I’m dead now and you give me your tears,
Resting your head upon my still chest,
Soaking my already cold clothes with regret,
Chilling my rigid body as you sprawl over my breast,
Move forward several weeks to my cremation day,
And flowers adorn the coffin in which I sleep,
And pretty ribbons and rows of cards from all that I knew,
To try to cheer my darlings’ heart as she hides the times she weeps.

A friend made me cry tears of passion,
Tears of love,
A friend made me pray to the heavens,
And believe in life above,
She took me to her bedroom,
She took me to the floor,
She took me to a special place,
I'd never been there before,
I kissed her body from head to toe,
I kissed back up again,
She swallowed all i had to give,
She enjoyed the intense heat then,
I ate her body,
I made her ***,
I ate her sweetness,
I made her run through my fingertips,
Covering every inch of me,
I'll kiss her in the morning,
She wake to the naked sight of me.

(Song title from Sarah Vaughan’s catalogue,
by Walter Gross and Jack Lawrence)

Tenderly and soothingly,
I lay my head to rest,
Tenderly and soothingly,
I wish you all my best,
Tenderly and soothingly,
I put my pen away,
Tenderly and soothingly,
I kneel on down to pray,
Tenderly and soothingly,
I listen to the songs,
Tenderly and soothingly,
I know where I belong,
Tenderly and soothingly,
I look up to the sky,
Tenderly and soothingly,
I close my eyes and fly,
Tenderly and soothingly,
I dream so tenderly,
Tenderly and soothingly,
I invent history,
Tenderly and soothingly,
I sing my lullaby,
Tenderly and soothingly,
I bid you all goodbye.

The threatening shadow looms over us all,
As the bombs tumble down and the buildings fall,
A silence appears from the heart of a scream,
Where all we see are the tatters of a dream,
The sunshine is blocked by the raising flags,
And our friends are carried in blue body bags,
The birdsong has stopped having died its death,
The world has uttered the words “Macbeth!”

Vipera berus,
Even the name scares me,
But I shouldn’t fear,
For when they come near,
I’m assured they aren’t highly dangerous.

Vipera berus,
It bites but rarely kills,
Look for its zigzag,
Waving like a flag,
From Western Europe to Eastern Asia.

I'm sitting in the passenger seat of my limousine,
Waiting for the driver to open the door,
To greet the adoring crowd,
Screaming and singing and chanting my name aloud,
It's my party to celebrate my turning 21,
The moon is out, browned from the summer sun.

Stronger than my size assumes,
Small but powerful,
I climb,
I crawl,
I march in my regiment,
Never out of step.

Protected and protecting,
On parade,
See humans hunting us down,
We survive and outnumber,
They think they’re so tough,
I’ll thrive on my own terms,
Whatever the ground or soil.

Honey-making precious creature,
Gliding with the wind,
The sun shining against your radiant yellow,
Your black stripes warning of your sting,
Hear the gentle buzz of your melody,
Flower to flower,
Petal to rest upon,
And skies to dream upon the breeze,
Light is fading – time for home,
To the hive – to the queen of your heart.

Look at the cat resting on the roof of my garden shed,
Alert but at peace,
Never moving but always on the prowl,
As heavy as a leaf that gently blows along the breeze,
The mercy of nature brings me crashing to my knees,
Begging please.

He sees a bird, this gentle cat,
And follows closely with his eyes,
Then pounces and achieves the falcons demise,
His next meal is secured,
And happily he can rest again - alert and at peace,
All at once his future is assured,
And he bows his head to Mother Nature for the blessings of her creation.

A child beneath the stars held his teardrops in his hands,
And let them fall through his fingertips like the turning of the sands,
His mother had hurt him,
His father had cried,
And the anger was building,
Suppress it though he tried.

He moved toward the edge and leapt into eternity,
No more to be seen,
His mother now dreams of turning back the clocks,
His father wants a magic wand to reverse the trick,
The evil plan,
No explanation can ease the agony,
But the boy is free,
Close your eyes and see,
The boy is me.

You’ll find me, the African Buffalo, in swamps,
Floodplains, grasslands and forests of the mountains,
I eat the tall grasses and move on when they’re depleted,
Unpredictable as the water from a tumbling fountain,
I spar with other males to prove myself in charge,
My horns are down and the herd looks on in fascination,
As I show that I’m the strongest one around,
But rally the rest to protect my calf from devastation,
We graze and mob, mob and graze,
Mate and birth during rainy days,
I’m strong and proud, proud and strong,
In African sunshine life carries on.

