Fallen

This is something I've been working on a group of lyrics/poems with the themes of, defiance acceptance and revenge/anger. I had a Prog style album theme in mind when I thought of this. A bit like Ayreon's Star One or the Human Equation or Dream Theater's Metropolis. Both of which are awesome and I'd recommend a listen.
This is from the last group revenge....




FALLEN

I’m lost and lonely

And I’m broken hearted.

I’m cold and empty

All hope’s departed.

And I’m falling

I’ve fallen

I’m falling

I’ve fallen.

I’m beaten and broken

I’m your creation,

I’ve become dark and dirty

To seek my salvation.

And I’m falling   

I’ve fallen

I’m falling

I’ve fallen.

I want to see your destruction,

I want to watch you burn,

I want you to feel my pain.

For all the wrongs you have done,

I going to right every one,

You’ll never hurt again.

Vanished in the dark,

Lost in desolation,

As I claw my way back up

All hope’s forsaken.

Fear and anger,

Are my last emotions.

You took my life away

As I gave you my devotion.

And I’m falling   

I’ve fallen

I’m falling

I’ve fallen.

All my responses’

Are measured and automated.

Can’t you see I’ve become the

Monster you’ve created.

And I’m falling   

I’ve fallen

I’m falling

I’ve fallen.

I want to see your destruction,

I want to watch you burn,

See the blood flow from your every vein.

I’m back for things you have done.

You’ll never cause any more pain.

I’m going to hunt you to your grave.

And I’m falling   

I’ve fallen

I’m falling

I’ve fallen.

I’m lost and lonely

And I’m broken hearted.

I’m cold and empty,

All hope’s departed.

Dammaged Goods

Damaged Goods

 

You sit in your red party dress,
Handing out invites to people who don’t care,
But it’s you’re life and you don’t care.

You’re putting on you’re make up,

You think you’re looking real cool
But all your friends see is a fool.

But its you’re party and you’ll cry if you want to,

Die if you want to because,
You’re damaged goods.

You stand there with you lips the colour scarlet,

Trying to act sexy but ending up like a harlot.
When people want a little you always give more.

You’re such a little princess it’s got to be you’re way,

Because you’re worlds so important,
You can’t let people have their say.

Staring in the mirror at your reflection,

You see you’re life as a picture of perfection.
You’re damaged goods.

Thirty something and still living at home,

When you going to learn it time to grow?
You’re damaged goods.

The moneys coming in and life is easy.

Why can’t you see when you’ve got it good?
You’re always baying for someone’s blood.

You know all you’re friends use you like a tool.

So you hand out gifts to those you think are useful,
But it’s ok because you play them for a fool.

You try to act like you’re grown up,

You make me want to throw up,
You’re damaged goods.

The Savoir

Yesterday you tried to save me.

With your words you try to raise me.
Save me from myself and all I’m in.
 
Today you told me that you’d make me.
But all you can do is sit and break me.
Everything you hate is all I am.

If no harm is done, then what’s the problem?

With what I choose to be?
Am I to be damned for being me?

Can’t you see?

I don’t need you to save me!
I’m not falling.
So don’t try and Push Me!
My life’s fine, just the way it is.
So don’t try to save me!

You sit in your self-righteous indignation,

Can’t you see you’re hurting me?
By damning me into your hell

If I’m this evil monster

Surely I’d face the wrongs myself.
Wouldn’t I have been punished by now?

Is this what you call salvation?

Tearing all these lives apart?
Have you forgotten judge not lest ye be judged?

Can’t you see?

I don’t need you to save me!
I’m not falling.
So don’t try and Push Me!
My life’s fine, just the way it is.
So don’t try to save me!

You said you were the hand of God.

Yet from your sacred mouth
I hear only the devils words.

Call yourself a man of peace?

Shepard to a guilty flock?
Savour for the heathen minds.

We sit and wait for your bread of life,

But all you do is
Starve us of all our rights.

Can’t you see?
I don’t need you to save me!
I’m not falling.
So don’t try and Push Me!
My life’s fine, just the way it is.
So don’t try to rape me!

Yesterday you tried to save me.

With your words you try to raise me.
Save me from myself and all I’m in.

