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

Times of Yore

And in the aftermath
The whole world quaked
The little birds in the trees sang
Their big world beat
And shoes began their tapping
Down old familiar streets
While the new world was made
In the skipping heart beats

And each place that I had known
Came from some place beneath
The blood extracted from a stone
The thoughts of my belief

I thought that I had known
Just what you were about
But I had read too many books
To be without any doubt

My head was filled with big ideas
And things that I called facts
Just truths that had really been blown
Into God given laws or acts

And in actual fact the tombe
Was written in four acts
One of dancing bees alone
The second of marshaled cats
The third a screaming cacophony
Of Unbridled acts of joy
The fourth like some regret that's known
Only to little boys

And I stood in wonder of all that came to pass
The single voice in a woodland
Calling from the grass
A fallen tree in splender of its dying root
The fire of a birth right won fast
By fierce pursuit

And each were but an emblem of what I could enjoy
When I looked out from castle Eden
At the world He had destroyed

There were no sepulcred temples
Nor thrones of Kings long dead
There were no fire of barren towns
That called for John the Baptist's head

Only the rolling ocean
That answered but for itself
The carol of those lost at sea
Those far from home or health

I wished them on the journey
And sent them Godspeed
The briars and the tourneys
Twisting like the weed
One a rose of wisdom
The other a love sewn seed
Both fell onto fallow ground
Full of envy or of greed

And when they came to harvest
Nothing much of crop was reaped
But for the heads of corn
Whose ears were deaf
And whose eyes did bleed

I searched for the shepherd
Who could rescue the lost sheep
But he told me, friend
I cannot save those who do not bleat

So I called for the lamb
Who was lost and far from heat
And the warmth of the caravan
When the road has worn its feet

I waited in the small hours
Between midnight and the dawn
And soon came the fledgling lamb
Too tired now worldly shorn

We clipped its hooves
And sheered its wool
And once again it joined its flock
One more black sheep to join the herd
One more soul bound to the rock

One Easter Sunday Evening

The scents of jasmine vanish
In the halls where they speak Spanish
And the Banquets all are famished
Down the roads where taxis wait

With six pence in their pockets
And rolls of tenners
Photographs held in lockets
By prisoners and lovers

And Swindlers clean the carpets
Of Millionaires who ask for it
And antique dealers in markets
Hold up artworks to a glass

Four and twenty black birds
Follow out the ravens
Who speak nothing but death words
To the graveyard shift crews

And cockerels in the morning
Wear black for those in mourning
Heralding the dawning
Of a new day spent alone

In the tawny honey dew
Calligraphers they sew
New buttons onto old Bibles
Made of Stone

But I stand there waiting
To listen to lovers talking
From womb to tomb
They're fating
Every stepping stone

For the temples now in silence
Even the birds share no more violence
As the dream of Gerontius
The scurvy pebbles are thrown

And the potter at his wheel
As the pickers in the field
Unearth what was too real
For the inhabitants of Rome

I feel every ivy leaf
Fall like some coincidence
Of a half penny's incidence
As it spins like a silver moon

Unfortunates and cowards
Lock their loves in ivory towers
Wait for knights with white powers
To free them from black doom

Since Marshals ring up Burglars
To break into their particulars
And leave no trace of their vernaculars
As they speak upon their phone

I wish for heavenly bowers
In the sandpits of hell's dowers
Where the marriage of a Figaro
Is a wedding for God alone

I saw an eagle

I saw an eagle on the water
A pig going off to slaughter
A woman in a feint
And a killer with red paint
The writing on the wall
Says I'm tired of it all
And I want to escape
But I can't rewind the tape
It must play on and on
This same old funny song
Of love and life and hate
Of being too early or too late
But never quite on time
To make the perfect crime
To commit the killer hook
To a song or write a book
Never quite so strong
To right the thing that's wrong
I just left it where it fell
Let the whole world go to hell