Man of Sand
Here I stand
a man of sand
which time does wash away
My only relief
From the ocean reef
Greets my face the cool sea spray
As each grain of belief
falls to the waves beneath
and a man mould of clay
A new man of sand
who now may stand
To greet a bold new day
Here I stand
a man of sand
One which the ocean may carol
but which part of me is given
which part has it stole
Which land locked heart the key?
Love is strange, love is bold
Love grows weary, then is old
But each grain new
My hand does hold
As if of silver, as if of Gold
And as this cursed melody
Rolls with tide and ocean wave
A man of sand
does too give way
To love bold, and love brave
Yet here I stand
a man of sand
And across the sea I reach
For to hold the hand
Of my love who stands
on the other beach
Time has ravaged each of us
The sands of time do fall
And what was once sand in your eyes
Now my sandy voice does call
Oh Love is but a shifting quick sand
Into it each man may fall
and who amongst us would reach across
Who would answer your loves call?
Blue caesars
St Peters
Concubines
and turbines
turn wood from heels
to the eels
of salad dressing rebels
in the sinking sun
of a million buns and tokens of love
drugged by the stuff
that call to your heart
Totem pole dolly girls ready their seeds
to prayers and missions
in the countries art museums
That hold vases of flowers
As if earthly powers
Could some how
their seeds lay to rest
In it's appalling jest
Of some prison convict
Of who's innocense he protests
Inside the judges chambers
I lay my case the best I can
There is no equality in this world
Except the grace which is Natures Rod
The country parks hold festivals
The towns streets are full
Love transcends this wearied world
As each generation calls man God
Then fights for rights to rule
Each side believes they are top dog
The heinous crime that was His murder
Has left its mark on the faces
He created
In the pool of tears that Man is standing in
What leaves our flesh but love and sin
To lead the selfish to the test
Of nightmare or dream
Contested by the seas colours
See the grey turn into green
See the flag ships on them rolling
Confused when green turns to blue
And there is no line between
heaven and ocean
when there is no boundry
which walks beauty's line
The Train wreck of my heart is swollen
In the voices of the wind
But who's shirt now have I stolen
When I see the colours run from black to red
Upon the turf where we tread
Upon the roads that leaves the sod
When we eat the bread that bitter tastes
When the grain is small and shriven
As your love when you feel mine
What is this law
that nature has writ
That all good things die
But to save our lost wit
So too shall the bad things
die though not so quick
What are the laws that man has made
In place to confirm his face
In Godly Halls
Yet where does his dominion reach
As man is stranded away from God
Upon the other beach
He killed his God
Sometime back in the days
When capitalism breached
The walls of his holy house
Then layed so too by his self love
In his bed of roses
Yet his bed has already forgotten
Mans existence,
The years have trodden it out the way
We are each divided from another
By the time that our love does decay
Only one love when reached
Can fulfil the vacuum that
lies under the sun
There is just one love, only one
And that commands its law
With iron rod
That which transcends the bonds of time
The love in one universe alone
That Spiritual love of God
Hear the owls of night
They are poets burning bright
Each new sound a hundred more
They do set fire with bells aroar
Their loquacious tongues
do sing the hymn
Before the bat king (hung in the rafters)
To the cat clung tight in doors
stretching its carpet claws
And to each sound my ear is a tuned
As the play of light on your face by the moon
And right be right
wrong be wrong
You too my love
May hear the owl's song
Thought at night is there by right
Thought by day may go and play
Though I love the evening time
And run to it with body and mind
My love is free
As the roots of a tree
For in the day the truth to find
And yet it also must be true
That as night follows day
So I follow you
And being as one who sees
but does not say
I will keep you a secret
from this to the last day
And comfort is blind
To the trials of love
It is good it might find
