The River of Fortune

I sat by the buckets of sand all around

Brought up from the river

Placed on the bank

I was waiting with my buckets of sand all around

Waiting to build a new temple in thanks

Well it was only a river

A river of fortune

It was only a river to me

It was only a river,

Just a river of fortune

And I followed the river

That flowed into the sea

Well I walked up the mountains

To find its old source and

I searched for the gold at the end of the rainbow

And I followed the river, the river of fortune

I followed the river that flowed

Into the sea

Well I cleared all the tables

Threw white and sable

Flags over the things that were never meant to be

And the river took them all

All my possessions

And they carried them out and into the sea

It was only a river, a river of fortune

Only a river to me

It was only a river, just a small river

But I followed the river down into the sea

Well I fished on its banks

And cried and gave thanks

And it answered my prayers sometimes

And it gave back in barrels

When I sang of its carols

Oh the river of fortune

For the bold and the free

It was only a river, a river of fortune

Only a river to me

Only a river, just a small river

And I followed the river that went down to the sea

Sun on the Parliament

The sun on the parliament

The shining white government

Cleaner than clean, holier than thou

Looking backwards or looking forwards

Holding on to something I can’t see anyhow

Where are the dreams that I once mastered

Where is my shipmate to stand in her bow?

It came like a triffid out of the blue

It shot like an arrow or a bullet that flew

And there was no stopping the love in the morning

There was no cropping the growth that was new

For we all fall down, when we sneeze

We all come down with that flu

Love is as catching as a fire in thatching

And its impossible to put out what has grew

Finally, there came a question

It was asked of our lives if true

Or if false it meant we must return to our boarding

on the chicken wire fence where we crew

Seven days a week

Context> Isis defeated in Syria,
A factory has been burning for half a week
They've just discovered how to scan a baby's heart while its in the womb


Well it burned from Monday to Wednesday
But on Sunday was when the fire went out

The factory burned, burned, burned
From Monday to Wednesday
It burned down the chambers of the heart
An the cathedral bells there
Rang in the boiling air
And what can be a greater organ than
The human heart?

Well the organs blew their pipes
And the strings strummed their pangs
And the choirs of the angels
Sang their hymns

But the church still burned
In the ferocious desert wind
That fanned the flames higher
Through the knave

An incendiary bomb went off
And melted the lead roof
And it dripped on the stone slabs
And the pews
The font filled up with ashes
Where the babies cried their lashes
And the mothers lent against the pillars
With tear soaked eyes

And the church of the sacred Heart burned on through the night
It burned as the planes dropped their bombs
And it burned from Monday all through to Wednesday

On Thursday the fire crews came in to save the pews
And they doused the crucifixes in water
On Friday the mothers carried crosses and saved their daughters
And on Saturday all the fathers saved all their sons
So by Sunday the water ran down all the church walls
And the flood came in until the fire in its heart was gone

Falling into the hands of trust

All of my yesterdays are as a nothing
And  all of my tomorrows are dust
The wind blows a gentle breeze of understanding
And I fall once again in your trust

I fall again like the night from the sky
As certain as a pure ray of sun
I fall again like a prisoner held captive
Under the aim of your gun

And the mountains still last in the distance
Despite all our human affairs
They will pass and out smart us
And endure beyond the years of our care

But how can I just a man
Hope to leave a trace in the sand?
When the tide will come in
And wash away my footprints
As if I never did stand

And how can you, just a woman
Hope to command the wind
When you may for short time direct her
But in the end she'll make up her own mind

Virtual Love

Strung out
Like you knew I would be
Strung out like socks on the wall
Waiting to dry in the noon day sun
Waiting, waiting you never call

Its all been a waste, like kissing dead bones
Its all been a pocket of ashes
Which I thrust my hands into and walk down
The street asking for how nobody bashes
Nobody blinks an eye
Nor bats their lashes
Like I was in some kind of cell or cage
But it was nobody's business
Just a sign of the age
We fall in love
We turn over the page
SWIPE LEFT OR RIGHT
On the tinder match stage
And you're in or out of love
Before the website has saved
We have digital hearts
That amount to units
Your noughts and ones
Are in store
They're all countable quantities
Love is a statistical mean
You can estimate and account for
In a relationship
Just a little less or a little more
Just what the woman was asking for
And the man is some part of the score
Just a piece of the equation
To make up the sum
But it could be him or someone else
It could be a prince or a bum
Or it could be herself
That the variable, the factoring in the result
Is its always some poor fucker's
Left waiting on the shelf

Franchised out

Franchise called out
Stuck in with a hammer on my head
Brought it out
Of all the things left unsaid
Crack cocaine of her name
Running in the veins
In my blood stream she is mixed up
Like a drug I can't get enough of
And I want to say her name
Over and over again

I can smell her, like cherry
In the fragments of memory
The reel of our movie
Something unearthly
And out of control
Like a ghost dog that runs
riot at the moon


I am franchised out
I have her taste in my mouth
I am up for sale
What love I have,
I work for her now
In her bar or restaurant
I'll clean her dishes
make her bed
I wish to make her in her bed

But she will go back to him

Mouth full of Ashes

I've been kissing
her with ashes in her mouth

Now I only realize in my last breath
That who I've been kissing
Was the angel of death

She gave me some poison
I swallowed it whole
She was my bad mother
I her good boy
What I need what she wanted
To gain from another
Just a toy, just a toy

I never knew, perhaps
In the farthest reaches of my heart
That this was just a ploy from the start
So when you're through playing your games
Tell me why'd you make a toy of my heart?

WHY'D YOU MAKE A TOY OF MY HEART!

I came across a stranded turtle
Lying on its back in the desert
Well what do you think? I turned it over
I couldn't let it die in this heat

But the heat of the heart
Is like some kind of furnace
That burns all your thoughts
Like paper
And I am so tired of writing this art
I'm fed up of being my own soul's raper