And now I am stronger
The memories no longer
Enough to keep my feet upon the ground,
For the lesson that you taught me
And the misery you brought me
Weren't enough to stop me turn myself around.
I'll beat you at the game
That you tried to play,
I'll make you rue the day
That you walked away,
Cos nobody, but nobody,
Behaves that way with me.
Now I'm not so prone to fooling
And my temper isn't cooling,
Revenge is just the sweetest thing I've known.
I'm not really out to get you
I'd quite happily forget you
But I want to show you quite how much I've grown.
I'll beat you at the game
That you tried to play,
I'll make you rue the day
That you walked away,
Cos nobody, but nobody,
Behaves that way with me.
Time won't stop for anyone
And memory's a loaded gun,
But I'm not about to turn and shoot myself.
Now my heart's no longer bleeding
You're an open book for reading
But I'd rather put you back up on the shelf.
[Note: no date on this other than a vague year]
Thursday, 31 July 2014
Wednesday, 30 July 2014
1988-02-25: Thursdays
I've learnt the knack of coping
With those Monday morning blues,
Tuesday simply follows on
And Wednesday's half way through,
Friday marks the end
Of the standard working week,
But I never could get the hang of Thursdays.
Life is never easy,
It often seems unfair,
And trials and tribulations
Are enough to cause despair,
But though there are some days
When things are really not so bad
I never could get the hang of Thursdays.
So when the sky is sunny
But you feel a drop of rain,
And the lift up to the eighteenth floor
Has broken down again,
If the door that's always open
Just slammed shut in your face,
It must be Thursday.
With those Monday morning blues,
Tuesday simply follows on
And Wednesday's half way through,
Friday marks the end
Of the standard working week,
But I never could get the hang of Thursdays.
Life is never easy,
It often seems unfair,
And trials and tribulations
Are enough to cause despair,
But though there are some days
When things are really not so bad
I never could get the hang of Thursdays.
So when the sky is sunny
But you feel a drop of rain,
And the lift up to the eighteenth floor
Has broken down again,
If the door that's always open
Just slammed shut in your face,
It must be Thursday.
1988-09-15: Cover me
Cover me with kisses
A blanket of desire,
Wrap me in your loving,
Warm me with your fire,
Fill my every moment
With laughter and with tears,
Help me see the future
And conquer all my fears.
A blanket of desire,
Wrap me in your loving,
Warm me with your fire,
Fill my every moment
With laughter and with tears,
Help me see the future
And conquer all my fears.
1988-06-30: Fire side
Dark, dingy corner
By the fire's side
With dog lying
In coiled content
At master's feet
In fitting end
To a hard day's toil,
While glowing deeds
Are retold
In eager reminiscence,
And lazy smoke
Trails ribbons
Across the room.
By the fire's side
With dog lying
In coiled content
At master's feet
In fitting end
To a hard day's toil,
While glowing deeds
Are retold
In eager reminiscence,
And lazy smoke
Trails ribbons
Across the room.
Tuesday, 29 July 2014
1988-05-10: Old days
Old days,
Fine ways,
Remembered through
A drunken haze.
Sights seen,
Places been,
In hindsight
Nothing but a dream.
Fine ways,
Remembered through
A drunken haze.
Sights seen,
Places been,
In hindsight
Nothing but a dream.
1988-05-03: Ask me no questions
Ask me no questions
I'll tell you no lies,
There's love on my lips
While the truth's in my eyes.
I'll read you a story,
I'll tell you a tale,
Though my body's on offer
My heart's not for sale.
So take what I give you
And don't ask for more,
As long as we're allies
We'll make love not war.
I'll tell you no lies,
There's love on my lips
While the truth's in my eyes.
I'll read you a story,
I'll tell you a tale,
Though my body's on offer
My heart's not for sale.
So take what I give you
And don't ask for more,
As long as we're allies
We'll make love not war.
Monday, 28 July 2014
1988-04-07: Token Rebellion
I dress
As society asks,
I live
As society says,
I work
From nine to five,
And keep
Myself to myself.
I don't spike my hair
Or live off the state,
I'm a normal civilian
Make no mistake,
But hidden deep
So nothing shows,
A token rebellion,
I paint my toes.
So I say
What society wants me to,
And I always
Look the other way,
I walk
The way society tells me to,
And I live
To see another day.
I've got somewhere to go
And I can pay my own way,
I'm no misfit or drop-out,
I know the right games to play
But hidden deep
Inside my mind
I know that I'll never
Be one of your kind.
As society asks,
I live
As society says,
I work
From nine to five,
And keep
Myself to myself.