Today you told me that you’d make me.

But all you can do is sit and break me.
Everything you hate is all I am.

If I’m dammed to hell,

I’ll meet you there,

Or have you forgotten,
How to truly care?

A bit of fun

And now for something completely different.......a bit of fun

The Superhero Song

 

I’m no incredible hulk…a,

I ain’t going to sit and sulk…a,

Let me be your Frankenstein.

Come on Baby Blow My Mind!

 

Let me be your superhero,

Just oh so sincere..o.

An’ if its ain’t goin’ your way,

Come on and let me save the day!

 

I am your superman.

Let me show ya you know I can.

If you need a guy in a suit,

Come on and give me a Hoot!

 

Let me be your superhero,

Just oh so sincere..o.

An’ if its ain’t goin’ your way,

Come on and let me save the day!

 

I can climb the highest walls.

Defeat big white bounin’ balls.

You know you have nothing to fear…a,

Just as long as you come near…a.

 

Let me be your superhero,

Just oh so sincere..o.

An’ if its ain’t goin’ your way,

Come on and let me save the day!

 

I can climb the highest walls.

Defeat big white bounin’ balls.

You know you have nothing to fear…a,

Just as long as you come near…a.

 

To me

To me baby baby!

 

Imago

Another poem

Imago

Another long lonely night

Bleeds into early day.
Friday’s rolled around again,
Still he sits alone
In this empty space.

He looks for somewhere

To hang his head,
Lost deep within
His own creation.
He’s left to wander
Along the tattered seams
Of his mind.

Knowing the fear

Of his emotions,
Drowning in the crest
Of their wave,
He rises and stands,
Broken and shattered,
Upon the river of dreams.

Slowly he tries to awaken,

He opens his eyes and waits.
Fully aware but not yet awake
He finds himself in a world,
He cannot understand.

Trapped within this mirrored prison

Of silent screams.
He tries to deny who he is,
For fear of what he may become,
As the monster within arises.

Full of defiance he stands,

To face his enemies head on.
Staring into the mirror,
He welcomes his adversary
And draws the weapon from his side.

Face to face with his own reflection,

He tries to cut out the bad ,
And leave the good.
Searching for perfection,
Aching for acceptance,
He dissects himself. 

The bitter pain of memory,

Cleanses his unsatisfactory flesh.
The truth is an ugly thing
So hard to ignore,
Yet still he tries
As he fills himself
With deception
 
Before him now rises
his creation.
A new life born of old.
Lost and forgotten the spoils,
Of this conflict lap at his feet.
As he stands transfixed
like Narcissus.

Battle over he has

mastered his emotion
And become controller
of his fate.
He now faces his reflection
to chase away the beast.
Recoiling the monster ejects a cry
Before retreating once more.

The alarming wail

of the departing creature,
Slowly brings him to his senses.
This empty place
can hold him no longer,
He hangs his head
And closes his eyes,
To wake to another day.

I started this not really sure of I should carry it on nor where it's heading. A bit like the lead character in it so I posted it up to show how I start a lot of things with a rouge idea or image and as I'm terrible at finishing them see if its worth finishing or if anyone has any ideas or wants to finish it.....

Wearing a ragged coat he wonders the streets of the city. Walking softly along them he's alone even in the rush he is alone. He holds the edge of the pavement as he walks along as if he were on a tightrope. Locked in a dream he's wandering  the seams of his mind he mumbles the same unintelligible mantra over and over.  He carries his worldly belongings in  a backpack slung over one shoulder, It's dirty red hue looks like an open wound next to his dark coat. He is incongruous in the cityscape, unwashed and unclean with his ragged beard torn and soiled clothes. Like something old, something forgotten in something new. He is not the only wanderer there are others, they are treated like weeds invading a garden path in this utopia. They are the shattered ones broken in the creation of this new world. The orderly folk steer away from him, some do not even see him sometimes yet he feels their eyes burning in to him encumbering him with sympathy or hate.  Overburdened by the stairs he stops bring his head up and clearly utters his mantra

'You can never tell if they are angels or hyenas. People feed you people eat you. Can't, I can't.'

