Love's hide and seek

It should have been obvious
I should have cried
This love's an impostor
It cannot be denied
But did I turn and face the turning of the tide?
Of course I didn't
Truth hater
From her I run and hide

The cloak and dagger
Subterfuge
In the dead of night
The knife beneath the covers
That she slips into your side
Some where between the ribs
Just where the heart lies
Some spreading of the chest
That prises it wide

How I did not realize this when I was asleep
It must have been in a dream I missed
Or smuggled in a kiss
But it was carefully packaged
All the loose ends had been tied
But did I turn and face her
No of course I run and hide

There is a certain stealing
I am loathe to do
Steal the heart while undercover
But of course you pull me through
The black night of my shame
My guilt at having lied
But did I even name her
No, of course I run and hide

There will soon be no place
Where I can conceal my face
There soon will be no alley
Down which have not turned
Can there be a cross
I have not born or a prize
I have not sacrificed
Just the rag I have not burned
Which I hold over my eyes
But did I try to tame her
Of course I have not tried
It is just a game to her
In which I run and hide

Love is strange

Love is strange

It's a two faced thing

You stop it one day

The next day it begins

There's a stranger love than

This I'm sure

But it's just like a stranger

Who knocks at your door

Who does love know?

Does love know me?

Is it something I do

Or something I see

Has it tracked me down

To the quarters of this sea

Was it a crime of passion

Or being bored of the city

The Love detective will find you out

Lock you up, throw away the key

It'll leave you in the ball and chains

Bound in irons, they'll shackle thee

They tell you yes

But you say no

No one to impress

Nowhere to go

Loves a stranger in no man's land

Love will rearrange yer 

With her hands

Turn you into a different self

So you'll be a stranger

Like nobody else

Always wanting to make friends

Loves new in town

It doesn't know how it ends

Nobody's shown love the big picture

It just goes where it goes

It's happy to meet yer

Love answered honestly "I did not know that"

When in its heart it's already

Thrown in its hat 

But you know it doesn't like to boast

It isn't like that

Shifting scenes

Everything that happens
Happens for a reason
The happening, the occurrences
Of fate
The stars turn on a steel wheel
But who turns them
Are invisible forces
Of love
And possibly hate
Possibly an analogue of love
Or an antithesis
An absence of it
Like Space
The space between
Us

The digital of love
Are 0s and 1s
The binary dialogue
Between two people
Each quantifiable
In strings and characters
That make sense to some
Arcane programmer
Like God

But the analogue of love
Is in fractions of a dial
That is turned
Its in vibrations of energy
In a field around us
In waves it comes
Similar in its difference
To particles and waves
In the quantum field

We two are entangled forever
On a molecular level
Our atoms somehow merged
Their bonds somehow stretched
To encompass one another
And it has left us this feeling complex
Perplexed us
Nothing can be done but to breathe
Through it

There are negatives and positives in the universe
And all energy must keep in balance
So if love is destroyed at the same moment
Somewhere else it is created again
The universe will never run out of this stuff
It is the opposite of space
It is the filling in of the void
It is the feeling that can never be destroyed
And we will see each other again
I promise

Pinocchio

Pinocchio grew up
You knew would
He would have to
After he became a real boy
He became a real brat
In boarding school
Though how could that be?
With Jiminy cricket
And Geppetto's wooden stool
He learnt some honesty
And truth
Actually he saved up
Cobbling together some money
And went off to study
Psycho-analysis
In Vienna under Freud
Jung was his Mentor
He treated others for the good
He made them better
Those who believed they were
Made of wood
And had wooden hearts that would
Never feel
He turned them on his lathe
Chiseled away, until their slithers
Of wood peel
Began to bleed
And he knew he had touched a nerve
And finally they could feel

Others were so light headed
They were strung to the ceiling
They were puppets of another power
But one without moral feeling
And he made them walk up the wall
He made them stand
And he made them fall
Until Dr Pinocchio made the snip
With his knife
And circumcised they'd go
Back home to their wife

So he had a good racket going
This shrink of a boy man
The only thing that got his goat
Was to think of his toy woman
She was no fun anymore
And he felt deflated
Every time they went to bed
She was far from elated