In the darkness above
A light of star to guide
While the night we abide
We pray that the day
May be more merciful and kind
So scurry not
To the scarecrows lot
With flightless birds from the sea
The Meare Road, the Road is Meare
Raging on the Meare Road
Eleven in the evening
don't know why I'm getting old
And don't know what I'm feeling
Shored myself up with a drink of gin
Jack Daniels and Rum Jim
Just walking while still missing
This gap I find myself in
Hoping all is eclectic work
No church work on this wall
Bells just fall
and ring the ground
In Meare where I'm suffering
Pale moon, pale night
My soul is pale, pale white
while the road I walk
Bends left and right
to follow the way I'm feeling
I find a bridge over running waters
Upon its wall I lay me down
The river curdles all my angst
Until black tender night
cradles me to my rest
Now nothing matters
and nothing's lost
Like in the waters I have crossed
There is no time to worry more
For blessed sleep comes
knocking at my door
And nothing's sacred
and nothings soft
Except your memory
Which I cannot turn off
All I long for, yearn, desire,
Is to burn with you, within your fire
All I savour and still hold close
Is the memory of your ghost
You got every colour Blue
You cheer cheers
Mine is close
You got ropes
I got nooses
You got hopes
Mine are mooses
You got soaps
I got sluices
What we need
is two-way fuses
You got boss
I got shriven
You been a loss
I broke even
Every thing I'd given
You need coal
I need water
You got fire
I got spit
You got sand
I got shit
You got one
I got two
We got every colour blue
Money comes, money goes
Funny how, some are sold
Some get rich, some die old
Every colour blue
Crazy gate, for crazy horse
Crazy jump, crazy course
What came first?, but what worse?
what went out, came back curse
Sitting pretty, sitting gold
Streets of heaven all are sold
None for rent have to buy
See estate agent in the sky
When I go
You go too
I and us
Me and you
Like yo yo
You two, too
We are lust
Trust like glue
how you know?
I know you
We go, go
But I go too
Fire, fire burning
Inside the zoo
Ark now go
Two by two
Kiss queen toe
toe times two
Two times toe
Toe times you
You be queen
Queen bee you
You throw, throw
To you, you,you
We must go
Now every colour blue
One is two,
Two is four
One is every colour poor
Give me trailer
Give me skint
Give me fifty dollar splint
I've grown old, but
she's still young
In the car room, salesman
husband, wife, city strife
I am her,
You be nice,
I be handsome,
You be cold
I want ransom
but kidnap sold
Kill a love
Don't love a kill
Love got no license
Love need no skill
Better be brave, better be will
love goes ice
When iceman still
Hill is cold, some mother crying
Tears fall twice
longing ever growing
Love not come, pay any respect
Now she is old, crooked neck
love stand still
Sun on hill
No mother crying
For love now kill
You are grainy
I am sand
You talk crazy
I no understand
I have time
Time kill you
We have every colour blue
If you see me
Where the elder droops
And the swallow in the sky just swoops
See my head bowed down
Don't look at my frown
because I'm still free
David Thurlow
Zen like and nimble
Fit as a thimble
That shadowy man of the lair
Bearded not greedy
By rights not all there
Shaggy not bad tempered
Robust as his fencing
Traced back his lines to the roots
Whole hearted, out-smarted
by no one above him
You just have to love him
Mr Thurlow comes from stock of the bear
You shout in his direction
He hears not a question
But answers with meaningful stare
Romance is in him
No Lance corporal can wince him
That canny old elf of great care
I once had met
Some folk who could vet
They saw him leap five great stairs
Look in river or stream
He's near anything green
You cannot believe his clean hair
David Thurlows his name
But he's outside the game
Still winning while he's not in there
Do you wait by the river
Or stumble the gorge
There's a man who'll deliver
His life in the forge
Cast of iron or steel
You know it ain't real
But believe this man of the lair
Ghosts risen in steam,
The glen or the stream
Mr Thurlow will willow,
and billow your windrow
Til canal boat and thimble
Do thread where the wind blows
Then you'll hear his voice on the air
Calling come back and greet us
Ye locals and far reachers