 He falls silent as his head slumps back before leaning  forward and walking on

Summer

a poem I wrote for a friend

Summer

for Kim

 

Sitting in a field on haystacks,

A child is making wheels from daisy plants.

With clocks which tell the time by blows

So  you can see where the time goes.

 

The evenings light paints its amber glow,

As the laughter of song fills the air.

The swallows fly over the pregnant orchards,

Expectant with the autumn’s harvest.

 

And as the cool night breeze reveals

The moon and stars lit bright.

There’s no thought of future or past,

For theses summer days will always last.

 

King of the castle

A little poem I wrote a whole ago

King Of the Castle

  

King of the castle,

Follow my leader,
My leader is strong,
My leader is weak,
 
Play at hide and seek, with wrong and right
When one is one the others are out of sight.

Take your fragile paper crown,

Woven from morals and politics,
And burn it with your actions reacting
To your vituperative rhetoric.

To question is a fool’s game when ignorance is rife.
When one is one the others are out of sight.

You play at Queen of hearts,

King of ideas.
By fashioning your fragmented dreams,
You abuse a system created for truth.

Your words fall into place in another’s mouth.

When one is one the others are out of sight.

You absorb adulation and money like a sponge

Your faultless image is everywhere,
A wonder of your creation!
A Teflon coated image to swallow like a capsule.

This world is the adoring mirror of your own creation

When one is one the others are out of sight.

All I see is an image of you,

As you bend mine.
Are we all mere props,
To carry your fragile line?

 

 

 

 

 

Another short idea

She sat halfway up the stairs, head cradled in her hands. The length of her hair hid her face, contorted trapped in a silent scream. If she could move the world would feel her wrath. Heartbroken she sobs uttering curses under her breath, the world can go to hell. If she were a mage or a wizard the dark dusky hallway would be illuminated by flames emitted from her, for she would be the burning man. Then no harm could befall her and all that stood in her way would be destroyed.

A piece of flash fiction

He walks with a dogged determination, hand outstretched towards the doorway, the key to his salvation clasped firmly between his thumb and forefinger. With single minded focus  he opens the gateway to his own world and enters before rapidly shutting the portal as if to fend off attack. For an Englishman's home is his castle.

A Rat tale or how Rat became a hero

A Rat Tale

or How Rat became a hero.

Everyone has a story and this one is about Rat; The Gambian pouched rat to be exact, his special

skills and his very important job.

 Rat has lived in Africa all of his life. He had lived in many villages across the whole country and as a result he had seen many many things. On his travels Rat met lots of people and learnt a great deal about them. He knew that although these people were all different, they were far more similar than they could imagine. Rat knew that people told stories, stories of the land, of Gods and how things came to be, Man is stories. Lots of the stories talked of the animals like Rabbit, Leopard and Anansi. The tales were full of excitement and adventure, they told of the animals’ skills and qualities. Yet in all of Man’s stories about Rat he was seen as bad. Rat was food, Rat was dirty, Rat stole.  Not one of Mans stories told of Rat's intelligence, Rat's cunning, and abilities, this made Rat sad and shy. So long ago Rat chose to only come out at night so as to stay away from Man wherever he could. Rat also decided that he would only ever take if he had no choice; after all if it were that special Man should protect it better; or so he thought. So Rat hid and watched the people from afar....waiting for his time, for his REAL story to unfold. 

Rat had seen people, animals, stories and Gods come and go from his home lands. He'd witness the joy of his land's people in plentiful times or with a new arrival and the ensuing sadness that came with bad times or as the people of the land left for pastures new. He'd watched the dramas unfold like the blooms on the savannah pastures as others from all over the world came and took their place. With these newcomers came not only hope and joy but many new ideas and things like  chickens. 

Chickens, a new animal which apparently the humans said tasted like rat only less gamey. Rat thought Chickens were a good thing and hoped it would save him and his many brothers and sisters from the pot. However it was not to be, chicken was costly and rat was cheap and easy to find. Then of course there was the fact that everyone really seemed to like to eat Rat...a lot! But Rat held his hope that one day his kind would be saved from the pot and Mans curses. 

