After The Lion left the room

The lion left the room
It had been sitting in the corner
Foreboding our doom
It took its pound of flesh
Before it left
And we are all that remains
We are the rest

The river Gods have claimed their sacrifice
They raged and raved all night
Two ships collided in the water
They paid the highest price

But are they finished with the slaughter
How many deaths will be the toll
Before the river authorities alter
And reason takes back control

I hear the head and shoulders heaving
The rescuers on heavy ropes heave ho
And as they walk away, in leaving,
Dejected with heavy footsteps go

They dragged the river bed
No sign could they find of the hull
Like the rib cage of a whale encasing
The breathless bodies and souls

The water comes in shocking shards
Like ice sheets falling from the skies
And in the river the terrible serpents
Close their grips and tighten their ties

Hard, hard they thrash in the water
Oh what purpose could justify
Such loss, such senseless torture
Tourists visiting first time in their lives

Out on the David's ship deck the captain glimpses
This gargantuan ship in surprise
And the other Captain of the Goliath Viking
Can neither see clearly nor take evasive exercise

The bulk of one, the distraction of the other
The bridge looms large like an open mouth
And forth spills the torrents of snow from the Alps
As rain falls hard from dark black skies

What were they doing out in such weather?
Was it worth the price of the ticket that cost their lives?

Those of us who are land lubbers
Know little of the risks involved
Nor of the captain who could read the water
Its every twist and fold

But what such currents could do after
The cruel twists of fate now told
The river like a Neptune's circus
Where carpets were pulled
And many rugs fold

Where lions of waves leaped at the wreck
Tigers of currents growled underside
And the ring master's whip
Could do nothing to save him
And carried it with him
Down to his grave

Now the water is calmer
The storm is over
The tempest has ceased
The river is high up to the border
The banks like the cage of a wild beast

The spectators look on
who have been left to their own doom
After the lion has left the room

I tried to write you a letter

Well I could have wrote you a letter
but I knew not what to say
So to phone from here was better
But I had hell to pay
Now the devil's in the detail
And he was hard at work that day
Listening to the intel
Of what we had to say

I should have wrote you a letter
To save some face
But instead I thought it better
To call you from my place

Now the weathers getting wetter
And the sun hides his face
Some say I should forget her
But they're not in my place

So I write you this letter
To put an end to my curse
But instead of getting better
Things just got much worse

Well I walk in hills with the twisting vines
And I know love kills but it takes its time
So we can do worse than sip another wine
Because love can be a remedy when it isn't a crime

Now young witches
Hide in ditches
Awaiting to cast their spell
But you can't say I'm not religious
When I slayed the sacred cow
And all those sons of bitches
Who break their wedding vow
Well I tried to write you a letter
But the words fails me now

