I've been around long enough to know
That a good man's word ain't as good as gold,
No matter what he says;
But there are exceptions.
I'm not one.

Well I've been waiting for while on a comeback line,
Avoiding the sting of a bottle of rye.
Come on,
Whatd'ya say?
Let's put the blues away.

Cause when your out of heart,
You need some hope to start
To learn to love again.
You need someone to step out on faith,
No matter what you've done;
To be given a chance
To live at last.

The wide, wild sky will be open to possiblity
When the time is right,
And you let it be.
You've got trust
To be trusted again.
You can't grip your heartache tight
Like a pillow in the night,
If you want to feel the sun.

This is the age of forgiveness,
And to be a fool,
To take a chance,
And for love, too.

This is is the age of angels.
You can see them comimg
From out of the sky
To chase the loneliness
Back into the shadows.

This is the age of internal light,
Not to play it cool,
To take some risks
With your heart, too.

I've been around a block or a few,
And I've learned of little things that a man can do
To get out of himself.
Some maybe perfect,
But I'm not one.

I've been thinking bout getting on time,
Getting in step with the pretty eyes,
Come on,
Whatd'ya say,
And you can have your way.

I surrender to you tonight,
I give myself to your loving light.
I'm yours to love again.
I need you to take a leap of faith
No matter what we've gone.
Let's give ourselves a chance
To live at last.

The wide, wild sky will be open to possiblity
When the time is right,
And you let us be.
You've got trust
To be trusted again.
You can't grip your heartache tight
Like a pillow in the night,
If you want to feel the sun.

This is the age of forgiveness,
And to be a fool,
To take a chance,
And for love, too.

This is is the age of angels.
You can see them comimg
From out of the sky
To chase the loneliness
Back into the shadows.

This is the age of internal light,
Not to play it cool,
To take some risks
With your heart, too.

Can't you see the future now?
I can.
I can see the meadow beyond this fence
That I built on mistakes,
And we went wrong ever since.
But that was then,
And this is now.
Love is how.

The wide, wild sky will be open to possiblity
When the time is right,
And you let love be.
You've got trust
To be trusted again.
You can't grip your heartache tight
Like your pillow in the night,
If you want to feel the sun.

This is the age of forgiveness,
And to be a fool,
To take a chance,
And for love, too.

This is is the age of angels.
You can see them comimg
From out of the sky
To chase the loneliness
Back into the shadows.

This is the age of internal light,
Not to play it cool,
To take some risks
With your heart, too.

think about a dog that gets beaten with a stick
everyday, for quite some time.
think about the way it feels,
to have someone who cared
show how much they don't.  
think about the way dog changes in time (cause it does)
think about the fear brewing in it
and the trust that will no longer exist.
it's been a while now, dog is in a new home, cared for and loved.
think about dog seeing a stick again
think about it's reaction
the pain, the fear -it's all comimg back now
think about it
how do you think it'll react?

Hang your head in darkest shame.
Allow your hair to blow gently in the wind.
Tighten the binds holding you together.
Step up to the rope.
Look at your sins, they finally pulled up.
Feel the unsteady plank beneath your feet.
***** and bare, your exposed.
Helpless, the rope is around your neck.
Consumed by guilt and shame.
Gasp as everything beneath you falls.
Silence.
Your lifeless body sways peacfully in the wind.
It was comimg, you saw it, this brutal end
No longer can you play this bitter game of pretend.

A witches brew forget what you knew about what you knew.
Summer heat comimg down to Haight street.
Black leather. Huey P.

***** South..coming round.
The lottery for your vacation in the Mekong Delta

Power to the people  wattstacks.. love generations birthday.
Coast to coast conflagration.
Burn baby.
The Hearst chronicles
         Apollo flew from the Cape.
Kennedy casket draped for
a procession.
Economic depression.......

Tick. Tick  Tick.

Its not knowing whats comimg next
That’s the scariest part
To be completely unaware
Of what might happen next
But don’t think
Why should it matter what happens next
It will pass eventually
Youll get through
Just Keep your head down
Don’t ask questions
That takes time
We don’t have time
We need to get to tomorrow already
The days need to pass faster
But why?
Why do we push and push for the end of the week
Only to start another one
But hey
Try to escape from all the mess
Just once in a while
get away
your crazy mind needs a break
So just leave
Exit
And join another world
Just for a little while
Breathe
Then come back and worry about the little things that we stress
And stress
And stress over
Oh and its ok
The unknown is ok
It makes life scary
Sometimes life is scary
And that’s ok
Its ok

Sugar tips, ain't your heart sweet enough.
Biting and bruising in between sheets, no need to be playing it rough.

