They'd call her Long Gone Sally.
A lost ship, that has long since sailed.
They knew she had a heart of gold,
but still they'd tease
they'd cause her pain.
Yet still she'd face the darkness.
A lighthouse on a lonely chair.
Something you could focus on,
something, that is always there.
The loneliness
The sorrow.
The way we try to stem the tears.
All written on her ageing face.
A face well weathered from the tears.
Poor old Long Gone Sally,
will she ever really find?
The love that melted everything,
the love that breaks,
the heart,
the mind.

She whispered in the morning sun,
about the night that went before.
And every word that left her lips
lingered, within all that's pure.
She paused and settled,
with the chorus,
with the dawning of the day,
She whispered softly on the ear,
yet she had so much to say,
Her mind and soul an army,
tempered by the kings of light,
She whispered to a broken troop,
told him there's no need to fight.
The battle, it is over,
like the darkness falls to morn.
She rests upon his shoulder,
Nests upon a love that's born.

Lost along the river.
Two hundred yards from where I grew.
Laughing as we shiver,
laughing as the moon turns blue.
Lost upon a feeling,
lost upon our quiet thoughts.
The kinda ones that linger deep,
the kinda ones that can't be bought
Yet sitting with each other,
pebbles rest beneath our bones,
Cherishing each other,
cherishing the grace we own.

They tell us heroes died for this,
the freedom that we own.
The freedom of a broken man,
trying to keep his home.
They tell us we're the lucky ones,
tell us tales of war and fear.
"This how it's meant to be,
take a seat and pour a beer."
Forget about your worries,
forget the light that shines within.
Its all about the money,
all about the need to win.
But if we start to filter,
the light that brightens all our souls,
maybe we can make a change,
maybe we could be the ones.
A sacred generation,
with our masts against the wind.
Maybe we could be the ones,
burying the ancient sins.

The light that gives sight to our eyes.
With every morning sun will rise.
Rise and fall,
above our heads.
Burning like the toasted bread.
The burning fire in the heart,
the one that warms us in the dark.
The flame that weather's every gale,
the gentle waves as we set sail.
The voyage that is there to seek,
is hard to find throughout the week.
Yet know that it is always waiting,
watching, heart and mind debating.
Waiting for the sun to shine,
rising deep within your mind.

He sat upon the fading light,
sat searching for the stars.
Sat amongst the riverbed,
in disbelief he's got this far.
The ship it missed it's harbour,
lies broken on the stones,
He's searching for a memory
  upon the corals bones.
Crying for old comrades,
the stupid and the brave
he takes a breath for every soul,
lost upon the waves.

The blue sky faded slowly,
she tread her route upon the grass.
The Meadows growing flowers,
swaying, as they make her laugh.
The knowledge and the the knowing,
the truth that sings with every dawn.
The love of life and growing,
always there,
since she was born.
And as she's sitting gazing,
living in a thousand worlds.
She hears a voice inside her heart,
hears a voice she knows is hers.
It tells her to go forward,
tells her, what shall be will be.
Confronting all those worries,
sailing in uncharted seas.

Her spirit, drifted into thoughts,
like so many times before.
Ruffled leaves upon the path,
but every gust that blew was pure.
Her presence, just a memory,
now lost upon the waves.
It sometimes seems,
lost in our dreams,
lies everything we crave.

Old Slim Jim
all soaked in gin,
his cards upon the velvet cloth.
The Candle burning at both ends,
with everything he's ever sought.
Smoke obscures the mirrors.
A cheap view,
to the other side.
Old Slim Jim
is holding bullets,
something that his eyes can't hide.
Reaching for the bottle,
hand as steady as the wind.
A ghost upon the shadows,
passes, and it makes him grin.
Old Jim Believes in omens,
pointers from a different realm.
Cards upon the table.
In that old place by the Thames.

Pandora's Box is out of hope.
Empty like a broken vessel.
Washed up on the shores of pain.
Red rust from the lapping waves.
  Silent are the murmurs.
Silent is the voice of man.
As Heavens flames return to light.
Hell's fire cremates all it can.