Sifted like flour,
I’ve been removed from the good,
Discovered as bad,
Waited for hours,
‘Neath the cover of the hood,
Torn, lonely and sad.

Delicate,
Wings like patterned paper,
Reds, oranges and gold,
Yellows and greens in shades so bold,
Flicker like a fine flame,
Softly land upon my hand,
I want to feel you breathe,
Hear your thoughts of freedom,
Flutter by dear butterfly,
Flutter by.

Other cats can climb trees,
And stand high on branch catching the breeze,
But I make the wind rush,
So fast that the ground I barely brush,
Camouflaged in black spots,
I hide in the bush far from their shots,
I can’t roar but I growl,
I chirp, I stutter, I purr and yowl,
Then I run like a train,
And back to my home; safety again.

Our closest living relatives,
This ape is big and strong,
Long arms to gently sing or carry,
Walks on upright or on fours,
Its expressive face pierces my core.

Looking down the Christmas table,
I see my family laughing and smiling,
The picture of joy,
A friend on my right,
A sister on my left,
A lover in my heart.

Looking down the Christmas table,
I see my family eating and drinking,
The picture of life,
My ******* my right,
My brother on my left,
My parents in my heart.

Looking down the Christmas table,
I see my family hugging and kissing,
The picture of love,
My ******* my right,
My mother on my left,
My father in my heart.

In the waiting room,
Tick-tock,
Time drags its body slowly,
Hour after hour,
Tick-tock,
We wait and wait,
Wait and wait,
Until the doctor appears,
And covers his watch,
He announced time,
The time he stopped counting his clock,
Tick-tock,
Tick-tock,
Tick-----------------------

An outcast,
A creature we despise,
It looks so small and tiny,
And has gimlet eyes,
It stalks the drains and kitchens,
And scavenges in the night,
And climbs upon our plates of food,
Such an unwelcome sight.

The survivor,
Outlived the dinosaurs,
Pathetic creatures running from the sun,
We stayed safe in our wetland,
Feeling pretty clever, pretty grand.

We terrify,
Our teeth are sharp,
But we swim as smooth and silent as a harp,
I'm smiling,
Smiling at you.

Alone in a cottage a family are trembling,
Shaking and vacillating in fear,
They hear the heavy footsteps marching,
And the gunshots ring in their ears,
They peer through the curtains to view,
The hooded white robes setting their stomachs churning,
And the fires of hell flicker even closer,
How fearsome it is when the crosses are burning.

Apple tree growing tall,
Stoops down to kiss the grass,
Sees his roots,
Sees his fallen leaves,
Sees his cuts, his sap, his blood.

Apple tree growing tall,
Stoops down to see his pain,
See his life,
See his broken bark,
See his anguish, his demise.

You know that in the silence there is a volume of sound,
A whisper of the decadent falling to the ground,
Their jewels and their poise,
The china faces and steady stances crumbling to the floor of marble like broken toys,
A weeping victim now laughs at the corrupt as they fail,
Their alibis and cover-lies aren't fit for humans now.

They collapsed under the weight of deceit, that decadent class,
Of champagne flutes and crystal glass,
Now standard thrift-shop plastic beakers,
Stalking 'round in second hand sneakers,
No noise from the debauched, not a sound of relevance,
The bliss of watching it unfold, the descent of decadence.

An incredible feeling of pride,
A desperate sense of denial,
The difference?
An aching heart and a burning soul,
An empty shell, a vacant hole.

An incredible feeling of strength,
A desperate struggle to weakness,
The difference?
An aching mind and a flaming core,
An empty well, blood on the floor.

How relaxing to sit aboard a small row boat,
Amidst the wide blue ocean,
When suddenly from the salty depths,
There is a stiring potion,
Tiny rings of air are danced up to the surface,
And suddenly a fin appears,
That slender body and delicate stroke,
The kindest sight my eyes have encountered for years.

I live by the water,
This lake is my home,
My nymph is aquatic,
It doesn’t like to roam,
My legs are weak and fragile,
Walking I can’t do,
But my wings are powerful,
They carry me across the blue,
High in the trees I glide,
My length cuts through the air,
I speed above the picnickers,
They don’t know I’m there,
I’m a Yellow-winged Darter,
Sympetrum flaveolum to my friends,
Watch me as I whizz on by,
Down the river-bend.