As time had passed Man had not only travelled and learned, his technologies had also advanced. However this advancement was not only for the good, new problems came too. New diseases, new stories, new beliefs, new hates, new words like poverty and riches. These ideas and words became problems dividing the people of the land, and soon their differences grew into divisions which grew into hates. These problems caused sadness, anger and eventually war. It was not long before the people were using all they had to make war with their neighbours, they used their money, their knowledge, and their hearts, just because they were different. Rat wondered how Man could be so blind as not to see how alike his neighbour and he were; how similar all life could be no matter how different, we all make the same mistakes, we all have mothers and fathers; but he was blinkered by his own views and  greed.

Rat grew sad as he watched the wars develop and spread. He observed the fighting and saw how the land lost many of its young and old. It was not long before many villages stood empty, animals left with no carers, children with no parents, the sick, injured and infirm left without aid. Eventually after many years Man stood back and looked around at all the war had brought him and he found he was empty handed. He'd come to see the futility in fighting his fellow Man for land or honour, and the wars stopped. Both Man and Rat were relieved and thought that life would go back to the way things had been. Little did they know how wrong they were, both Man and Rat discovered the after effects of war linger on long after the event. You see the problems of war did not just vanish... they lay exactly where Man had left them. Man’s wars had cursed the land with many problems one of which was landmines.

Landmines were cruel devices; they lay hidden from the eye. Disguised, they did not discriminate as to who or what they would hurt or kill. The young, the old, cattle and dogs; if you were big enough you’d set them off. They were often hidden in by ways and roads, near villages, in fields wherever they could cause the most harm. Rat came across many damaged homes and people missing their limbs. No matter how angry Rat was at Man for his unfair treatment these sights made him sad. He was especially disheartened when he saw a child missing an arm or a leg; it reminded him of the damage Man’s traps left upon his own children. However Rat had advantages over Man when it came to landmines. He was small enough not to trigger them and his kind could smell the explosives inside. So even if they were buried deep in the land all rats knew where they were. So Rat and his kind were able to avoid their reach. Unlike the children of Man, the children of Rat could play and run safely throughout the land. Rat was thankful for his good sense of smell and sensitive nose, for not only did it feed him and his family, it kept them safe.

Man was deeply saddened by his own actions and sought to right his wrongs. He chose to help rebuild the villages and to repair the bonds of friendship with his fellow man. Man wanted to free the land of the curse he’d placed upon it but Man was left poor from all of the fighting. And so he had to rely upon the help of others not only to rebuild the villages, but to provide care for the sick and injured, as well as to remove the landmines. Man asked his fellows across the world for assistance and although many came, it is hard expensive work and takes a very long time to clear the mines. The job of clearing the mines is a dangerous one and involves Man searching the area with special expensive machines to find them. Now although the machines are good at their job they are neither cheap nor thorough. This is because the machines can only find mines which are made of metal, unfortunately they leave all of the plastic landmines behind. Man had a dilemma, he had to come up with a plan if he was going to find all of the landmines. Man knew that the explosives mines contained smelled; not so as he himself could find them, but he knew Dog had a very good sense of smell; Dog’s nose was so sensitive Dog could find many things hidden deep inside all kinds of places. Man also knew that Dog was a loyal friend and liked to help him. So he asked Dog to help him to find the mines, Dog always wanting to please Man agreed but for a price. After all it was a dangerous job. Dog knew from his own experience that his kind could accidentally set off the mines and get hurt or killed. So he asked that Man pay him for his work not only with kindness but with food, not just any food but dog food, and that meant expensive meat. And so the arrangement began dogs are good at finding mines but it takes a lot of expensive food to feed Dog and a very long time to train Dogs to find the hidden mines. Rat could see the struggle Man had to clear the land of the mines. He admired Man’s courage and attempts to correct the mistakes of his past. However for Rat life carried on as it always had watching from a distance to avoid Man’s curses and the threat of the pot. Little did Rat know how his life was to change.

One fine evening as the sun’s rays began to dip below the horizon Rat came out to find food. For he knew that as the shadows grew longer, all of the day creatures, Man included, would be readying for bed. So, just as he did every evening, Rat wandered up to the nearby village to seek out a tasty morsel. He was safe in the knowledge that there would be no one around...or so he thought.  Rat was startled by a cry as he was going about his business foraging for food.

