Back Yard

They key to happiness is in your own back yard to seek
But here I am so far away and feeling quite content
Perhaps the truth is each of us is totally unique
And one idea of happiness is not what others meant
My happiness I know is just for me to think about
Although I feign an interest in what others have to say
Suppose my own solution just ensures I have no doubt
I’ve always been particular preferring my own way
So I would say the key for me is keeping my life plain
Not many plans or grand designs to cause undue distress
I live each day without the future looming in the main
And when there’s only me is when my life is at its best
In solitude I travel never lonely just alone
The traveller with no back yard who’s made the world his home


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

Learn to say no

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

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


My inner space so when did you appear
Intruder uninvited on my plane
For lonely gripped my fingers in your sphere
Your angle’s not conducive to my aim
A vacuum mother nature does abhor
But I am not your mother little boy
And you plus me’s not what my line is for
So I’ll divide and leave remainder joy
Subtracting you negates the need to cry
The algebra of love’s insanity
My x will never equal, don’t ask why
We shoud not meet until infinity
An integer still single in my prime
What matters is I have my space in time

The Journeyman

A wander through the backwater that day
A fly was hooked and baited on the line
The listener who had so much to say
And talked as if they owned the whole of time
Seduction of the mind a subtle art
The conversation lingered in the air
The mind is often route to find the heart
The thoughts are planted left to blossom there
The ripples of the mind that mark depart
For backwaters are places few would choose
The culmination so close after start
But what is gained we never truly lose
A chance encounter brief and bitter sweet
A journeyman will leave after the meet 

Without a King

So many things I do them on my own
Because you wouldn’t come along with me
A queen without a king was overthrown
That revolution somehow set me free
The world I live in now a far remove
Remember how we were before the change
Surprising I can take the rough and smooth
I thrive upon the new, bizarre and strange 
I think of you; the us I left behind
My flight of fancy hope you can forgive
I never wanted things to be unkind
But now this is the life I want to live
Suppose it’s my apology to you
But to myself alone I must be true

Bus Trip

Today I will be getting on a bus
Because a different weekend lies ahead
From sleepy town to carnage I will thrust
In tinsel town tonight I’ll make my bed
I wouldn’t want that lifestyle all the time
Such hedonism’s not for every day
But every now and then it’s mighty fine
A chance for me to have a holiday
Surrendering desire into the night
The light fantastic tripping ecstacy
Abandon rules until the morning bright
Reality will come to rescue me
Return to dull routine but I know when
I need to I can board the bus again

Street 514

I’ve had enough of dirt and grime and noise
I think it’s time to give myself a treat
A man must do the things that he enjoys
My life is not this dusty dead end street
I want to feel the ocean’s bluey green
And dip my weary toes into the sand
I want to go places never seen
And have a day or two with nothing planned
Adventure in the jungle where I’ll see
The glory of a world that’s so unique
An elephant might walk a way with me
Or gibbons might come out and take a peek
I’ll put my life onto a different track
I’m off and don’t know when I’m coming back