Good day / Bad day

The landscape changed

The train didn’t seem to go

The way I had arranged

In my mind it had derailed

Flowed into a dream land

of hills and beaches

Fresh rills and green beeches stand

Sziget Szent Miklos

I understand now is not Csepel

Just as HEV 6 is not the same as HEV 7

One track leads to heaven

The other rail goes to hell

If it can be right that my mistake

Be made by mortal hands

The logic I forsake

When I chose to walk not stand

Without my bicycle

I am confined to these iron wheels

That roll in undeniable locomotion

Circumventing paradise

The devil took control

And wielded his mighty sword

Cut through Kis vagoshid’s soil

Cleaved a mighty chasm

The place that I did fall

And yet the Csepel Angels

Came to my fallen call

Carried me on wings of steel

Back upon the pilgrim’s road

Now I feel my world is real

That I am missing my heavy load

My heart evacuated the devil

From its grip

The witch let go her talon hold

Upon my earthly trip

And I am a freeman at last

To live no more a slave

In this poor country of consequences

Their past decisions proved too grave

Miss Budapest

Will I miss Budapest

Will I miss Budapest

Will I miss, will I miss

Will I miss  Miss Budapest

Miss Budapest walked in her new dress

And it swished and it swayed

Around her waist

And she tied back her sweet hair

In the way of her care

And I’ll miss her I’ll miss her

I dare say

But its all for the best

That I leave Budapest

And her perilous ways

And her seductive days

And I dare say I’ll Miss

That tempestuous witch

That made my passions itch

With her swish and her sway

But I could never trust

The ice or the rust

Of her rivers and bridges

That turned shivers in fridges

And her cold stare

But I dare say

On bright sunny days

Then her light shiny haze

Was my chestnut doom

My Budapest room

In the fallow streets’ rays

Where I rest under limes

And shadows of pines

In the dark garden climes

Of her past noon times

Well I’ll Miss her

I’ll Miss her

I’ll kiss her

Do kiss her

For me

For brother and sister

The sun and the moon

Will pass like bright chariots

Maybe I’ll come back to her soon

The world is a beautiful place

The world is a beautiful place

The world stands up in grace

The world shags backwards

All the faces of disgrace

And all the flowers of the city

Are so pretty in their place

The fogs are lifting

Like liquorice canals

Flowing like the pony-tails

Of men in white vans

Shagging like grey suits

Of the pick-up brigade the

Flat caps that never stayed

The he never came back

Leather jacket shade

Of black

The plasterers with grizzly jaws

And fags hanging out of their mouths

The motorcycling husband and wife

With their kid in the sack

The hoodies

The workmen, the chinned hardmen

Who walk like cockerels with their

Shoulders pushed back

Jutting their jaws like the titanic

Ice breakers

Ready for an attack

The music lovers with their head-phones in dancing

To their own tune

And then the girls with their blue dyed hair

Strands cut like records

The baseball caps in reverse

The noble ruck sack wearing youths

The couples in earnest pursuit of life

And love and meaning

And the wind in the red curly locks

Of a young man who faces his life alone

The survivors

The strivers and the thrivers

Rubbing shoulders in the same street

The world is a wonderful place

I believe

In the smile

Of chubby cherubs

The dirty grey brown hair

Of old mother hubbards

Who peck the ground

For their meal

The world is a beautiful place

I still feel

Earthly moments

The trees are frosty

And the water starts

To kill me softly

In my warm, warm heart

And I need nothing

But the day to start

For I’m delaying

This chilling part

The crime is open

And my legs disappear

Someone has drawn

A chalk outline of when we were here

My heart is missing

And the wind whistles clear

Through the hole blown

By the bullet of your tear

Now I used to have you

But we screwed that up dear

The cows are lowing in the fields and the deer

Are always going where the dew is clear

In the mountains where the wild rivers steer

I used to know you

Like an itchy ear

I used to scratch you

Just show you my fear

Of ever losing what I used to hear

The beat of my chicken heart

I used to thatch the cottages around here

Be on the roofs with my straw brain

Leave me lightly, just leave me the rain

I’ll listen slightly in my door-way again

The token of yesterday is the key to today

We use it wisely to unlock the pain

I wanted nothing more from you than to say

That you love me again and again

I used to need you to pull me apart

You used to feed my cold, cold heart

I used to starve you just to let the process start

Of trying to drown you in the apple cart

I used to run through the market place

With everyone knowing me by my face

Now I’m in the stocks at midnight

I’m the great disgrace

Trying to call you out from your hiding place

Well you can hurl at me all your insults

You even as a churl tell me to revolt

Against the feudal lords who run this place

For we’re just peasants working by his grace

The crops are growing and I feel alive

The seeds are sowing and I know we’ll survive

It just been showing since the weather took a dive

A little water fell like manna from the skies

Missing persons

Line 2 to Örs vezér tér
Always so spare
So warehouse care of passengers
Like messengers to the King of Rubbish Dumps
Like Sisyphus pushing a boulder up a mountain
Like trusting a Monk
To be responsible for fiscal policies of a nation

And Pensioners rub their noses
In their mobile phones
Play games like children
While children have already learnt
How to take control of their lives
And make demands on their parents
Like little mercenaries holding captive
Love
Spilling everyone's identities over the internet
Like a cold soup of ideas
Somebody made years ago
Then froze in the freezer
Until they had run out of food
And now its all we have to eat
But what's the use?