“Rat! I can see you.”

Rat stopped dead in his tracks, his heart raced as he tried to decide whether to run or fight.

“Don’t you worry Rat I’m not going to hurt you.” The voice from the long shadows cried out.

Hurriedly Rat sniffed the air and his fears were confirmed, it was Man. He looked around, sniffed and listened to find out where the man was, after all there’s no point running into a trap. Rat turned to face the shadow figure of Man as he began to approach him. He could not help but cower away from his long standing enemy as the man drew out of the shadows and came towards him, continuing his speech as he did so.

“Rat I’m not going to hurt you, truly. I’ve been watching you, and all your kind. You’ve a very special secret don’t you?”

Confused Rat looked Man in the eye before replying.

“Secret?”

“Yes the secret that you hide from us and I think I know why. I’m ashamed to say I’ve helped build your fear.  It is true I thought you were nothing but a pest, a thief, and a scoundrel. Yet it seems I have misunderstood you. I admit that unfortunately I have enjoyed the odd roast rodent, but I’m truly truly sorry. Please believe me when I say I mean you no harm. You’re a very special animal I only wish I’d seen it sooner. I think we got you all wrong. See I’ve been watching you, learning about you, getting to know you, so to speak. Your small light body lets you fit in many places and because you do not trigger the mines your children can play across the land. Your nose is so sensitive, like Dog’s, it can find the hidden mines unlike my own. But these are not your only gifts, no... I’ve watched you raid the stores using your intelligence and patience to get through my traps. You my friend are truly blessed.”

Rat sat astonished as Man continued to speak. His mouth was open in disbelief as he cowered away from his long standing enemy. Yet intrigued by the words of Man Rat did not run, he stayed rooted to the spot. He could not believe his ears as Man praised his skills. Then Man stooped and sat down beside him looking out to the horizon. As he did so he pulled a meal from his bag and began to share his meal with him, Rat now could not believe his eyes or nose. Rat sniffed at the bread Man had placed in front of him and as Man took a bite so did he. Rat’s philosophy on food was a simple one, never turn up free food that was safe to eat.

“You know my friend I’ve been mending a lot of friendships lately, fixing the bad things I’ve done and I’m not too proud to say that I was wrong about you. You are just as an important part of the land as the lions the trees, and me. We are all in this together and I am ashamed to say I have another reason to talk to you. You see I need your help to put things right. I need your help to remove the mines, the machines are costly they cost many years wages where as you need only a small amount food and shelter. As for Dog he takes a long time to train and will only work with one Man well, they do not learn as quickly as you do nor are as willing to work with others, friend.  I know you have no reason to trust me or help me and I don’t have much to offer but I thought we could chat and maybe come to some accord.”

Rat continued eating in silence and pondered upon Man’s proposal. On the one hand he was sat sharing food with his long time enemy and yet he wondered if he could forget that fact. He questioned why should he help, after all of the things Man had done to his kind? On the other Rat had a chance to make a difference, to be seen for who he really was and to help heal his land.

It was a conundrum and so he sat in silence thinking, with Man by his side until the moon rose over the distant hills.

“You know” Rat started, still looking into the distance. “I would like the land to be free of mines and explosives, but... I don’t want a return to the way things were.”

“You don’t?”  Questioned Man.

“No” Rat paused for a moment before he continued. “No I don’t....you see I quite like talking to you Man. I enjoy sharing your food with you, it’s nice to finally make your acquaintance and to be seen for the animal I am. I think I’ll help you but in return for our efforts I ask for a small payment.”

Man’s heart rose upon hearing Rat’s words and then sank again fearing what he would ask for in return. After all Man was poor and had little to give or share. So Man turned to Rat and tentatively asked, “what would you like?”

“Kindness, respect, a safe place to live, food, and..... oh yes maybe some bananas or peanuts as a treat. I would very much like us to be friends and for our children to have a happier future together.”

