The lovers’ tree

If happiness were flowering right here

And joy was thriving just outside your door

A sense content might permeate the air

And we would long for nothing any more

A garden is my life I plant and grow

The toil and labour not for me alone

For everything that I so gently sow

Enables me to offer you a home

So light your jasmine eyes upon my face

My honeysuckle’s clinging so divine

This Eden made on earth will be our place

For everything is shared and nothing mine

So come and plant yourself right next to me

And we will sit beneath the lovers’ tree

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Conscious Beam

So many are not happy with their lot
This life on darkened roads you did not choose
Bemoaning everything that you are not
Will drive you a place where you will lose
Its good to make some changes, take control
Just look within and if by chance you find
That you are not too happy with your soul
Then search until your psyche's realigned
For what you seek is concrete, not a dream
It lives within if you decide to see
So make your inner eye a conscious beam
A torch along the path to who you'll be
And don't give up when frightened and alone
The light of love you shine will guide you home

Deprivation Of Liberty

My confidence secreted up your corporate derrière
And then you try to empathise and tell me that you care
You fucked me metaphorically but never in my bed
The only action you desired was all inside your head
And when I left you said that there was nowhere I would fit
So low you had manoeuvred me I was believing it
I turned the corner, walked away and look at me right now
A happy, independent man whose factor’s set at wow
The politics of what that was I’ll never understand
But you were something shady now I have the upper hand
My victory’s not pyrrhic though I had to cut my cloth
I’m biased but this phoenix feels he left behind the moth
So bye bye blackbird go and eat your slice of humble pie
My liberty was once deprived but now I’ve learnt to fly

Lose track

Today could be the future in your hand
Decide which forward foot would be the best
Then action all those things that you have planned
Or will this day be wasted like the rest
Initiating change is sometimes hard
But life cannot be lived by standing still
It’s time to leave the pack so pick a card
The future can be anything you will
And don’t assume my words are meant for youth
We live until the moment of our death
The clock is ticking every second’s proof
That life should run until its out of breath
Today is our tomorrow if we choose
For time’s a precious track we mustn’t lose

The Art

When beauty walked into the room I drew
My breath and wondered had he asked for me
As if my language I forgot I knew
I stood before him struck so silently
An artist with my canvasses of lust
So huge in public gallery not hung
But beauty isn’t something art should trust
For surface isn’t where our work is done
Undress the beauty show what lies beneath
And let me draw your breath into my soul
The canvas of your heart has sparked belief
A brush of lips and I have lost control
I stripped my love and now I have to find
The art to capture beauty in the mind

Time

An hour to myself or maybe two
A coffee and the time to sit and drink
It isn’t that I haven’t things to do
But I afford myself some time to think
The world is rushing on at such a pace
Sometimes I feel so giddy I can’t see
I like to stop, to focus on a face
But modern life’s transacted rapidly
It looks like I’m a tortoise sitting there
No doubt I’ll never win that human race
Another man will be successful hare
For I will stop and linger in this place
No pressure in this gentle life of mine
I grant myself the precious gift of time

Eat sleep work replete

I’m living on the page that’s marked today
My yesterday’s are memories in store
I work, I rest and then a little play
Does anybody really need much more
Tomorrow doesn’t really have a plan
I’ll wake up with dawn and I will eat
A coffee with a friend I hope he can
Some labour and my day will be complete
A complicated man but now I try
To live my life with minimal distress
I’m finding there’s a lot to simplify
I wonder if I can have zero stress
A purpose, a few friends, a bite to eat
How minimal and yet I am replete