That old wooden painted box.
Faint yellow stars engraved within.
Held the letters to her heart,
the scriptures of her life of sin.
It held the ribbons
that once tied
another side of her sweet life.
Now she plays the blushing bride,
now she plays the faithful wife.
But every night she wanders,
to a place inside her mind.
Staring out the window,
dreaming of another time,
with that old wooden painted box,
yellow stars engraved within.
She breaths for every moment,
every second, that she spent with him.

Some people spend their money,
trying to buy a piece of time.
Other souls are clocking in,
trying to raise an honest dime.
And sometimes its not funny,
the way our hours are torn away.
Outside, its so sunny,
but we're like birds
inside a cage.
Nurtured with a number,
an I.D, to make sure we pay.
From the first breath that we take,
till the one that meets the grave.
But nowt can't steal the thunder
the energy that carries through.
There's nothing that could ever ****,
our feelings and our right to truth.

The penny dropped
the fountain stopped.
Forever, at the end of May.
The farmer praying for his crop,
praying for the rain to stop.
Forever, at the end of May.
The Angels flight,
not lost to sight.
Forever, at the end of May.
And we might close our eyes tonight.
Forever, at the end of May.

Winding through the alleys
down to the old bazaar.
wander through the Stone Town
in the Port of Zanzibar.
The colours and the people
the spices in their blood.
Aromas floating through the air
through the neighbourhood.
The laughter and the singing,
the sparkle in the eyes.
The joy of life and living,
never in disguise.
Winding through the alleys,
down to the old bazaar.
The joy of life and living,
on the streets of Zanzibar.

So Many pseudoskeptics
in a world that's ****** hectic.
We're drowning in their slurry
without an antiseptic
Its Cancerous
how much they chance on us.
The cure is in the garden,
but they're killing all the plants on us.
Traditions and renditions
of stories and of ways.
They're being lost
diluted,
polluted,
as we graze away.
Like Cattle,
the battle
seems lost before its fought,
forgetting all the lessons
which mother earth has taught.
We're slipping
and we're tripping,
and I hope the landings soft.
I hope to leave a world behind
where hope is never fraught.

I'm on a one way ticket to Mars
soaring at the speed of light
Seeking, reaching for the stars.
Piercing, through the dark of night.

A one way ticket to what?
Barren lands where no feet thread.
Or maybe we've been there before,
long before the holy bread.

A one way ticket to find,
Hope and love and something pure.
Or maybe we'll be lost and blind,
like so many times before.

Inspiration,
from the deepest,
darkest,
caverns of the lonely soul.
That's the inspiration,
that will guide you,
to your rightheous home.
Every situation,
hesitated with a faithfull groan,
will lead you to a place to grow.
somewhere safe
where your alone.
All the desperation.
The voice among singing crowd,
leads us to a destination,
leads us to the life we own.
Still all the hesitation,
the falling of the drowning word
leads us to sorry chorus
all the broken words we've heard.

The Cut.
The Cold.
The feel of Steel.
The sharpness,
that keeps it all real.
The feelings,
pulsing through your veins,
as you try to smile in vain.

The Love.
The Hate.
The need for words.
The hope,
that everything is pure.
The darkness
curtaining the light,
as the day gives way to night.

The Morn.
The Dawn.
The waking soul.
Shaking,
falling through the floor.
The path,
the one, that leads you home,
will always be, the one you own.

Every situation,
dictated by a righteous sense.
Confused with admiration
when there's no time to recompense.

Shadows that need light to filter,
their own darkness,
seeking light.
They're the shadows,
we all hide from,
when we close our eyes tonight.

Then there comes the morning,
the mourning of the night before.
It's hard to shine in this life,
seeking out who's soul is pure.

Yet every situation,
finding our place on the shelf.
Will lead us to our stable,
lead us to our inner self.

That wind that blows
against the crows
ruffled feathers in the snow.
The field mouse burrowed,
keeping warm,
waiting out, the Winters storm.