Man smiled and laughed a deep hearty laugh. “My friend you will work for peanuts? You have an accord! In return we will give you a safe home to shelter in, friendship and as many peanuts as you can eat.” And with those words man swept Rat up into a huge embrace. “I shall tell the world about you and your work my little friend!”

And so the deal was struck and Rat entered into a new career and became a true hero.

With Rat’s help Man could find the mines quickly easily and cheaply.

Rat and Man are still working together today to free their home lands from the curse of the landmines and will be for a long time yet.

Man kept his promise and tells the world of Rat’s heroism via the press and internet. He has even set up an organisation to fund Rat’s work; APOPO

Rat and Man are also working together on other projects to help the people of their homeland, by furthering Rats special sniffing skills. This is done by giving Rat new challenges like sniffing out diseases like T.B. and accurately diagnosing the problem faster than lab technicians. Together with Rat’s help they hope to make their homeland and the world a better place for all of their children.

This tale is based upon the real life day to day efforts of APOPO and the Hero Rats

 Read it at www.apopo.org

Hunger/Desire

Well this is one of two posts for today as I may not be able to put something up tomorrow it's another short story:-

Hunger/Desire

Mary stood transfixed; her eyes open wide in awe and delight. Both innocent and corrupt like that an angelic child caught in the act, her pale checks began to flush with the knowledge of her innermost thoughts.  With a gloved hand she playfully bushes a curl of her long red hair from her face. Her eyes fluttered closed and her bright red painted lips parted in expectation as her gloved hand brushed past them; coyly she bit the tip of her glove in contemplation of possible delights.

Stood at that window she formed a vision reminiscent of a fifties pin up if not a little more generously proportioned. She was always smartly dressed, always made up; Mary loved to look her best.  The dark wool coat she was wearing finished at the knees accentuating her curves. 

There was an almost playful denial as she lingered beside the store front gently swaying as she visually devoured the cakes behind the glass. She crossed her arms in front of her, as if to hold herself back. Caught in a web of imagination and denial she was spellbound by the pastry delights in front of her.

The chiming of the shops door broke the enchantment which held her. Mary quickly looked around, her attention drawn by the sound; she caught sight of a woman leaving the store carrying a box. She smiled politely at the woman as she walked by. The divine aroma transported Mary back to her dream. Her eyes fluttered closed as the smell wove its way through her body. Her lips sat parted and expectant. She was almost drawn towards the door by the sensuous magic of vanilla, but she drew back.  Mary bowed her head and adjusted her red beret and began to move on heading up the street and back to work.

The Dark Days an exert

Here's an exert from something I'm working on:-

The Dark Days

     Jack woke up to find himself in his box, no light penetrated any corner of the space. The darkness was encompassing you felt that it would almost absorb you. It would have been bleak and empty yet this darkness had presence; the kind of oppressive presence that you could feel pressing down on you and filled what little space there was left inside the box. Confined and contorted inside the cramped space Jack’s tiny frame felt its weight and ached. It had been so long since he’d last been let out, and for the first time Jack really knew what loneliness was.

It was not the first time Jack had woken up to find himself inside the box, it had happened many times before but he’d always been let out quickly. Sometimes he’d patiently wait for what had seemed like forever until they came but they always came. He would usually sleep until someone set him free, but it had never been this long, Jack felt lost and forgotten.

‘They’d come,’ Jack assured himself. ‘They always come.’

Jack held onto that thought as he lay there waiting, he let out a long deep sigh and tried to move. He couldn't help but think he'd been stuck like this for years. He’d developed a slight cramp in his left arm; well a slight cramp would be an understatement, the numbness that had killed off the pain was now wearing off which was uncomfortable to say the least and so Jack wiggled as best he could before closing his eyes once more and dreamt of times on the outside...

Mocking Brid

Mocking Bird

I ask too many questions.
I tell too many lies.
As one bird starts to sing,
Another one starts to die.

 

And it all seams to fall
Softly in to place
As the world keeps spinning
Turning me upside down.

 

I always see too much.
I hold my eyes wide shut.
As one reflection starts to form,
Another one starts to fade.

 

And sometimes I feel like Alice,
Trapped in the looking glass.
And sometimes I can’t face,
The things I have done.

 

I want to be too many people.
I hold too many cards.
As one building starts to rise,
Another one starts to fall.