Because when the case is closed
And the trails run cold
All the detectives reveal
Their true clothes
And in the case of missing persons
There is nothing left to lose
We are already missing
From the story
Of the Golden goose
Of Narcissus I can only say this
We object to his vanity
But at least he was obsessed
With his own humanity
Some form of being human
Even if the sin of pride
Yet artificial identity
Is no place to hide
When we lose our flesh and blood
To digital noughts and crosses
And there is nothing left to wipe out
Of us but our ideas of our losses
Then we will become
The man in the mirror
Or the image in the pool
The fat man getting thinner
The ghost and shadow
Dancing on the wall

Coal eyes burning

Coal island bound
On the ship
On the rocking waves
I'm on my way
To the black coal face
I will work in the gutters
The shores of respite
Will heal my soul
And my ship will be scuppered
On that island of coal
I've hurt and I've suffered
For the whys and the Hows
The whos and the whats
But if I had to tell
What it was I learned
I can't say a lot
Apart from how and when
To be a fool to myself
When someone rings a bell
I jump
When they start to yell
I slump
Like a puppet on string
Held by you

The puppet island sailors
Are calling now
Writing letters
To the roving butterflies
That are blown across oceans
Whose pupae have squirmed
Chrysalises shake
In the mid Atlantic wake
Of the Ships
That go sailing by

Eye and I

With one eye I am laughing
With the other I will cry
When I find the pieces come together
Of the puzzles in my mind

The mask it slips like an actor's
When the stage is bare
When Tragic and Comic factors
Look up from the audience and stare

There are no more tickets left
The show is about to begin
But I can stand there in the drama
While one eye sheds a tear
And the other spreads a grin

Who can see beyond the face
Who can crack the mask
For the wearer hides in disgrace
The questions he fears to ask

And when finally they are answered
The mask can be allowed to slip
While one eye will be filled with laughter
The other shows a trembling lip

From two parts we are made
Mother and father put together
The lightness and the shade
The sunshine and bad weather

Take out from the equation X
Then Y has no place
See the execution of sex
The chromosomes of race

The black and white of colour
Where creation finds its space
One eye open wide in laughter
The other closed in sad embrace 

Mr Yesterday

I am Mr Yesterday
Pleased to meet you
No, no after you Mr Today
I've already been here before
I'll tell you what you need to know
All the things you should remember
Just like the things you said you'd forget
Like Christmas shopping in late December
I'll remind you of the self you thought you'd left behind
But remember that I am you yourself
Just bear that in mind
I had your thoughts the other day
They churned and turned and whined
About all the places you will go in forward or rewind
I'm telling you this Today,
To your self you must be kind
Just don't forget to remember everything I say
And don't put off until Tomorrow
What Yesterday already did find

The river that flows

Fisherman sitting looking in a stream
Thinking of all the fish he's seen
Some they come and some they go
Down by the banks of the river that flows

Some he's caught and some let go
And it all depends on how far he throws
Some swim fast and some swim slow
When his line he casts he soon lets trow
Down by the banks of the river that flows

Orange glint of a dawning sun
Just a hint of the knowledge it knows
In the tree sits a big black crow
Sitting in the shadow of a big black gun

Some birds come and some they go
Down by the banks of the river that flows

Pigeons flutter into the sky
Ducks stay hidden down below
Fisherman thinks how the good men die
Some they come and some they go
Down by the banks of the river that flows

Halfway to Heaven

I am halfway to heaven, halfway to heaven
I feel I'll be half way pretty soon
Well the stars fall from the bright sky
I'm walking down the highway
And the hills rise up to meet the moon

I'll be halfway to heaven, half way to heaven
Halfway to heaven pretty soon

Well I'm gonna get there my way
No matter how long the highway
I'm gonna walk a million miles to the moon
I'll be coming round the mountain
Stop to drink at a fountain
But I'll be halfway to heaven pretty soon

Halfway to heaven, halfway to heaven
There's a red carpet being rolled out flat
I've just got to keep on going
Though the weather may be snowing
And across my path walk many cats
I know that I've a dog star
Shining in the silver cinema
Some movie playing about a tramp
And there's a lady there kissing him
Well I can sing the missing hymn
I'll be halfway to heaven pretty soon