And step your nimble feet in Ebbors lair
Love upon Love/ upon all
I came upon loves fence
Out from a walk in wilderness
And sat there for a while
Many a thought did come to me while I rested upon loves stile
And many a feeling too
Though so fleeting were the clouds above
That soon I abandoned love
and walked on
In that time all was white and fine
For the briefest moment all was bright
I said good bye to blackest night
And in my hand
I felt her hand
In my heart I heard her voice
Each was nothing
but ever most
She was too real
Yet she seemed a ghost
Each was hard yet soft
In my dilemma I had no choice
I had to return to love
Either to win the moon and stars
or to lose all of creation
Either to be bold to match the feeling
Or as ash and star dust
be blown away
Nothing was near yet nothing far
As all in Loves landscape
had been changed by trust
And silence moved my very soul
Yet in my heart
I heard music of harps
And all this I found in loves place
This love I found in her sweet face
A Day in a Bar
In such a selfish time
And a likewise sheltered bar
I stopped a moment for to take a sip
And then to smoke a cigar
The mercenaries and Judges
There did sit and each other abide
With the mercury of their smiles
which cut their faces open wide
And selfish sin did stink the place
like some potent mell of fish
When I sat down, a waitress
came and said honey what is your dish
I left my honour at the door
My mind spoke my wish
Like bullets from a tommy gun
My eyes grappled to her flesh
And seasons of sin turned my stomach
as the blonde went to the boxer's corner
And to him him did confide
I with my half spun anarchy
Laced her pride filled heart to my side
So that when he began to bad mouth her
I quickly stepped astride
And there and then the boxer crooned
and to my face cried
A jeering jest
to which his friends did not protest
Indeed they lit the way to a duel contest
This guy who's jealousy had blunted his features
to some dumbness of form
As I levelled my hateful gaze upon him
As in some biblical storm
The day drops bled from a top his brow
Then the dame did run
And later when she was retelling it
She revealed that beneath
the table he had held a gun
Disgusted in Love
I take off my glove
And find no finger prints there
Caught red handed
And unbandaged by the witch
Who pulls at your golden hair
Looks troubled at the shaken crime
And into the toast rack of the forgotten line
Al dente under pants
firm to the bite
Throw them at the wall
All through the night
If they don't stick
They will be alright
Al dente under pants
Are a culinary delight
No pasta walls are wailing tonight
I'm disgusted in love
But my eyes cry in fright
My legs turn windmills
in the wind
And all my arms can stand up for
Is their right to be still
Give me disgusted love
And I'll tell you a rhyme
Kick out the cat in a river of slime
Bile of the ages
Pill box of crime
Disgusted love is overflowing
through the sewers of time
Ribald ribbons joke with curls
That girls are no better than boys
In the best of all worlds
Leave me tight in the pocket
I'm short in the purse
My mouth is a drain pipe
So go call the nurse
I'm disgusted in love
but it only gets worse
Now for the second time
Lets hear the first verse
Disgusted in love,
Tailored in chasened dreams
Pull down around the pantry room
The kitchens not been cleaned
I'm in my al dente underpants
And I'm disgusted
Disgusted in love
Sychophants in under pants
call time on the nations chore
Risen tides of violence rides
Out the Severn Bore
Token takes the toke glass
That smoky rivers pour
To rustic lies, in ancient eyes
When timbers moan and call
The Lady lies full square in bed
Her dead head falls
From her homestead
And elephantic wives endure
Up and down the window
This wife then yours
Us our lives
Stick the door
with tape across the cracks
Timpany creeps
A creepers core
This is obvioussly Pigeon Street
Coo, coo, Ha, Haa, Ho, ho, He, he,
The slap and tickle the cackle free
Of turned up turnips
Tournique, tie around
a dignified neck
Telescopic voice calls out
Not a laugh, but a shout
You've reached the corner
Now turn about
back onto Pigeon Street
Real lives turn fake
Taken pride, prison cake
Some where within you find
The key to 15 Pigeon Street
Now yours, now his,
This wide eyed blink
Can you believe no Kitchen sink?!