 

I never accept the blame.
I know too many truths.
As one mirror starts to shine,
Another cracks and shatters

 

And sometimes I feel like Alice,
Trapped in the looking glass.
And sometimes I can’t face,
What I’ve become.

 

And I could end it all,
Take it deep from under my skin.
could you hang me out to dry,
Take me out of this lie.

 

I think I think too deeply.
I never ask the right thing.
As one door starts to open,
Another one slams shut.

 

I wish for too much.
I have no aspirations.
As I draw the first breath,
It’s time to draw the last.

 

And sometimes I feel as lost as a ghost,
Hidden in the mockery.
And everything is not as simple as it seems,
But it’s all so straightforward.

 

 

A Rested Development

A little fun story for adults and children

 

 

A Rested Development

 

A whole note met a half note, who was half his age.

They fell in love and got married; as was all the rage.

When he was young; a sixteenth note; he was a rebel and all of that.

He’d worked with big rock bands like Iron Maiden and Ratt.

She worked in pop for artists like Girls Aloud,

Her work was not hard but of it she was proud.

One day whilst working for the same band.

They grew close, fell in love, and even held each other’s hand.

He was funny, handsome, and rather smart.

In fact that was how, He’d won her heart.

She was youthful, pretty, and full of life.

This was how she’d convinced him to make her his wife.

It was not long before, as their love blossomed and grew,

They found out they were no longer to be two.

They were to be parents to a new musical note,

They were happy and joyful, and began to gloat.

“Our child” they exclaimed “will have a life of thrills”

“For with our musical lineage he’ll have excellent skills!”

The happy day came to pass soon enough,

 It was then when things began to get tough.

Together they were parents to a beautiful boy.

But when it came to making noise he seemed rather coy.

As the weeks and months passed, he made no sound.

He just sat silent, as if his lips were bound.

His parents were so ashamed of his lack of noise;

They hid him away, alone and without any toys.

When it came his time to go to school,

They feared their boy would never be cool.

Eventually when they were beyond distraught,

It was a doctor’s help they sought.

They explained “Doctor we’re desperate we don’t know what to do!”

“Our boy can’t even get a sound out of a kazoo!”

“Doctor its catastrophic our boy you see is aphonic,

Anyone would think he’s allergic to anything sonic.”

The doctor pondered the problem for what seemed like an age,

He ordered tests whilst musing and reading books like a sage.

As the boy was tested, poked and prodded around,

He was sad and hurt but did not utter a sound.

His chin did wobble and his eyes filled with tears,

He often wondered why he was not like his peers.

The days and months past and soon became years,

And still there was no answer to allay their fears.

The doctor did not know what to do or say,

And so he eventually he had to send them away.

The boy was referred to an expert in musical reverberation,

To try and coax forth some small communication.

When he arrived it was the consultant he saw.

It seemed like hours but it was not long before,

After she examined him and read his notes again,

A shriek of eureka she did exclaim!

“You see there is nothing wrong with your boy,

He is neither dim-witted nor broken like a toy.

The fact he does not make a din,

Is not itself an unforgivable sin.

For you see it turns out he’s just a musical rest,

And in my opinion he’s one of the best!

For he’s no different from anyone else; his career in music has only just started,

There’s nothing to be ashamed of, there’s no need to be parted.

The odd rest here and there may not make a sound,

 But together with musical notes they hold their own ground.

Alone a rest is quiet, alternatively a note is noise,

But together they make music with grace and poise.”

Upon hearing the diagnosis his parent’s did smile.

At last their son was no longer on trial.

They both held their boy and hugged him with pride.

“Thank you doctor” they both cried.

“Son you‘re special and destined for great things!

With your talent my boy you could perform for kings!”

Smiling they left the doctor’s office,

Knowing their boy was not a dunce or novice.

 United at last and without any shame,

 The family went off to seek their fortune and fame.

 

 

Haunted

A short story

Haunted

There was a light on the headland, its glow stood out from the darkness of the night’s storm. A figure stood alone her long dark hair whipping around her head as she waited out there. The night was cold; Catherine had wandered blindly along the path with only the dim light of her lantern to guide her until she reached the lookout and there she waited watching the sea all evening. The wind had been as unforgiving as the rain which ran down her face and the sea below churned like the emotions within her.