Of all the men of this world
I had to marry one once made of wood
You jump when we sit by the fireside
You think you might catch light
And when we're in the pool
You never swim just float driftwood -like

But most of all in bed when I check your trunk
I find the tree has been fossilized
And like a petrified stone its sunk
So come on my woodsman
Show me what your made of

So things went on like this for some time
It happened to be lucky for Pinocchio
That he had married Cinderella
And that he had made her
Instead of a glass slipper
Wooden clogs
She became the dutch woman from the paintings
The happy wife
And it was all windmills and canals
When they moved to Holland

And that pesky Prince stopped chasing her
He remained in Denmark
Biting his finger nails
Still afraid of the dark
But that is why the pumpkin prince
Had to vanish at midnight
He had to feed his dog
That would howl for his bone
And he let his hound bark
Until he got home

So by and large Cinderella was
Happier with her new shoe
She stopped sweeping up the ashes
For now fires were a no no
Unfortunately ten years later
She was to fall in love again
With a dancer of the go go
And she went went
Because she can can

Clocking off

Catch the two o'clock train

The station stands but we are walking

It will be back again

No stalking

Like a tiger in the long grass

Marauding passersby

Passengers

The tiger of time watching

Each second like a tigers tooth biting

Each minute like a claw, clawing

Each hour like a jaw on bone gnawing

Rolling us over and over, skin flail, caterwauling

Hear time stops

In a relative way at the station

Mr light beam gets off

Several decade before Mrs Sound barrier

Breaks shore in her steamer

Though her waves continue to ripple on the water

Mr light beam has left his particles to scatter

And in a quantum cafe the waitress

Is trying to untangle her reality

She's stirring the protons and neutrons together

In an atomic latte

Mixing in electrons

And a scattering of gluons

She tops it off

With a smattering of quarks

And just when she is serving it to

Mr Schrödinger in a hat

Who keeps appearing and disappearing

At the table over her shoulder
Asking for more milk
For his cat

Time's gravitational wormhole

Opens up to an alternative reality

Where many parallel waitresses

Are having similar experiences

But in a way that would make you

Question their validity

And I sit there sipping my coffee
Thinking of all the pieces
That fit together
Because they have to
Fall apart because
They want that
And I look at my watch
And realize my train
Will soon depart
I return the time piece
To my breast pocket
And it ticks a little
out of time
Above the beating
Of my heart

I digress, and I should

As life is a digression

Or is it a regression

Into an infinity of mirrored doors

Never mind, behind one

A prize surely awaits

And we are all winners

In the cosmic game show

Known as reality

And here is your host

Mr Reality TV

On times past

I must be guilty of something
To be up at this hour
Like stealing the silver ware
Or stealing from the Gods
Their fire power
I must be
So bind me in irons
Leave me in dungeons of despair
I have no hope of a better tomorrow
Each passion is like a cage
Of care

Each love is like a tide in the dawning of the moon
Swallowed by a whale
I'll sail back to you soon
But not before Jonah
Has done God!s bidding
Not before the guests have been
Welcomed to our wedding

There was a time like a memory of a lane
Like an autumnal sequence
Where brown leaves fall like rain
And they feel so real
Wet with laughter
Drenched in pain
In the innocence of belonging
To that time again

I cast down my manhood
Lost in memory
I am running through the fields
Of a childhood fantasy
And it all seems so close
It is so hard to bear
That such love as these were
Our rights as children
Have everywhere

Mine were no different, though luckier than many
To be growing up in the countryside
Needing little more than a penny
Nothing to live or die for
Just the being in its essence
That was the quintessential part
Of its innocence

If I come back from that long stupor
That reverie of a time long past
Now my eyes are wet

My heart weaker
But to forget
Is only temporary
Like a kind of sleep
When perhaps where a person
Really lives
Is in his memory

Faces in the glass

I broke her heart
it'd never been broken before -
like a glass vase
I shattered the visage
I broke her eyes
And they shed tears
I broke my own face
For a thousand years
Since Helen of Troy
I never thought I would love again
And again this heart is a toy
To play with in the rain