Some believe in Santa Claus,
And some believe in God,
I believe in the Easter Bunny,
I know the path he trod.

He passes through many streets and towns,
Leaving, on his way,
Many eggs and gifts and sweets,
And games for all to play.

Easter comes but once a year,
Though its roots are divine,
We understand the joy he brings,
At this special time.

Here comes the Easter Bunny,
With his fluffy tail,
He dances through the countries,
Quickly, as careful as a snail.

Children run along the fields,
Searching behind each tree,
Looking under stones and rocks,
Looking in each cupboard,
Behind each padlock,
Wanting to find the treat thats hidden somewhere,
They know the adults stole away to hide them,
Chocolate eggs,
Bunny rabbits and tiny chicks roaming too,
Searching for the re-born future,
Promised from the moment of returning,
Looking under stones and rocks,
Looking in each cupboard,
Behind each padlock.

Walking to our death,
An endless search for a resting place,
Passing the bones of friends,
Scattered and devoured with no grace,
Although the path we tread is cruel,
We hold ourselves with enduring pride,
They can take our freedom and our tusks,
But we have dignity and elegance on our side.

I’ll wait for you in a vineyard of bliss,
In the ever-after,
I’ll sit among the clouds and save a special kiss,
In the ever-after,
Don’t dwell on all you’ve lost - I’ll give you all you miss,
In the ever-after.

In the ever-after we can make a world brand new,
In the ever-after we’ll be free in all we do,
In the ever-after I’ll be happy; I’ll be with you,
In the ever-after.

I’ll wait for you in an orchard of gold,
In the ever-after,
I’ll remember everything I was ever told,
In the ever-after,
I’ll be waiting here for you to melt and to hold,
In the ever-after.

Out across the open lakes I stare,
Transfixed by the colour,
Grace and dignity; relaxed with no cares,
Pink plumes could get no fuller.

A swan sparkling with more class,
The brightness against the barren African plain,
The power of the landscape is hard to pass,
But the ocean of pink alights the darkest of grain.

I'm green and happy,
Upon my lily pad,
Leaping to the side to rest,
And back to the water again,
Few troubles have I,
And here I shall stay,
Upon my lily pad,
I'm green and happy.

Watching the Panda resting,
Scorching in the southwestern sun,
China is a colourful place,
He eats the bamboo that grows with grace.

He's old now and has moved from the lowlands,
Farmers drove him from his safety,
He is endangered,
Docile and beautiful.

I watched from the mountain top,
My hair was moved by the breeze and my heart stopped,
I turned to see an Eagle taking flight,
Golden and vigorous as if bathed in sunlight,
Two metres of softest feather covered its precious wings,
I listened to its haunting call that in my ear did ring,
It glided like a kite but with sublime elegance,
It knew it was beautiful – it had that arrogance,
It strutted in the air like a man on a high,
That night I dreamt I was up there learning how to fly.

Celebrate,
Celebrate,
Celebrate the good times,
The birthdays,
Christmas Time,
New Year and Easter,
Under the tree with your chocolate eggs,
Wrapped in birthday paper,
As we watch the clock strike midnight,
The calender changes,
Celebrate,
Celebrate,
The good times,
The good times,
The good times.

I stood and watched from a safe distance,
A fabulous Silverback strides around,
The strong body and rippling muscles,
He dominates and leads his troop,
He makes the decisions,
He's old, mature and protective,
He's the leader of the pack,
He is respected.

I’m not a Cricket or a Locus,
We don’t even look the same,
My antennae are far shorter,
And my wings are pointless,
I jump…no…hop,
I hop from place to place,
I make a noise much sweeter,
And drive them all insane.

All the birds they want me,
And the Adders too,
But I’m much smarter than those fools,
They don’t get near me,
I’m not afraid for my life,
Though I don’t live long,
I know that I’m a leaper,
And I’d better hop along.

Lay flowers at the grave,
Where bones and dirt entwine,
No soul,
No life,
Nothing there but decay.

A place for me to cry,
Sit silent with my thoughts,
Ceaseless,
Pointless,
Alone with memories.

Wonder if you miss me,
As i rest below the tree,
Alone,
Afraid,
Empty as this bottle.