Numb to the harsh cold lashing of the storm she stood defiant, determined it could not take anything else that belonged to her. Her heavy skirts were soaked; she drew her tattered shawl over her shoulders and buried her hands within.  The weight of her wedding band tugged at her cold hand as the as dark hollow night felt as her heavy heart. Yet she clung to the hope the lantern gave maybe someone would come and take her away, someone would save her. Maybe he’d come back to her.

 Her dark eyes chased the swirling white foam as the sea consumed the craggy shore below. It was not long before the memory crept back in, the news that had come to her and the confusion and emptiness that followed.

A thousand questions echoed in her mind; Why? Who? They played over and over taunting her. She felt her world end as the illusions of her life fell apart like the shards of a broken mirror. Her hopes and dreams shattered. The situation played out in her mind over and over. As the night drew towards day Catherine found herself drawn to the edge. She’d come this far without conscious choice, acting her part out like a performer.

She had wandered broken hearted, just as she had done in every storm since that night and waited until she could bear the burden no longer. Catherine had reached the conclusion of the situation by dawn; she wiped away the tears and looked back as the sky began to brighten only to find she was still alone. She bowed her head and took the step forward from the cliffs edge, disappearing into the maelstrom just as the suns first rays kissed the stormy ocean calming its tempestuousness, only to find she has to repeat this act once more the next evening and every evening to come until she changes her mind.

Insomnia

A poem/lyric

 

Insomnia

 

I can’t think about tomorrow

Until I’m done with today

Got a long way to go

Got to think if I’ll stay

I can’t get this thought from out of my head

I can’t get my life from out of this bed

 

Don’t want to look at another mirror

I’m scared of what I’ll see

And I can’t help but wonder

What’s become of me?

I can’t get this thought from out of my head

I can’t get my life from out of this bed

 

And I can’t eat and I can’t sleep

I can’t wait to fall softly asleep

And I can’t wait and I can’t dream

Knowing everything’s not as it seems

 

I can’t look at you straight in the eye

I’m afraid of what you’ll say

I’m so sick of trying

To live through another day

So just softly slip me another lie

Because I want to believe that you’ll carry me away

 

And when we’re talking

We’re making all the right noises

But its all left unsaid.

We try to do the listening

But forget to hear
Trying to fight around words

Leaving the truth unspoken

 

And you wash over me

And you fight within me

Things beat around me

This insomnia is killing me

Your insomnia is feeding me

 

And I can’t eat and I can’t sleep

I can’t wait to fall into your arms

And I can’t wait and I can’t dream

Knowing everything’s not as it seems

 

As I lie down in our bed

I fear the worst

The day consumes me

As this night it gets worse

And as the same old shadows haunt me

I grow more weary.

And as I close my eyes I know no rest will come

 

And you wash over me

And you fight within me

Things beat around me

This insomnia is killing me

Your insomnia is feeding me

 

And I can’t eat and I can’t sleep

I can’t wait to fall softly asleep

And I can’t wait and I can’t dream

Knowing everything’s not as it seems

 

Picture Perfect

Here's a little poem I wrote a while ago....

 

Picture Perfect.

 

She’s the picture of perfection,

Nip tuck face with airbrushed complexion.

She’s full of pride and full of grace,

Never a hair out of place.

 

Moulded into a perfect life,

You know she’d make a model wife.
Bend her shape her she’s a creation.
Tease her please her she’ll be your titillation.

 

But no heart beats in her fake chest,

If you chase her there’ll be no rest.
For with the flow of botox in her veins,
You know she’ll never feel any pain. 

 

You can never lift her spirit higher,

Not even with loves flaming desire.
You’ll never melt that synthetic heart,
For it’s nothing more than a part.

 

On the outside she looks fantastic,

But don’t forget she’s only plastic.
And though this may be hard to swallow,
Inside she’s dark and hollow.

 

Do not forget there’s a price to pay,

To look and live the Barbie way.
So come on now let’s not be coy,
After all she’s just a toy.