True at first light

The Evening is the best time for denial
In it we can lie to ourselves
The music plays
The dancers twirl
The fingers curl
Into hair
And stares across tables, and rooms
parking lots and underground platforms
Throughout the day
Swirl into one confusing nebulae
And explode in fireworks
Of stars new hopes and dreams
On the consciousness

Down on earth in the morning
After the stars have fallen
Below the line of the subconscious ocean
Of sleep through the night
The dawn breaks
And understanding dawns on us
That we are not as indestructible
As we had made out
But more fragile things
Yet made of this star dust
We continually come together
Under the same guise as before

Perhaps except rotated at a different angle
To face the sun
And let the shadows of our doubt
Fall on another someone
Forgive the other we had previously accused
Then let our suspicions rest elsewhere
Until they can be denied or confirmed

Or else and this is the hope
To be free from such denials
And falsehoods
But the human mind can only face so much
Can only stand so much truth
And bite off enough reality for it to chew
Over

So that solutions if they come at all
Come as pieces of comets and asteroids
broken up in the atmosphere of
Our worldly concerns
The air we share
To fall like shooting stars
Down to earth

Under a green leaf tree

Somewhere under a tree
In a sunny green field of wheat
Where the shade of its leaf
Gives some relief
To the blind fury of life

Some standing arbor like a grotto
Some freshly grown riparian chateau
I'd settle for such a repose

Lay me down in the flowers my love
Lay my head on your breast
I want to stay for hours my love
With you and find my sweet rest

I want to dance in the moonlit towers
On the marble stairs of Olympia
Or throw my cares to the wild flower airs
That grow in the fields of Elysium

I wish for sources of rivers to be known to me
So I can drink from their well
And fill my dry mouth with their reviving salts
And bathe my limbs where tired they fell

Do you remember the fish in Eger?
That weaved their way through the stream
The river changed, but they remained the same
Like you and I in a dream

Sadly the river has passed us on
As we've been treading water together
I wish like the salmon we'd swum
And seen
All the places we could've together

But instead we joined a stagnant pool
Where the Sun has almost killed us
And the water is dank
Where nobody drank
And no new hopes could've filled us

So I must leave on my own off shoot
I must join a tributary of the Great River
And you must go too if you value your life
Or you will stay in this poor pool forever

There can be no way back for us my love
We must accept what the river has given us
And if we can't live together
Then we must find another
And hope that other
Has forgiven us

Trolley Number 70

Made to measure slick boys
Ready for the construction yard
Cigarette candle ladies
Sitting on their waxwork chairs

Young bucks and old fucks
Riding on the same bus
Waiting in white
Bearded head blue suit
Taxis drive in yellow pursuit

Dread locked lover
Leather jacketed girl from
A magazine cover

Spear-headed pinstriped business men
Children, mothers wailing with green prams
Faces of beauty, blonde haired cuties
Glasses they wear, sit like birds in their hair
On the red trolley
Number 70

For every end there's a beginning

The Ending said
Yes this looks like it
We've had a nice time
But its high time we quit

The beginning said, hmm, now well
Where shall we start
To begin at the beginning
But I had a change of heart

The thing with love is its a terrible weed
It gets in your garden because
Of your greed
And you lust after things
You don't possibly need

You try to mow it down
Even kill its seed
But when its already grown
There nothing for it than to lead

You ought to know
There's no beginning or end
To the heart
To cut off an emotion
Is not like an engine
With an ignition key

So Beginning said again
I am the creator
The great instigator of what your heart needs

And End stepped in like a terrible black friend
With a macabre sense of humour
No point hanging around you'll get a tumour
With all this worry and stress
Life is too short
For this lifelessness
This holding on to something
Like the strands of a scarf
Don't make me laugh
Said Death
End's brother in arms
Cousin to rebirth

So now rebirth
The mother to Beginning
Gave forth her bellyful of wisdom
Be wise my child with your life force
But go out into the wild world
And multiply

For the mountains shall divide
And be swallowed by the sea
And the tides will cover the islands
And what will be shall be

I could've brought us there

Why did you do this to me?
I could have lived for a thousand years
Without discovering this planet of tears

Where the seas are salty
And the moon moves the tide
And all communications are faulty
Each time that I've tried

To break through
To touch you inside

I could've been on a journey
To the centre of the earth
And never experienced the gravity
That's pulled me since my birth

