He broke the world
to suit his aims
that anyone
should be so vain
lies beyond
a point of shame
that I can comprehend
another
smiling, crawling fake
who lacks the morals
of a snake
one day the world
will awake
to bring this nonsense to its end.
In my dream
we found the lake at sunset
the light like stained glass
behind the whispering trees
in my dream
the shining water’s ripples
refracted upon your skin
and imagination seized
in my dream
the world hummed a bossanova
each note would wet my lips
with the song of our kiss
in my dream
the dance we danced consumed
and with every passioned step
heartbeat’s almost missed
in my dream
we became one after dark
the fresh spring night
our blanket sheets
in my dream
you dreamed me too
so we’d wake to morning’s touch
and make both dreams complete.
hilarious vicarious
licking lolly ice
melancholic alchoholic
eating chocolate mice
i sat inside a sugar puff
to soak up all the honey
I would have been his bit of rough
but the monster had no money
banging hanging gardens
blasting bass and drums
i’d have played along on bongos
if I’d not broke my thumbs
winter turned
yet still the snow remains
waiting to be washed away
by the scattered April rains
and in my seasons
I can only think of you
and how your kiss
inspires me to everything I do
Be sure to write your love songs on bananas
cos kiwis dont go easy on your pen
and if you make a mistake with your feelings
you can peel the thing and start over again.
the conscience of my childhood daze
was played on wooden spoons
by happy wooly spiders
itsybitsying cross the room
the form it took, a ballad pure
sung in sunny smiles
and if your hair is flared enough
i’ll sing it for a while…
ohhhhhh…
don’t put your hand in the fire
and never jump off a house
and if it’s long life you aspire
be sure not to swallow a mouse
don’t pull a face in a windstorm
and never eat cakes in the rain
but get out of the bath ‘fore the plug’s pulled
or you’re bound to be sucked down the drain.
sha la la la lee.
I want to be that certain quirk
you aren’t afraid of showing
that naughty little secret
you don’t mind people knowing
the head shaking embarrassment
which makes you blush bright red
the silly rather risque joke
you can’t believe you said.
Oh we were the bright young things
back when the world began
each oyster promised precious pearls
into the sun we ran
fresh faced in our certainty
of eternal summer’s days
before the autumn winds began
and we went our seperate ways.
You can never go home again
or so the wise men say
this world keeps moving on
and my land is Yesterday
I shipped over the oceans
into a bright new day
tomorrow knows no borders
and my land is yesterday
let us sing of fancy fish
which dance around our dreams
and hold our thrall for hours
or so it always seems
oh let us sing of dining mice
feasting fat on cheese
riding round in horsedrawn traps
to save their creaky knees
and let us sing of big fat cows
a filled with milky cream
chewing cuddy bubble gum
upon the village green
then let us end our song like this
before the sun’s away
and curl up in a bundle
to sleep away the day.
