I recall a winter,
The sort of winter that freezes,
Lets the frost settle on a heart,
And everything dies.

I recall a springtime,
The sort of springtime that flowers,
Lets the bloom blossom in a mind,
And everything shines.

I recall an Autumn,
The sort of Autumn that crackles,
Lets the leaves shatter under foot,
And everything breaks.

I recall a summer,
The sort of summer that sparkles,
Lets the lake shimer in an eye,
And everything shines.

I remember my first,
One candle astride a cake,
Family panting and puffing,
Until the flame went clear,
Clapping and applauding,
My first birthday year.

I remember my second,
Two candles proud like the twin towers,
I was breathing and blowing,
Until the towers collapsed in tears,
Laughing and screaming,
My second birthday year.

I remember my ninth,
Nine candles arranged like a ballet,
Dancing flames quickly clamped down,
Until the flames were no more,
Eating and chatting,
My ninth birthday year.

I remember my twenty-first,
Two candles, each with a number, over-sized on the cake,
Burning brightly as I come of age,
Snuffed out like childhood,
Conversing and lying,
My twenty-first birthday year.

I won't remember my last,
No candles astride a cake,
No family to blow them out,
Or to buy them for me,
Isolated and frightened,
My last birthday year.

I spoke to Jesus,
He told me his plans,
To set Earth on fire,
Destroy every man,
I said, 'don't do it Jesus',
'That's the devil's call',
He said, 'we're one and the same',
And mankind's gonna fall.

I made love to him,
He made love to me,
We became one underneath the smiling moon,
Two men in each others arms,
We were just friends,
But a tender kiss created a fire,
That burnt into my soul,
I had to have you,
You wanted me to,
You had to have me,
I gave myself up for you,
I made love to you,
You made love to me.

I lost my mind demanding its place,
I lost my function and my will,
My will power,
My old flower,
My sweet's sour,
I can't cope with this.

I tried my soul in a courtroom,
I tried my disguise in public,
In the world,
In the shield,
In green fields,
I can't live this way.

A kiss on the cheek,
As your arms encircle me,
A loving embrace,
I would never change a moment,
It's bliss.

A hand through your hair,
The deep chocolate falling loose,
Biting my soft skin,
I could never think of swapping,
It's bliss.

My body is high,
As it lay beneath her own,
We're becoming one,
I will never move an instant,
It's bliss.

The passion is hot,
As we rest **** with the stars,
The hands that won't part,
I shall never lose memories,
It's bliss.

Rise from a nightmare,
To see you smiling in sleep,
A calm peaceful glee,
We can never change you and me,
It's bliss.

No other worldly words can describe my life with you,
It's bliss.

Counted my blessings and counted my days,
Looked to the stars shrouded in purple haze,
Ran the mile long walk so i'd win the race,
But desolation on every corner struck my face,
Such is the season of my breaking heart,
But you deny you're taking part,
In the sin of killing my soul,
And i find myself shaded by the cover of the hole,
I dug in deep and found myself some strength,
But you were right there hurting me at length,
Love can be an evil and twisted game,
And since you left me here alone - it's not been the same.

Have you seen the rabbits?
Look at them on the fields,
They are searching with the children,
Where are the eggs?
Where is the meaning?
Where's the Easter Bunny?
I see his trail,
I felt his tail,
And I know that Easter is here,
It's time,
It's time.

I want to kiss your lips,
Hold your body close,
I want to take you down,
Where the light won't show,
I want to rock you slow,
Make love through the night,
I want to but you don't.

I woke today and saw the frost,
It was perched on the rooftops,
The rooftops of every roof in town,
I saw the snow as it trickled down,
To the ground,
Fluttering sound.

I woke today and saw the frost,
It rests on the Christmas trees,
The trees decorated with baubles,
I saw the tinsel and the angel,
Christmas time,
This special time.

Possibilities,
Endless possibilities,
Adventures,
New beginnings,
A world of adventures to see,
A land of new beginnings to taste and to try,
The chimes of the clock rang aloud,
See the sunshine part the clouds,
January arrives and the chance to start over is here,
A new leaf,
Happiness with passion,
Happiness,
No fear.

I won't let Jesus find me,
I'll hide beneath the rocks,
The Devil he can bite me,
I'll ride astride the flames,
No heaven can define me,
I'll stand up to the God's,
No underworld can steal me,
I'll land upon my feet.

Jesus won't hold me,
Won't let him love,
Jesus won't find me,
Not from above.

(Song title from “Aspects of Love” by Lloyd Webber, Black and Hart)

I’ve been on a journey of a lifetime with her,
She held my hand and I gripped hers,
My lips caressed her neck as with daylight she began to stir.

I’ve been on a journey of a lifetime with her,
She touched my *** and I loved hers,
I never now want to return to the way that things once were.