And then at last
as darkness fades,
slowly Spring will take the reigns.
Light returning to the days,
colours spring
once more from shade.
Slowly, as the Winter fades.

"What softens the spud,
hardens the egg."
I think resonance differs,
depending the head.

Depends on the heart,
some broken,
some cold.

Depending on age
the young
and the old.

Depends on the path,
some crooked
some straight.

Depends on the way
we handle our faith.

Swallows sing, I  swallow that bitter pill.
Light reflects off cutlery,
and everything is still.
Shadows crawl, and then fall off the wall.
The sun that shun
when we we're young,
was big and now it's small.
The memories, cast in a golden light,
but memories can change in time,
depending on our flight.
Our hope, still sheltered with our love.
Forms the sense of who we are,
forms the sense of us.

Synchronicity and simplicity,
emanating from her core.
The kind of light
that shines so bright,
leaves me blind,
but wanting more.
Her words, reverberations,
a chorus to a learning ear.
Sometimes words are hard to find,
and sometimes words can ring so clear.

In time we learn the lessons,
the silly things that lessen us.
In time we dance in harmony,
learning,that love is a must.
Reaping all we've ever sown,
all the good and all the bad.
Thankful for the things we own,
Thankful for the love we have.

Faces reflected,
blood through time,
even though this face is mine.
I think its been here once before,
maybe twice or maybe more.
Reflected in the streams that flow,
through the ages of this earth.
Shadowing the soul that grows,
nurtured,
from the time of birth.

The snow falls gently,
then to melt,
candles on the alters felt.
Every moment of their burning,
for a reason,
never yearning.
Burning brightly till their end,
then to fade,
the light they send.
In the darkness
stillness brings,
her voice to me,
and how she sings.
She singing bout the Sun and Stars
how our souls have traveled far.
Passed the Moon,
the Milky Way,
she says we will return someday.
Singing songs that show the way.

The forest hides so many things,
the leprechauns,
the fairies wings,
among the life that nature brings,
listen to the warbler sing.
And all along the forest trails,
raindrops pour
as nature sways,
each thing on its own sweet way,
passing with the grace of day.
Capture it inside your mind,
trap it well within your core.
The forest lives
and breaths with time,
always leaves you wanting more.
Lost upon the forest floor.

The wake up call
rang steadily,
throughout the desperate morn.
The pilgrims and the prophets cried
as we were all reborn.
The temple walls collapsing,
upon the hollow mount.
Bodies strewn across the land,
too many now to count.
The serpent went a running,
they say he's hiding in the sand.
His days were always numbered,
his evil ways always to grand.
No doubt he will return someday,
to test the will of man.
See that old serpent never dies,
for he's part of the plan.

Fish scales glitter,
under sun,
as the silver makerel run.
We trace the coastline with our eyes,
before we say our last goodbye,
drowning under amber skies.
Watch the falling,
dying light.
Fall into waves
to steal our sight.
Let there be no tears tonight,
drowning under amber skies.

The new year started coldly,
two pairs of socks upon my feet.
The ground,
frozen and solid.
Like the bones that lie beneath.
Reflections that wont go away.
High in the sky,
the winters sun.
Shining without much to say.
Yet still it shines for everyone.
And all the birds have gone away,
spread their wings,
migrated south.
And as the words form on my lips,
they stumble as the leave my mouth.

The bold and the good
all under the sun.
All singing as one,
in Wallaby Woods.
The moonlight above,
the mist and the rain.
Some singing for love,
some singing for pain.
Searching for stars,
forgotten to time..
The moonlight above
The rhythm and rhyme.
The bold and the good,
waiting for the sun.
All singing as one,
in Wallaby Woods.

The buzzing lights,
Christmas lanterns.
Soul upon soul,
upon soul,
upon soul.
Passing each other ,
each one,
our own flight.
Soul upon soul,
upon soul,
upon soul.
The phantoms,
the cold,
the love in the lamplight.
Soul upon soul,
upon soul,
upon soul.
Those reasons for giving,
the love in the lamplight.
Souls holding souls,
holding souls,
holding souls.