I don't spike my hair
Or live off the state,
I'm a normal civilian
Make no mistake,
But hidden deep
So nothing shows,
A token rebellion,
I paint my toes.
So I say
What society wants me to,
And I always
Look the other way,
I walk
The way society tells me to,
And I live
To see another day.
I've got somewhere to go
And I can pay my own way,
I'm no misfit or drop-out,
I know the right games to play
But hidden deep
Inside my mind
I know that I'll never
Be one of your kind.
1988-04-06: Not Like This
I wanted to hear you say you loved me,
I wanted to see you smile,
I wanted to wake with you beside me
And know you'd stay for a while.
But not like this,
Like a thief in the night.
But not like this,
Always second best.
But not like this,
Lying to your face.
But not like this,
Behind your back.
I wanted to be beside you always,
I wanted to be the one,
I wanted to trust you, love you, want you,
To win the race I've run.
But not like this,
Like a thief in the night.
But not like this,
Always second best.
But not like this,
Lying to your face.
But not like this,
Behind your back.
I wanted to have the strength to leave you,
I wanted to say goodbye,
To turn my back on what you've been to me,
I wanted to walk away.
But not like this,
Like a thief in the night.
But not like this,
Always second best.
But not like this,
Lying to your face.
But not like this,
Behind your back.
I wanted to see you smile,
I wanted to wake with you beside me
And know you'd stay for a while.
But not like this,
Like a thief in the night.
But not like this,
Always second best.
But not like this,
Lying to your face.
But not like this,
Behind your back.
I wanted to be beside you always,
I wanted to be the one,
I wanted to trust you, love you, want you,
To win the race I've run.
But not like this,
Like a thief in the night.
But not like this,
Always second best.
But not like this,
Lying to your face.
But not like this,
Behind your back.
I wanted to have the strength to leave you,
I wanted to say goodbye,
To turn my back on what you've been to me,
I wanted to walk away.
But not like this,
Like a thief in the night.
But not like this,
Always second best.
But not like this,
Lying to your face.
But not like this,
Behind your back.
1988-03-21: Last chance for a dance
Even though you've said
You'll ring or maybe write,
That I'll definitely hear
Though you're not quite sure when
Or where you'll see me next,
I look deep into your eyes,
Beyond where you can lie,
And know without a doubt
It's my last chance for a dance.
You can say you love me
And that you hate to say goodbye
As much as I do
At the station in the pouring rain,
But something within me
Knows that however much
Undying devotion you declare,
I won't see you again.
So it's my last chance for a dance.
As the evening closes
And our eyes meet and meld
In the mutual appreciation
Of strangers falling in lust,
I hear the cars arrive outside,
The DJ winds the evenings up
And turns the music down,
And tells us what we all know:
It's our last chance for a dance.
You'll ring or maybe write,
That I'll definitely hear
Though you're not quite sure when
Or where you'll see me next,
I look deep into your eyes,
Beyond where you can lie,
And know without a doubt
It's my last chance for a dance.
You can say you love me
And that you hate to say goodbye
As much as I do
At the station in the pouring rain,
But something within me
Knows that however much
Undying devotion you declare,
I won't see you again.
So it's my last chance for a dance.
As the evening closes
And our eyes meet and meld
In the mutual appreciation
Of strangers falling in lust,
I hear the cars arrive outside,
The DJ winds the evenings up
And turns the music down,
And tells us what we all know:
It's our last chance for a dance.
Sunday, 27 July 2014
1988-02-24:As Night Grows Old
I'll stay awake for you tonight
And fight fatigue and lethargy,
To see the new day creeping in
With you in silence.
We've talked of everything beneath the sun
And a few more things besides,
So there are no more words left to say
With you in silence.
The empty coffee cups mark time
Across the wakeful night,
Evidence of time I've spent
With you in silence.
There's things I know I want to say
But the words escape and flee.
So I'm sitting here as night grows old
With you in silence.
The record's worn into a groove,
The gas fire's sounding tired,
But we'll outlast them, wait and see,
With you in silence.
[Note: of course the record groove reference dates this.... not quite the same effect if a CD or MP3 is playing]
And fight fatigue and lethargy,
To see the new day creeping in
With you in silence.
We've talked of everything beneath the sun
And a few more things besides,
So there are no more words left to say
With you in silence.
The empty coffee cups mark time
Across the wakeful night,
Evidence of time I've spent
With you in silence.
There's things I know I want to say
But the words escape and flee.
So I'm sitting here as night grows old
With you in silence.
The record's worn into a groove,
The gas fire's sounding tired,
But we'll outlast them, wait and see,
With you in silence.