Your words are of unspoke,
Gripping on your breath I stole from your lips. The essence of your throat.

Kiss as long as we may,
Stealing the words from your mouth you wish to say.

Between foreign lips to my tongue,
I pray not for your bite back doing my own lip harm.

At the ease of embrace,
Pulling closer to feel textures of her beauty's face.

Lips comimg close to be of one,
Tasting of your taste in my mouth, before reaching your tongue.

We fell into a kiss.

Thought I was done but I’m in pain
I feel the same as that day I was 13
Still remember just what you said
“I’ll be here right when you need it”
“I’ll be there” NO DONT REPEAT IT
“Save my number know that I mean it”
I’m you father don’t have a reason
So you just took a stand?
What
You feel like a man?
My *****
Was that the plan?
To act like I’m a fan
You on the way?
Promise you’re comimg”
Can you stay?
Or were you fronting?
Just to say that “I’ve done it”
Just to say that “it’s nothing”
When really it was something
Something big filled with purpose
I ashamed how it’s hurting
I’m just a little girl
Wandering in this big *** world
Im feeling strange
Write me a brand new page
Bro this chapters too long
I’ve been reading this **** for days
Can’t understand just what it says
Can you read me my line
Sorry just one of those days
You know
Or maybe not
I have a new thought
It’s been a long month
And a hell of a year
I’ve shed too many tears
A ringing in my ear
To cover this little fear
Like death is eerily near
I lost my father just last year
Well not my father really
More like an outer demon
You know like inner demons
But this one you can see and
And this one you’ve believed in
Think about everything and
I see you in those dreams when
I dream of everything and
I need to take a drink and
Don’t think that you’re the reason
I think the way I think cause
You’re gone now i see its
Not new but you’re six feet so
Couldn’t prepare for where that would go
On the highway n not driving slow
Motorcycle and no helmet on
You seen that semi and you sped up bro
Until you crashed and your brain stopped real slow
I shouldn’t cry over a man I don’t know
But man sometimes you really gave us a show
We never thought that’d be the day that you go
So now I’m fading slow

little tiny fleas
may show love too
with biting….

often the cold weather comimg
kills them and hopefully all

though i do not wish creatures

to die and why the double space?

my family had cats until they had none
vowed to never have no more

it seems the other night a mewing came
at the back door. betty

all the tasks were done, looking for the owners
googling what to do , denying entry

then

they fed it, looked out for it, let it in
the kitchen only so far
cuddled it
named it betty

they said they did not want another cat
what about the birds
then they named it betty

black

odd that we enjoy the differing colours of creatures
yet some have an issue with that of fellow folk

6.44am strong winds
my cat out
hope that betty
does not blow away

That cold dark room,the bed which I lay
Keeps searching for that day
Speaks to me
Yes, I am comimg for you

Snow these days have heated up
Breeze lost the direction
Cars slowed down
Time moving fast.

Maybe that one day
Where the dreams may come true
And If you wont be there
So down and blue.

Still eyes are opened
To look onto the windows of the metro
Hoping Sun rises everyday
But the heart says 'let me go'

one project is comimg along nicely down the garden

ripping the ivy off the pigsty hair ******* from the dirt

eyeing the next task, preparing the mind on
one step at a time

so far we have come

me with that and the outside lav
her with a scullery
very retro chic yet
maybe is just that we have old houses

history

i diary tasks then let them stew so
ideas come for the doing

they call it logistics i think that sounds like maths

you possibly say math all singular james

the news came yesterday and she saw it live
while i was working

it hit me at two thirty that we get more freedom
to excercise from monday, more than once a
day

it hit me

thought i had been fine with it all
then the delight hit me hard………..

real hard james
so have diaried
that for monday
two walks

that diary
if you could see it
lists and tasks

numbers and notes

thoughts of the future
how things may change

may have to change james

twig ladder

 

notes:-

 

( he is a famous scuptor
lives in blaenau
i visited
eyed the ladders he made

how much are they?

how much !!

years later, years i tell thee

i plan to make one
myself )