Fossils ,
storms,
eroded coast.
The shadow that I miss the most.
A lonely voice, lost to the waves.
Singing in a hidden cave.
A silent hum
upon the shore,
a voice that's never heard,
no more.
Maybe on some other plain,
somewhere lost inside my brain.
Words transcending from the grave,
somewhere lost inside my brain.

Her whispers settled softly,
found their peace inside my ears.
Our fire burned away the pain,
the pain that grows, down through the years.
And as we dream together,
connected by a gentle touch.
I thank the Lord,
for gracing me,
with someone who can love so much.
So patient and so willing,
turning those frowns upside down.
I thank the Lord,
for helping us,
to keep our feet upon the ground,
I praise the Lord,
he's given us,
the light of hope,
a love profound.
A love that always seems to sweep,
my old feet right off the ground.

There's hope upon the streets again
collective minds and hearts combined
Its in the words
the art that's brought
Out there now
for all to find
Its dances on the cobbled streets,
you the know one
"where old ghosts meet"
It sings and hums,
then melts away
"at the dawning of the day".

Glistening frost and all that ****,
the Winters wind chews at the bit.
Christmas songs surfing the waves,
as he slowly fades away.
Lost upon a Winters day.

The shadows and the cold outside,
the sorrows that he tries to hide.
The liquor,
drowning all the hope.
Just another way to cope.

And people pass,
along their way.
A man lies cold upon the ground.
Lost upon a Winters day,
how long now before he's found?
How long now before we're found?

Raising up the spirit to the sky
The final words that left the lips
The silence of goodbye
Raising up the soul to rest again
The final breath that leaves the lips
The candles dying flame.

The lonely cobbled stones,
and your old lonely cobbled heart.
Surrendered to the mysteries,
always, from the very start.
The city, all around you,
the pulse, the sway,
the forming of.....
the soul that marches forward now,
lost without a glowing God.

Friday nights and neon lights
defused with time and space.
Look upon a flowing stream,
upon the human race.
The sway, the way,
the right to say.
The march it must go on.
The way we all surrender,
the way we always carry on.

The way life has its music,
all in its own time,
in its own sweet sacred place,
the rhythm and the rhyme.
The way the weathers changing,
darker every day.
The way the Summer falls to Fall,
gently on its way.
Lost among the creases,
the pillows and the sheets.
The creases underneath our eyes,
the journeys we complete.
Each week bringing different things,
with the rhythm and the rhyme.
Changing with the way we sing,
everything within its time.

Misty morning,
coffee and regrets.
A fuzzy head,
and bleary eyes,
a pocket full of crumpled bets.
The traffic worse than ever
as time flies.
Sweaty palms, a pounding head,
searching for a cigarette.
And every light I'm hitting now is red,
its days like this I should have stayed in bed.
The mornings now,
the darkness and the rain,
the way the days are flying by,
each one seeming just the same.
I guess its just that time of year again
as winter comes and swallows everything.
I swallow down my coffee with my pride
until the spring I guess I'm gonna hide.
.

Her voice it reaches into me,
hooks me like a desperate fish.
She's singing songs of Ireland,
such a saucy creamy dish.

Seafood chowder by the sea,
a sense of you, a sense of me.
All the things we're gonna see,
everything we're gonna be

Out the window, rolling waves,
rolling round upon the floor.
Her mind is like a hidden cave,
leaves me craving, wanting more.

The wind, the rain,
our twisted brains.
The way she moves,
the way she sways.
Lost within Octobers days.
Lost with every word we say.

The Spanish navy strong enough,
maybe too strong for their worth.
Led with the cross and then the sword.
Never questioning their Lord.

The infantry, the Tudor reign,
grabbing at what's there to gain,
As history repeats itself,
living as a helpless serf.

The Tribesman who once conquered all,
dying with the lions roar.
As history repeats itself,
nothing ever making sense.

