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