Midway through the twelve month period,
The year,
We feel the rays peer down from heaven,
The world looks bright and clean,
The smiles on children's faces gleam,
Always hear the laughter,
Forget the ever-after,
And live in blissful harmony in the month of June,
It could never arrive a day too soon.

(Song title from Cassandra Wilson’s catalogue,
by Cassandra Wilson)

Leave me,
Chill me,
Break free of me,
That would be injustice,
Lock me,
Chain me,
Bind me to you,
That would be justice.

Take the words that, like venom, sting my ears,
Discard the taunts you use to hold me back,
Leave behind the poison that cripples me with fear,
I now find it hard to paint over the cracks,
Now you should just put a knife to my spine,
Dig it deep and paralyse, use my blood to disguise the shine.

He doesn't know,
Or doesn't care,
About how much i desire,
I want,
I need his embrace,
Like a window requires its lace.

I'm the window,
I am the glass,
Nakedly exposed to sun,
Honest,
Truthful and lustful,
Like a fool waiting for the fall.

(Song title from Michael Jacksons’ catalogue, by Michael Jackson)

Those voices inside my mind still talk,
They say the things I try not to believe,
But it’s harder to fight them off,
I no longer have the power,
The bottle, the needle, the powder,
So they never leave me alone,
Invade my safety,
And chill me - thin to the bone.

Draw the curtains,
Hold out the sun,
Leave me in a corner,
To live my shallow days.

Can't bear the sun,
Shut me away,
Guard me from the fire,
Don't leave me to the flames.

Take me from the eyes,
The evil, staring eyes,
Close me in a dark, cold room,
Where in a corner i may dwell,
Away from the judgment,
Away from the blame,
Inside this old cupboard,
Inside my own fame.

Turn down the lights,
Switch on the rain,
Throw me to the demons,
Let them punish my soul.

(Song title from The Beatles’ catalogue, by Lennon/McCartney)

Stop screaming at me!
It’s not my fault,
Let it be.

Stop stabbing my back!
I don’t need it,
Let it be.

Stop scaring my eyes!
Don’t cry no more,
Let it be!

(Song title from Lightnin’ Hopkins’ catalogue, by Whittaker)

He stalks the parks; staring; leering,
Smiling contented,
Hiding behind his façade of walking his dog,
He reveals his true darkness,
As around the roundabout he ambles and strolls,
Looking at the children in their innocent poses,
We crouches by a boy alone in the shadows,
A boy who is happy to sit down and doodle,
He tells this stalker “let me play with your poodle”,
The menace moves in.

A shining white beacon on such a black day,
Lighting up the heart from the coffin where you lay,
Delivering a positive feeling to all who kneel and pray,
A shining white beacon on such a black day.

I met you for coffee in a little café,
Little in size - Starbucks was its name,
It was the perfect place to act out my scene,
Of turning a friend into the lover of my dreams,
But i turned to a child and shied away,
As i held out my hand,
Cold winds pushed it my way.

If i told you i loved you, would you laugh in my face?
Or purchase more coffee to take us through time and space?
I lost myself in the scent of your smile,
And i stopped to ponder the magic for a while,
I'll never forget our stolen afternoon in a little café,
Where our flowers came full bloom.

The daily haste of London life,
The rush reluctantly calms,
Crowds begin to mingle,
Like the safety of a mothers arms.

A sense of peaceful abandonment,
An emptiness,
A hollow shell full of isolation,
A place of refusal,
Refusing closest consolation,
A moment in life of loneliness.

A time for that painful reflection,
For recalling,
A crowded mind with nothing to think of,
A place to see your face,
See your face whatever I dream of,
A flash of time in life; loneliness.

Looking forward to Friday,
That is when we next shall meet,
In a café or at a movie,
In my mind or on the street.

Looking forward to Monday,
That is when we next shall hold,
In an embrace or in a muddle,
In my home far from the cold.

I'll sneak up behind you,
No sound,
No noise,
Plant my lips on your neck,
Pull you close,
Make you a wreck.

This is my love bomb.

I'll lay you on my bed,
Undress,
Disrobe,
Press my skin to yor breast,
Feel your warmth,
Enter you; guest.

This is my love bomb.

I'll move deep inside you,
Tightness,
Magic,
Sink my teeth in your spine,
Hear you scream,
Relax; its fine.

This is my love bomb.

This is my love...

...

...

...

...

...bomb.

(Song title from Dinah Washington’s catalogue,
by Coward)

I’m mad about the boy who wrapped me,
Wrapped me round his finger,
He pulls the string and I come,
He knows I’ll continue to linger.

He says he loves the girl he’s dating,
He’s dating her to conceal the truth,
It hurts to be loved and tossed aside,
Aside to the wings; kept waiting.

I’m mad about the boy who hurts me,
Hurts me with his control,
Barks his order – I obey,
Allow the destruction of my soul.