Can you cry out, what drought, what drought,
Its dry on Pigeon Street
Come pour with rain
Come fill your pain
With Tears so distant they
Fall in vain
When windows blow
The prison cell
You'll know too well
You're living on Pigeon Street
Two eyes collide
head on with stuff
Graveyards, bones
Now I scoff at
Flies inside the beggar's belly
Calling out for Pigeon Street
Reading lines from long lost poems
Who wrote the Mayans
When they last wrote Home
Because they died because they lived
In the house on Pigeon Street
Railings cold, and trailers scuffed
Tears dry on tombes
You learnt your books off
And library's close
And Roman roads all lead
to Pigeon Street
Coo, coo, Ha, ha, hee, hee
Hoo, ho
You know you are a prisoner now
Your keys are gone
but thought lives on
Inside the cracks on Pigeon Street
Take heed my friend
It does not end
That road which leads from here
there wends
When the light is gone
And all is cold
You know you've reached the pigeon road
And there no friend
One may meet
Unless its to ask
Is this Pigeon Street
Great Breech Wood
I went to walk in Great Breech wood
And found myself where trees abound
The North wind blew between dead twigs
And curled the leaves that lay on the ground
My nose it twitched, my ears they itched
I felt the presence of deer and hounds
I saw a squirrel run to a trees furthest reach
And heard the forest birds song of sound
The nettles stung, the beeches browned
The Oaks were strengthened by the ground
The leaves curled in the winter furls
That twirled the wind and around me wound
And my love did call from beneath an ash’s eves
Like a satellite I was drawn to its planetary crown
Then Great breach wood was torn asunder
It gave forth lumber of Larch and pine
All of it under a winter storms thunder
Which rattled the bones of all those near
Their toppling heights and treacherous climbs
My dear lady was struck by a bolt of lightening
A love dart from the Gods struck her in her prime
And the planetary dark that ensued was a wonder
To walk in this park I felt was a crime
My romantic soul wished to lurch for a number
By which I could dial then bring back the time
But the forest which was wiser than mountains
Held my soul fast so alone did I climb
To birth the last hope I had of my loved one
And set her soul free her one God to find
Now alone I walked though the forest was alive
Badgers scurried like bank clerks collecting
Their wad of twigs and worms like knives
The wood pecker sung the pigeon cooed
A single black bird alone mewed
And rats slumbered beneath
Rotting tree limbs
As foxes cavorted singing howling hymns
The forest was quiet like a graveyards hushed
As greenery flourished
And foliage lushed
The sandal wearing saint was knighted
The night began its game
Half housed between this world and the next
Advantaged
As in the eves called the owls
And many stations of the cross were planted
As herbs and forest plants were vowed
Into sacred celebration
Of the moon like majestic cows
Who’s alien forms besmirched the landscape
And past the night with heavy sounds
Until in the dawn rose the single starlings
In the flock of chorus loud
And beneath the canopy of heaven
Wrote the names of those in shroud
To be remembered by the martyrs
Who had seen and died, and lived then bowed
And this I saw while I was walking
All this was mine of to be most proud
Inside the Breech of the Great Wood Vaulting
And opened its vaults to the sun and the cloud
Want
I don't want to want
I don't want to tell you why
All I want is the font
Falling from a rain filled sky
And my want is tears
Falling from a pain filled eye
All my wants are fears
Stealing out before I die
And I don't want to feel or cry
I just want the want
That means I don't have to try
It has been a desert of the years
While all my wants have turned to fly
and even if I want you
My wanting will return like a sigh
So hear me in my wants
Just list them like wishes to tie
Your wishbone has been broken
Now don't you want to break the lie
How about it Sinorita?