[Note: of course the record groove reference dates this.... not quite the same effect if a CD or MP3 is playing]
1987 Dec: Deja Vu
I've seen you before,
But only in my dreams
Or the corner of my eye.
When I turn
You're never there
And I am alone
With nothing but a sense of deja vu.
Across a crowded room
You look straight into my eyes,
A stranger who I recognise,
But you're always with
Some other girl
And I'm still left
With nothing but a sense of deja vu.
When I have to stand
And watch you walk away
I know you won't be back.
So I bite my lip
And wipe my tears
And start again
With nothing but a sense of deja vu.
But only in my dreams
Or the corner of my eye.
When I turn
You're never there
And I am alone
With nothing but a sense of deja vu.
Across a crowded room
You look straight into my eyes,
A stranger who I recognise,
But you're always with
Some other girl
And I'm still left
With nothing but a sense of deja vu.
When I have to stand
And watch you walk away
I know you won't be back.
So I bite my lip
And wipe my tears
And start again
With nothing but a sense of deja vu.
Saturday, 26 July 2014
1987 Nov: Black
Some people say I'm boring
Because I dress in black
They say that as a colour
It has a certain lack.
No variety or interest,
No verve or vibrancy,
Are they really all so blind
That they truly can not see?
It's a rainbow full of nightlight,
A myriad of shares,
It's a colour deep and lilting
Besides which others fade.
Because I dress in black
They say that as a colour
It has a certain lack.
No variety or interest,
No verve or vibrancy,
Are they really all so blind
That they truly can not see?
It's a rainbow full of nightlight,
A myriad of shares,
It's a colour deep and lilting
Besides which others fade.
1987-01-13: Got me wrong
You've got me wrong,
I'm not going for a song,
You can't sweet talk me,
I just want to be free.
No more fetters, no more ropes,
Not even you can squash my hopes,
Tie my feet to the ground,
My head's in the clouds,
I'm gonna go as far
As I'm allowed.
I've got it right,
At last I've seen the light,
No one's in the way but me,
If I want, I will be free.
No more nice guys. no more creeps,
This time I won't be the one that weeps,
I'll not be caged
Like I'm in the zoo,
I'm gonna get out
And I'm gonna get you.
[Note: kind of interesting to write this one up as it appeared to be about ignoring the normal boundaries and yet stuck in the middle as "as far as I'm allowed" !!]
I'm not going for a song,
You can't sweet talk me,
I just want to be free.
No more fetters, no more ropes,
Not even you can squash my hopes,
Tie my feet to the ground,
My head's in the clouds,
I'm gonna go as far
As I'm allowed.
I've got it right,
At last I've seen the light,
No one's in the way but me,
If I want, I will be free.
No more nice guys. no more creeps,
This time I won't be the one that weeps,
I'll not be caged
Like I'm in the zoo,
I'm gonna get out
And I'm gonna get you.
[Note: kind of interesting to write this one up as it appeared to be about ignoring the normal boundaries and yet stuck in the middle as "as far as I'm allowed" !!]
Friday, 25 July 2014
1986: Thoughts
It's funny that
After all these years
Of insecurities
And illogical fears,
That I should think
The same of you
And feel the way
I used to do.
After all these years
Of insecurities
And illogical fears,
That I should think
The same of you
And feel the way
I used to do.
1986-01-16: so many ways
So many ways
To say goodbye,
So many days
To say farewell,
But not to go
Without a sign
Or just one more
Final au'voir.
I can't restrain,
But if you go
Please let it be
With love.
To say goodbye,
So many days
To say farewell,
But not to go
Without a sign
Or just one more
Final au'voir.
I can't restrain,
But if you go
Please let it be
With love.
1985/6: it isn't right
It isn't right
For them to see
Everything
'Tween you and me.
Certain things
Should not be told,
However brave,
However bold.
But secret kept
Those moments shared
With heart and soul
And body bared.
With no one else
But us to know
And with signs
And signals show.
For them to see
Everything
'Tween you and me.
Certain things
Should not be told,
However brave,
However bold.
But secret kept
Those moments shared
With heart and soul
And body bared.
With no one else
But us to know
And with signs
And signals show.
These are my friends....
These are my friends,
I owe them nothing
But they mean everything to me.
These are my songs,
They mean nothing to you
But they are my life and soul.
[Notes: "These are my friends" was a form of introduction that I wrote when I started sharing some of my poems with friends]
I owe them nothing
But they mean everything to me.
These are my songs,
They mean nothing to you
But they are my life and soul.
[Notes: "These are my friends" was a form of introduction that I wrote when I started sharing some of my poems with friends]
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