Made up,
Disguised in a trance,
Pushed on,
Entered in a fear,
Laughed at.

Made up,
Disguised in a dance,
Pushed on,
Entered with a sneer,
Laughed at.

Spring has sprung,
The flowers start to grow,
The smell of freshly cut grass fills my soul,
The reason for my passion comes full circle and is whole,
I search in my gardens and i search among the breeze,
I look down at my life from the branch of the tallest tree,
I hear the faintest chirping from a newly hatched egg,
A tiny little bird tries to find its legs,
As it starts to walk a butterfly takes flight,
Declaring 'March is here, come enjoy the sights'.

I'm marked by the laughter,
I'm marked by the tears,
I'm marked by the seasons,
I'm marked by the years.

My heart is a flower,
Trying to grow,
My heart; it is learning,
The pain it shouldn't know.

31 days in which to live for the second,
A second chance to start over,
To come full bloom like the buds that have opened,
Emerald is the birthstone,
There's no need to be alone,
When the passion and heart of May grows,
Put on a new face, don some new clothes,
Explore the world in comfortable heat,
Before the indolent summer sun begins to find its feet.

I pass through the gates of heaven,
And bow my weary head,
And pray he’ll forgive the muddy path I trod,
On the day I met with God.

I pass through the fires of hell,
And hide my bloodshot eyes,
And hope he’ll see that my pathway could straighten,
The day I met with Satan.

Meisha, can it ever be?
A love shared by two,
Nothing's more special,
Nothing's more divine,
If only you'd, my sweet, be mine.

Meisha, can it ever be?
A love we commit,
Nothing can be wrong,
Nothing can be bad,
Because our love, my love, is glad.

(Song title from “Cats” by Lloyd Webber, Nunn and Eliot)

I recall the day the sun faded with golden haze,
Leaving a mist of inner peace upon the sky,
The clouds’ lining of silver were bright fire-red; ablaze,
This is a memory that haunts me and I begin to cry,
The horsemen of the apocalypse sent me to a daze,
I reminisce in fear about the day I thought I’d die.

Show mercy,
Help us heal the pain,
Take us to a paradise,
Lead us from the rain,
Have mercy.

We lay beneath the moonlit sky,
And count down the minutes,
Until we enter the millennium,
Together and whole,
Body and soul.

We lay beneath the moonlit cloak,
And enjoy the seconds,
Before we cross to the millennium,
Forever as one,
No troubles - none.

Sixty seconds,
A framework,
A skeleton of time,
Sixty seconds,
A blueprint,
A skeleton of time,
Sixty seconds,
A minute,
A skeleton of time.

(Monday's child is fair of face.)

A beam of sunlight hits my eyes,
I wake to the sound of a bird,
The chirping travels through the beam,
And echoes to all my senses,
I'm alive once again on this tender Monday morn.

I cross across the marble floor to where the day awaits,
And see the children laughing at the foot of the garden,
The sound resounds, rebounds from the marble ground,
And makes its way through my nerves,
I'm alive once again in this gentle Monday dawn.

Day of the moon,
Leaves the week too soon,
Day of the moon,
Leaves the week too soon,
Day of the moon.

(Song title from Michael Jacksons’ catalogue, by Michael Jackson)

Numb the pain,
Take the feeling away,
I can’t suffer anymore,
Give me morphine.

Shut it out,
Take the pain and hurt down,
I can’t take it anymore,
Give me morphine.

Still my heart,
Cool the red hot fires,
Let me not breathe anymore,
Give me morphine.

I picture a lady in silver,
Floating and flowing high above us,
She waves her magic wand,
Mystical things happen.

A bird is given a voice to sing his morning song,
She gave a sixth sense to know when something's wrong,
She watches as mankind grows and grows,
She endures the machinery with its fatal blows,
She decides when things must change,
The time will come when she alters her range,
An eruption or ice-age,
A powerful turning of the page,
Mother Nature always has the final say,
The lady in silver is the ruler of our days.

I picture a lady in silver,
Floating and flowing high above us,
She waves her magic wand,
Mystical things happen.

A cycle of emotions that I don’t comprehend,
One feeling has passed and another descends,
From anger to sadness to fear and frustration,
To loneliness and madness, grief and devastation,
You lose a friend, a lover, a child, a relation,
The feelings of mourning create horrid sensations,
I’m chilled to the bone by my feelings of hurt,
I kneel and pray with my hands buried in dirt,
I try to drag you from the ground back to my side,
The soil is sludge from every blue tear I’ve cried,
As I cope with missing you someone else will depart,
I hope I’m prepared in my heart; prepared for the cycle to start.

Ultimate preservation,
A cleansing of the spirits,
Keeping a pure soul intact,
Bandaged but unhealed,
Bandaged but mortal.