You are in, I am out
I'm bitter, you're stout
Come one, come all
come nail your colours to the wall
I've seen what you can't believe
But your ghost won't leave
And I've only heard the rumour
That you were here Lady Amour
That shoulder to cry on
Seems as harmless as a lion
Until I step into the pen
Where you'll drink with your mouth open
And mine will cast as black as ink
You wish well, dried up ivory sink
Sucked bone dry
The hair of the sky
Now bristles with untimely winks
As your unicorn eclipses the sun
and goes to the moon light to drink
Synopsis of the film Tension at Table rock
Or the story of Wes Tancred
The head lines read :Ruthless and mean
He killed his best friend over a woman
who he snubbed then she turned him in
Then he was pardoned
The song Wes Tancred
Left him no place to call home
So he left town
and took the name John Bailey as his own
The change of my name
is a strange taste
as bitter as sage and as lonely as thyme
The faces of my masters
Turn to me to blame
They're slaves to agents of change
And actors of a stage
Still my past is shadow and reputation
And that can only be
Dismissed by acts of bravery and redemption
I killed a friend
And in it self love
He had betrayed me in crime
it was a strange taste
As bitter as sage
As lonely as thyme
Tancred earns a friend
In the owner of a stage post
He is killed by the hand of bandits
And Bailey takes the killers down
Earning him an adopted son
In a new town
The boys uncle is the sheriff
Though only in name
For his deeds do not answer the same
The colours of eden
do turn fast as pastures
grazed by cattle the drivers rustle
The county sheriff's in a fluster
frozen in fear
As the town's folk grow nervous
As cattle rustlers grow near
The cattle boys have been on the trail
for four months
Are hard bitten, rough drinken
Ready for a brawl
As they ride into town
The town's folk hide and crawl
But they're done with running scared
They need a leader to stand behind
To stand up to their foe
He's the very man
Who has had to change his name
He's mirrored his original scenario
This time its an impotent sheriff
Who's life he must change
And his love is new
The Cowboys they fill the whore house
With scenes of blue
And the love, who is wife to the sheriff
finds it hard to live with a coward
As he tries to work out his own fear
By facing up to the cow herds
And Wes Tancred has to
Face his own past again
And remember
When Ram Rod busts a fight
but the range is far away
A farmer who stands up to them
Is shot down cold in the sheriff's sight
The sheriff does not have the courage
to be a witness
He is frightened of his stage
The newspaper man tells the truth
With brave words on the page
But the cowboys came in
To revenge the cry of murder
Wes Tancred saves paper print
With fists as hard as lumber
And his adopted protege son
Is caught up in the fricay
And the new love is smitten
By his brave deeds and acts
And it is a stange taste
bitter as sage
As lonely as time
The farmer's death went to inquest
But the sheriff would not tell the truth
Until Tancred revealed his true name
Then the jury and whole town did decide
Upon who to turn the finger of blame
The sheriff finds his voice
And the cowboys are accused
But will Tancreds testimony hold up
He is still hampered by the crime
Or false repute of his past
There is a weasel who runs
the bars and whore house
And favours the cowboys custom
He arranges a local hired gun
To intimidate the sheriff
But what does it take
To make a man like Tancred stay?
The promise of a woman he loves
at end of day?
Then
Margaret Feeney’s Funeral - January 18th 2012
The relatives have all arrived
The Priest is expecting the church to fill
Lacock Abbey stands to the West
To the East is Bathwick Hill
Holymen and sepulchres
Fight in some far off foreign land
But in this Earth Margaret will rest
In this our England
The summer starlings have been and gone
Winter is reaching out her hand
The ice, the ice and frost abound
Like across a desert sand
Nothing but bleak relief
Follows the funeral caravan
As they climb the hill to the crematorium
And let fire consummate her wish belief
That all men were created equal
But all women work for peace
From ashes we come to the stars we return
Our dust is lust and trust reborn
In peasants as in kings
How the mightiest have fallen
Under such a sweet birds wings
Margaret you had the best of us
In you the most dear human qualities were found
A friend to those who knew great hardship
A saint to those run aground
The nuns of l’oisiers sang out a tune
That Margaret Feeney would come
Back to them soon
As over Africa rose the stars and great moon
A country that you once were in love with
And they loved you too,
With their hearts like balloons
As you carried them away from their strife
There was never a more deserving thing to do
No greater good could you do in your life
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