Out of you
For what its worth

I could've held open heaven's door
And slammed shut hell's gate
Just so we could stand on love's shore
And wave goodbye to the ship of hate

I could've brought us there
But instead now its too late

The tides come in, our ship has sunk
Now we're washed up outside of Eden's walls

Put a little water with it

Put a little water with it
When you've drunk some wine
And you're feeling fine
Put a little water in

Facebook comments and posts
Can hurt and in extreme the most
So before you click
Remember the mix
Put a little water with it

When you're out on the street with your loved one
And the words fly like bullets from a gun
You're experiencing a lovers tiff
Dilute your words before they hit
Put a little water with it

Things come out better
When there's news of the weather
When its been sunshine for days but no showers
The heat drives men insane
They need a little water on the brain!
Hey let it rain
Put a little water with it

The world is made up of H2O
And we are but creatures of this world you know
Alcohol is poison
Give a little Adam's ale oilin'
Neither lets us be poisoned by our words
It really is absurd, like trying to swallow swords
Remember to drink down water for your healing

As for comments and clicks
Its an internet of sticks
And stones that may break your bones
But whoever said words don't hurt when you're alone?
Put a little water with it

The bells of Csepel

The bells of Csepel
They are ringing
In the air you can tell
They are bringing
In news of the ware
Houses of despair
And my soul which is trapped
There singing

Those bells there now
Have rung
For all those strung out and hung
For doing right not wrong
Innocent without a gun
For them the bells have rung

They have rung
For the liars and deceivers
Town criers calling to non-believers
For the beggars and the thieves
All those who cannot be relieved
For those lost and alone
Have they rung

The bells of Csepel they are ringing
Between heaven and hell
they are bringing
The souls of the dead
To the flat island's head
Where the Csepel Angels
Are winging

Stealing words

What did the singers mean
When they swam that old stream
Across, beyond this mortal dream
Of life and love so in between

And how do singers hold their tongue
When they know the day is done
Of life and love and everyone
Brought up sun-ward in the sky hung

I filched the last pilchard of the race
The salmon swimming changed my face
Into a mainstream streamlined grace
Two fish wives looking in disgrace

I locked a nimbus in the sky
And lost my keys to the rain dance guy
Who stamped his feet, but I didn't try
I stood there watching and asked him why

He flew at me with a ballerinas speed
And chewed the curtains rails of my need
But while it drops I remains to impede
His escape from the stage where my heart bleeds

I fought a long way to the ghost
Of words that you said that hurt the most
And quietly timber falls on a Grecian coast
As they prepare their ships for the naval host

One day those ships will sail in
And I'll be there on the bowsprit and grin
At all those I know who said I'll never win
But my armies will conquer over sin

And yes there will be fortune and pain
For the river rises and runs dry again
In words once lost but we will regain
Our hold on the holy ghost down lain

Csaba

I am writing this
For a guy I know
He's very cool
The type is true
Daisy chains and pipes that flue
Through his big literary brains
Like geese that flew, like winter rains
And summer hazes
As Summer fields of daisies
And swallows following mazes
Through and through
A deep brain
Like a deep river rumbles over rocks
But is silent in its secrets
It holds in its depths
Its surface is still
It is cool

And immediately we know
It as our other selves
Like a mirror
A quivering river's reflection
Showing the imperfections
But the figure
Is walking away
With the black crows
The ravens road
Down the green valley pathway

Brand Victim

He was a brand victim
He was a victim of the Brand
And if you saw him you'd convict him
Of falling victim to a fashion crime

Some times men can be so egotistical
Sometimes they love their own image far too much
This was the case with old Narcissus
Who with his own reflection fell in love

Now Old narcissus was a victim
He was a victim of a crime
Old narcissus you'd convict him
Of being in the right place but at the wrong time

Who was it pulled the plug on the space project?
Who was it said to explore space was a crime?
Well that man at NASA was a brand victim
And he fell victim to a tear in space-time

You know God he is up there in his heaven
Twiddling his thumbs wasting time
Because down here man is a brand victim
And Adam fell victim to the original brand crime

