They come with their news, and their views
They swamp you with dire predictions
Say you can’t win but you’ll lose
If you listen to all their convictions
This world’s a bad place, well oh dear
We’ve fallen from grace so we hear
But I see the sky in the mornings
I hear birds singing their songs
Soon a new day is dawning
Won’t spend that day living in fear
They say if you try harder it’s good
They say work much longer; you should
There’ll be more industry
More for you,  more for me
But all I can see are the trees
The flowers the bees and the honey
I should know my place, well oh dear
But all they can think of is money
So why should I heed all their warnings
And spend my life living in fear

It’s a mere inconvenience
That we shouldn’t meet
Can’t meet in the flesh
But our memories stay fresh
I can see you any day
You don’t live far away
And we wave, we smile
Sharing joy in one another
We talk on the ‘phone
Talk all day ‘till the cows come home
We exchange pictures and films
All that stuff to keep connected
Like a new young lover
You leave flowers at my door
Bouquets; treated like a bride
I wish you could come inside
Somehow it’s not the same
Why do I feel neglected?
Ah.......the flesh is weak
I’m missing you each time we speak

As we meandered down memory lane
You recaptured the ghost of your smile
Tonight the real you emerged
Loving, intuitive
We parted with reluctant goodbyes
The medication granted us this......
Tonight we kissed.
For one last time I knew you
The thought is like heady wine
Tonight.........
And only for tonight.......
You were mine

There are ladders to the soul so they say
Pathways to the Gods; but fears get in the way
There are ladders to unwind, weaving upwards through the mind
To climb these ladders first get past your head
Your head is filled with subterfuge and shame
You wake up every morning and your mind is just the same
Your soul knows no stain, has no notion
Of why you think as you do, it’s an ocean
Of true self, ego free and timeless
Overflowing love, sincerity and kindness

There are saints and there are sinners
There are losers, there are winners
Then there’s me, then there’s you
When we envy, when we’re mean
There are stools we fall between
We fall straight through
That is me, that is you
Not really bad, we are trying
Not really good, until we’re dying
Saints and sinners from the start
Repeating lies by heart
That’s what we do
To get us through
Diving down into the depths
To bury sorrows and regrets
There’s always more
Left on the shore
For the saints and all the sinners
The losers and the winners
Don’t have a clue
Like me and you
We muddle through.....

That’s what we do

Spare me a dream faery man
Spare me a dream faery woman
Bake me a ginger bread cottage
Weave wishes to bind with the dough
With icing as white as the snow

Cut me a thread faery man
Sew me a seam faery woman
Bind with the blossom in May
Pink as the rose, soft as the lamb
To wind round the bed where I lay

Write me a poem faery man
Faery woman sing me your love
Casting your light, by the waxing of moon
Set words to music and play me a tune
To brighten my heart all the day

So spare me a dream faery man
Spare me a dream faery woman
Bake me a ginger bread cottage
Weave wishes to bind with the dough
With icing as white as the snow

There are little tiny Muselings playing in my head
They whisper in my ear and follow me to bed
Into my soul they gently creep, singing ‘till I fall asleep
Morning finds me filled with wonder and delight
My eyes can only see the magic of the night
What should I do? Blessed with all this beauty
To my own heart be true; an honour not a duty

To
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Pick up my pen and write