
Their skins
Also
Had a
Twist

Picking one up,
Marvelling at the shape,
He headed off to
The store

Arriving at the door,
Felt like
Not
Before,
This day was like
No
Other

Gathering his supplies,
Catching the
Shopkeepers eye,
"A very good day to you"

"I don't mean to sound rude
But you're in a good mood"
She said, while giving
Him a
Smile

"What would you think
If I asked you out
For a drink?"

"I'd grab
Hat and coat,
Lock up this old store
And we'd be on our way"

With his best smile in years
He said
"Well let's go"

Arriving at the bar,
He asked for two
Mojitos

The barman
Shook his head,
"We're all out of limes!"

The old man's eyes
Lit up

When these
Three
Words are said,
There's
Many thoughts
Inside my
Head

So out of respect,
Not thinking
You're
Correct

"I don't know"

Not made a
Definitive
Conclusion,
Sorry to cause
Confusion

"I don't know"

Some take offence,
Time to
"Get off the fence"
But life
Is
Long,  
Pondering
The mystery
Of The
Song

The tune can
Lead you
Anywhere,
Eventually I'll
Get
There.


Song- Hank Williams, “Ramblin’ Man”

Teresa Green
Stood very still,
In the middle of a field,
Slightly moving with the breeze,
It was time
To turn over a new leaf

Nosmo King
Took his last drag,
Stubbornly stubbing

Annette Curtain
Stood in front of the window,
In her lace dress

Duane Pipe
Drank many pints of water,
His language was straight from the gutter

Phil McCann
Was a corporal,
He'd make sure the lad's
Jerrycan's were full

Please don't get me wrong,
I'm only
Joe King

I sort of.....
Avoid it

Because it gets me
Every time,
A piece of Celluloid
So
Sublime

Sat in the back
Of The
Car,
Forgetting
They're just
Film
Stars

If
Cinema holds
Any
Magic,
It's in
This five minutes,
Unseen?
That's
Tragic

I'd give her one!

First there was a lock
now you have the key,

The chains holding you down
finally set you free,

Open the door
step into the light
all that bad stuff
dissolves into the night.

Mamma's got a song,
She sings late at night,
It makes her so happy,
It's just outta sight,
Yeah,
Just outta sight,
She sings it
High,
She sings it
Low,
I
Can't make out the words
But
Dad
Seems to know.

And their singing all night,  
Yeah,
It's just outta sight,
Momma got a song,
She sings late at night.

Mamma's singing high
And Dad's
Singing low,
I wish I
Knew the words
But I just don't know,
Oh yeah
I just don't know
Mamma's got a song,
She sings late at night.

Too much to drink,
Mind
Is
Scrambled,
Resembling
The surface of an ice rink.

A head of aches,
Restless night makes.

Over and over again,
Says my brain,
Never again.

Song, In a Broken Dream, Python Lee Jackson.

We were going
To go
Out,
But tiredness
Changed your mind.
“You go,”
You said,
So casually kind.

Not sure I'll enjoy this,
Maybe no one
There
I
Know.
But whatever
I’ll just enjoy the show.

I order a drink,
Mingle with the crowd,
The band comes on,
It’s deafening, loud.

I start to unwind,
Feel the rhythm’s heat,
Body swaying,
Jumping feet.

I lose myself in music’s flow,
But it ends, oh, too soon.
The crowd calls for more,
Like wolves
Howling at the moon.

Belladonna
You're
Passion
Was made,
In the
Nightshade

Must take care,
A small
Amount of you
Can be
Enchanting,
Too much
Can be deadly

To help with fate,
A drop
In the eyes,
Cause  to
Dilate

Maybe the fall,
Is gravity's call.

At one with the universe,
Floating around amniotic fluid,
Not being coerced.

How
My heart aches,
When the water breaks.

Separation begins,
As does the crying,
The cord has been
Cut.

Behind you,
behind you

The frustration begins

Every time,
he looks around,
he doesn't see or hear a sound.

Reality knocks,
The penny drops.

Or,
Are we all still shouting
behind you,
behind you?

At the best of times
it's not just the two
of us

It's outside time and space
how long spent
in that
place?

It took a beard
Of bees,
To bring me
On my knees

Many stings,
To hear the
Bells ring

The honey of love
To soothe
The pain.

Walking one of your
Favourite
Walks,
Through the twisting bends,
Your voice
To me
Talkes,
I consider the soil, trees and rocks,
Hold memory's,
Whispering
On the
Wind.

You don't have to be
what you are,
The hurt can go
Leaving a beautiful scar

Who thinks
it's many

You'r thoughts
are worth more
than a
penny

Forgetting and
remembering,
What's that song
we used to sing?

When we talk old friend,
The missing bits
are made a mend.

Low or high
your time is in short supply

Staring at screens
destroys dreams  

It's not all bad
reconnected with old friends
it's mad

But get it in perspective,
when out with friends
be with them,
real life collective.

Once I believed in all I was told,
Magic was real, its truth so bold.
Then came a voice, cold and near,
Santa Claus? The Tooth Fairy?
"That stuff... no way," it sneered in my ear.

What? Not true?
My mind, a tempest, not knowing what to do.
So what else is false, what else must I doubt?
Tell me, tell me, what’s the truth, all laid out?

“Well, all that’s hollow, empty and gray,
The rest? It’s all just smoke and play.”
Years passed, and I walked this land,
Where magic lay buried beneath the sand.

But then, a moment,
sharp and clear,
I saw the fool I had been, year after year.
It was time to shuffle the cards once more,
Yet still the fool, I remained at my core.

Chasing a butterfly, so swift, so bright,
But now I must grapple with a deeper fight,
The bitter truth, the lesson to grasp:
Vomiting out the apple, at last.

The surface has many
Tracks,
Where previous thinkers
Have passed

It's easy to slot into one
Thinking it's you're own path

Jumping grooves
The next stage,
Gaining multiple view
Confusing at times
But worth it,
The *** is starting to brew

Skating on the surface of knowledge
How fast do you want to go?
Take a break at the side
When exhausted,
What next do you want to know?