Adam and Eve had no fashion
For that trade they simply had no time
But they fell victim to their passion
And then they fell victim to the fig-leaf brand crime

I wish I could tell you a story
How we all had common sense all the time
Unfortunately for us, Adam, Eve or Narcissus
I've fallen victim to my own lack of time

The lion and the Griffin

The lion and the griffin
They were fighting
For the shield of St George
When Hercules walked down
To the Danube
And said to them both climb on board

Well down in the reeds
He met St Christopher
Carrying on his shoulder
The Saviour Our Lord
And Hercules said to the child
Well come on now
And climb on board

And as he was crossing that old river
The tide was strong, the river broad
And then he met old Moses and the Israelites
And so he said to them
Climb on board

Old Moses he proved very useful
He cut back the tide with his sword
And down with the flapping fish
They met Atlas
Who said my shoulders are strong
So climb on board

Now down on the river bed
It was muddy
And Atlas began to sink
Under his hoard
Until who should he meet
But a great sea snake
Who said my back is long
So climb on board

Now they all slithered along quite safely
And they thought
All of their problems were cured
Until they met old Satan
Hiding in the river basin
And he whispered to them
Climb on board

So they went down
That old plug hole
Where it is the whirl pool of the world
But down at the gate
Satan met his check mate
In the fine figure of the Lord

Now He said to Satan
Give them back
Their souls are mine I am assured
And so they had a fight
In the darkest time of night
And in the morn
The Lord said to them all
Climb on board

So he brought them up
The plug hole
And tread down on the head
Of the serpent
And they all rose alright
In the new day's light
Out on the other river shore

Thanks to you we have been saved
Thanks to you we are cured
And the Lord said in response
That is nonsense
Anytime you need me I can be called
Just look up and pray
And climb on board

About love

I don't know what we're going to do about love
I don't think I can figure it out
Like pieces of a puzzle with some bits left out
I don't know what we're going to do about love

I don't have a clue
In the sky of blue
I don't want it back
Like a night of black

I don't want it green
Like a field I have seen
Give it to me yellow
Like an evening mellow

Give it to me strange
Because I need the change
Give it to me odd
Like I believe in God
Don't give it to me pained
Because I'm already chained

I don't know what we're going to do about love

And I know this needs to be changed
I just don't know how
I know its rearranged
Like the stars and the plough

I know what I thought I knew
About all the times we've pulled on through
But I don't know now
What we're going to do
About love

Hopes and Fears

Willow cotton on the ground
The river path gravel
Without much sound
Beside the birds who awake
And found
The glassy river reflects the ground
And trees shudder in the echo of cold
From the days long gone but still bold
Which made them strong to withhold
The coming rains from clouded folds

And animistic rites of passion
Stand hard like a hair style fashion
Upon the things that I once said
Arising from a sun soaked head

Meaning less my birth right fixed
By the fens and rows of sticks
That make up pens for men and bricks
To live within their courts of tricks

And out perform each other's trades
Sparkling in some dark charade
Of Gods and ghosts and other shades
Of all the hosts upon this stage

I see beyond the curtained wall
To the time before the fall
When Adam and Eve were quite enthralled
By the wind that cannon balled

And knocked down flat their ideas
Of each others hopes and each's fears
For before the fall they both had ears
But neither had eyes to see nor tears

No longer yours

The emotional manipulation
I don't want anymore
Let me paint you a picture
I'm not yours

The flights down staircases
Flinging open doors
Let me paint you a picture
I'm no longer yours

Birds in the bright sky
Can breathe outdoors
Inside I was your prisoner
But now I'm not anymore

The Devil's in the detail
Of all the letters you can check
I've heard about God up to my neck
And I can't stand the hypocrisy anymore
I'm no longer yours

The truth does not lie

Truth was like a tiger
Stalking in the long grass
It crept up on me like a fugitive
Furtive in its glance
I didn't trust it to begin with
Did not want to go along
With its plan or schemes
It wanted to break free from jail
But I was hooked on a captive's false dreams

Eventually I succumbed
To its undeniable logic
When you eliminate all other explanations
Only the truthful facts remain

And when that became clear
I willingly followed in its pursuit
On a jail break from falsehood
On the trail of right and good