Travellers

Stop
Drop
Life’s a big top
So listen to the music while they’re sending in the clown

Go
Slow
Learn to say no

Cos life’s a rollercoaster and it takes you up and down

See
Me
Life’s a journey
My caravan of love has wheels that just keep rolling round

Puzzling

If all my dreams are avenues I’ve walked
I hope the final turning brings me peace
If all my thoughts are conversations talked
The puzzle solved could win me my release
If all I have imagined could be real
My dreams would lie prosaic on the floor
If all the wonder isn’t what I feel
Then magic won’t be found here anymore
If all the truth I’m given is a lie
Those dusty dreams are trampled under feet
If all that I can do is wonder why
I guess my life will never feel replete
But if you dream and wonder what will be
You might just be the piece completing me

Words

I stumbled over words and grazed my heart
I thought I saw the truth within a rhyme
But writers can’t trusted for their art
Is just to sweeten cheap and hackneyed line
Comparison to summer’s day is trite
And music often feeds the love we lost
I think that love requires a second sight
And rides that fall are rarely worth the cost
Remember love’s a verb a doing word
It’s not a state that we recover from
A writer’s actions should seen not heard
And love is not three minutes in a song
Unbreak my heart for it is carved in wood
If words are all you have then you’re no good

Two Men

His skies of blue so beautiful were focusing on me
The skin of milk upon his face has known a life in shade
He looked at me so dark the midday sun has tainted me
For in the muddy fields is where my daily labour’s made
He doesn’t really understand why poverty exists
Believes it could be different but he’s thought and never deed
As if his disapproval or the clenching of his fists
Is all that is required to alleviate my need
His hands do not get dirty if they did he’d realise
To look and see what’s wrong is not the same as making right
A man of action he is not he can but theorise
He ponders while I’m working from the dawn until the night
He dreams of a utopia while everything remains
The whitest man with eyes of blue that sun will never stain