The Christians, Jews,
Muslims, all,
each one shall forever fall.
Upon their blades,
those raised in hate,
Each one to their own sweet faith.

Chestnut trees and memories
of schooldays not in school.
Smoking trees under those trees,
never one for rules.
The evenings dark
up in the park.
The twilight and the haze.
Forever, there's a part of me,
embedded in those days.

The way we laughed,
refused to cry,
at all life had to give.
Underneath those starlit skies,
easier to forgive.
Underneath the laughing moon,
those days,
they ended way to soon.

Some leaves fall before their time,
others falling with this rhyme.
Synchronized inside my mind,
everything at one with time.

The breeze which sweeps the forest floor,
the will, the want, the joy of more.
The knowing, that what's right will lead,
to everything we really need.

Like the seasons, passing on.
Each with reason.
Each with song.
Words lost with the fading light,
as me and you walk through the night.

Trying to paint pictures with our words.
All those ears, blank canvases.
Passing on, all we have learned.

Lessons in life,
the heartache and the pain.
As it darkens through the Fall,
the fallen leaves swim in the rain.

Words, forever swimming
through my mind.
Flowing through their channels,
landing in the streams they find.

Words our ours,
but always better shared.
The words you wear upon your lips,
reflecting all
that's ever there.

Standing by the ocean
feeling so at ease
My thoughts are set on wandering
away with the sea breeze.
I think about the life I've led
all the things I've done
and as your name enters my head
out comes the burning sun.
As the sun now warms my face
I think of how you warmed my heart.
And as the boats sail out to sea
I pray we never drift apart.
Remembering the times we've shared.
The way you love,
the way you care.
That precious smile
Generous heart,
I pray we never drift apart......

Pictureless frames on aging walls,
a floor that's crying for a sweep.
Wooden boxes, stained and small.
Empty pockets, wide and deep.
Heavenly sounds of singing sparrows,
coming through the courtyard door.
Corridors so long and narrow,
walking feet, thread no more.
That staircase that you couldn't trust,
stands defeated by the years.
This musty place has seen it all,
the joyful smiles, the tragic tears.
How sad to see it now like this,
the first place that we ever kissed.
Its sad, the things that we dismiss,
those days, those days
I'll always miss.

Minutes, graced by hours,
graced by days, graced by all the years.
With every single breath you take,
the happiness,
and all those fears.
Every moment for a reason,
each one to their own.
Every smile that isn't forced
is something, something you can own.
Every smile that isn't forced,
projects those feelings
that you own.

Silent echoes in the air,
with every word that isn't shared.
Those words that hide, within your heart,
the ones that make you fall apart.
The sorrows that you once leaned on,
thank the Lord, for now there gone
There's sparrows singing, within my soul
as everything learns how to grow.

The magic of child's sweet smile,
the innocence within.
The light that they bring to our world
without a sin to sing.
Their reason and their wonder,
should never be ignored.
Lighting before the thunder,
rainbows as it pours.

Every day, sluicing into the next,
watching as the world gets vexed.
People asking questions,
beginning to stand up.
The world it is a changing child.
As I watch you grow up.

There's now communication,
between the voiceless masses.
The greed of some ,becoming clear
as time falls and passes.
People asking questions,
beginning to rise up.
I just want a safe world child.
As I watch you grow up.

Men will fight, they always have,
its written in the stars.
But they can't divide,
or try to hide.
The truth that's in our hearts.
Always ask those questions,
and son always stand up
for what is right, against what's wrong.
As I watch you grow up.

Autumns leaves fell heavy,
like the weight that fell upon your soul.
And I'm so sorry for you,
so sorry that I didn't know.
Words we shared together,
always looking, searching for that peace.
Something that's so hard to find,
I hope you have it now at least.

And all those words you left us,
your train of thought,
forever there.
The honesty within them,
will shine my friend,
forever there.

That honesty within you
  shines forever
with how you cared.





"Gonna miss ye buddy
You were a true light"
"God bless you and little Anais,
you'll be in my thoughts"

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