When did our dreams wash away with the tide, hopes and aspirations, marvels and imaginations, fade into an obscure world of grey smoke and sneers? If they ever did at all, that is. I prefer to believe them temporarily suspended waiting for the smilers to wake and set them free.
Days and nights blending to one seamless malaise
How did the fabric rip when stitched so tight
Melancholy raindrops playing our song
Did the sun drop from the sky
To mire in subterranean depths
Or was it me that slipped between the cracks
When least I expected it; there was no crash
I’m pulling up trees whilst thinking them weeds
Seeds of an unseen God set to fester
Just losing my mind without knowing why
But I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready
Or stuck on repeat as the moon gently shimmers
Seeking to reassure, massage the mind
Sunless, the world’s turned sunless
Good job I’m built for the night
Streetlights make tangerine marshmallows of the drifting clouds, everything’s unusual, everything’s not right. A rat skitters by and doffs his cap. I don’t think it odd, but do think a deerstalker would suit it better. Is this madness, or just city life? I no longer know. The concrete twists beneath my feet, ragged hedgerows spewing forth birds of litter. A girl with wheeled feet flies off in the opposite direction towed by an ugly dog in a Broncos jacket. It’s time to go home. But, I can’t remember which house is mine, they all look the same. Never mind, I’ll choose the one with the best curtains and go in. What’s the worst that could happen?
I stand in the middle of an open field waiting, always waiting.
Arms extended, I spin and twirl and fall hoping for silver raindrops, porcelain snowflakes, or even the delicate pink of a Cherry Blossom tree to fall upon my skin.
I seek some colour in this colourless world. Any.
The cliff sheltered him, legs dangling over the abyss. The world, a palette of rainbow colours, sat beneath like a sprawled map of mismatched definition. The climb had almost killed him, but from his eyrie, he would spy her, his one, his love. She was out there somewhere. Yes, somewhere.
In the darkest shade of the widest tree
Sat a fair girl, her smile, and me
Hiding from all of the cruel in the world
Watching forever its fingers unfurled
Grasping as smogs its pollutants so dark
Invading our world within secret park
Stealing our futures, our hopes and our dreams
As never does life end up as it seems
That time was so distant a memory gone
Of life when not everything had been so wrong
And though we still meet beneath shaded tree
I can’t help but think that the smogs got to me
For though I don’t feel any older than then
The clouds have us wrapped in our special den
The lines on our faces all hidden from view
Yet still the day’s best when us ones are two
The word that nips and chafes,
Bullies and cajoles.
To be blessed with a mouth
And believing it.
Wouldn’t it be divine to be so self-assured.
In this world,
This bizarre time that rewards the loudest,
The foul-mouthed few
There is no space for the uncertain.
Better to be a confident idiot
Than a quiet thinker.
Perhaps compromise is the order of the day?
No, I scream!
Do not pander to the lowest common denominator,
Those who epitomise all that is wrong with the world:
The reality celebrities;
The violent on film.
Better to build,
And let others do the talking.
Never give up
And never say die.
Because someday, somehow,
Someone might just put the confidence into you.
My shy friends,
She spat out the words
No aid required
As if I’d not heard
I’d just tried to help
No doormat was I
No useless young whelp
Whilst she on her knees
Why are folk so crazy
What mad worlds are these
I just walked away
That nasty old lady
Got no help that day
Uneasy, so queasy
It all made me feel
When someone needs help
Why must they conceal