Out of my way,
I'm coming through,
Don't get to close,
I've got killer teeth for you,
I'll slice the water,
I'll smash your skull,
And eat you up,
I'll eat you whole.

Fixed and focused,
His steely glare is pinned on me,
I shake and stutter,
I stare away from him,
He pulls me like a magnet,
Back to his beam-like-eye,
He swoops,
He soars,
He dances with the tender clouds,
I'm fearful yet stand in awe.

Ancient,
Wallowing in filth,
A strong jaw,
And violent teeth.

I'm like a dinosaur,
But a modern form of beast,
I'm intelligent and brave,
But few are in the wild.

I could dive into your love,
And spread your lips with ease,
I could take you up to heaven,
You could take me where you please,
With all your might why don't you,
Hold my branch so tight,
And gently stroke the bark,
So i can stand upright.

I'll aim for the tunnel,
The honey-*** of gold,
And swoop with such tenderness,
Just like blue movies told,
I'll caress the upper mounds,
While down below I'll play,
We'll be the image of unity,
Like two statues erected in clay.

I'll spin you 'round to face the mirror,
With your back so kindly turned,
And deep into another cave,
You'll feel my spirited sword burn,
Like Mount Etna i shall erupt,
You are now down on your knees,
I'll spray over you my water,
Like the waves from violent seas.

You'll swiftly motivate your tongue,
To taste the salty drops,
As Etna starts to calm himself,
And the mighty eruption stops,
We, entwined like two vines,
Shall rest our throbbing hearts,
At peace, at ease, in loving times,
Like swans that never part.

Hummingbird:
Small,
Fast,
Beating wings,
Hovers,
Dashes,
Darts,
Pretty,
Clever,
True,
Cuts,
Darts,
­Dashes,
Hovers,
Beating wings,
Fast,
Small:
Hummingbird.

An Australian symbol,
A national treasure,
A fascinating creature,
That on the eye is a pleasure.

A pouch of safety for its young,
A place of warmth and love,
It stands tall in the heat,
Basking in the rays from up above.

I’m a falcon,
Now you’re scared,
I’m the one watching from right up there,
I watch and I float,
I wait for the time,
The moment to break and swoop in and bite.

A lizard is nice but spiders I love,
But they’re harder to see from ten metres above,
I prefer open country to cities and towns,
But some buildings make good nests away from the crowds,
I’m always noticed by human passers-by,
“Look at him go”, they say. “Ah!”, they cry.

They call me 'bear' but I'm not,
I live in the sub-tropics where it's hot,
I'm ash-coloured and cute but my claws can scratch,
I feast on the leaves in my local patch,
I don't travel far and i can be quite slow,
But i attract loving stares wherever i go.

Summer has arrived and I’m glistening,
Bathing in the radiant rays,
The gentle things I hear when I’m listening,
Enjoying the special, bright blue days,
The spots on my back look polished and shiny,
Like the car parked on your drive,
And my red-winged case to you looks tiny,
I’m in a dream and content to be alive.

(Song title from Michael Jacksons’ catalogue, by R. Temperton)

Eyes like deep pools of summer,
Lips the colour of red roses,
Skin like porcelain perfection,
Body that dreams are made on,
She’s the lady in my life,
Fantasy,
Safety from pain and strife.

Remember,
Play on bugler,
Remember,
Play on bugler,
Play on.

Coffin,
Swathed in the Union Jack,
And that haunting, heartbreaking tune,
That echoed once at break of moon,
The Last Post is played.

Coffin,
Swathed in the Union Jack,
And that eerie, elegant song,
Now echoes that things have gone wrong,
The Last Post is played.

Remember,
Play on bugler,
Remember,
Play on bugler,
Play on.

I’m the smallest of the four big cats,
Not many of us left,
They destroy our land and hunt us down,
All to build their useless towns,
I can travel at 36 miles per hour,
I’ll consume all that I hunt and catch with my power,
I don’t have spots like my Cheetah friend,
But rosettes of blackness and live 21 years from start to end.

See the light in their eyes,
As they realise they have grown,
Looking all around them to demonstrate,
Every little thing they've been shown,
Another year wiser,
Another day to enjoy,
It's a birthday carnival,
A festival of light,
See the sparkle as they grow,
See the diamonds in the know,
On their birthday filled with merriment,
See the light in their eyes,
Feeling heaven sent.