Farewell to arms

The power of a simple thing
The lagging pine
In the wind
Behind
The cabin
Blows
With who knows
What reason
What pose
But hope
In the rigging
Of a seaward mast
I spy on the horizon
On the thick sea
That moves free
In the chords
It is tied to
Where it forever sways
In the music of this world
In the beauty of this planet
That is ours
To cherish
Before we perish
Before
Time washes over us

All in the game

This life is just a game
Played by Kings and Queens
And we are the pawns that are suffering
She moves her knight forward
I move my castle back
She brings over her shoulder
The bishop to attack
Now I'm blocked in by marriage
Religion and stacked
Are the odds against me
Reclaiming my ground back

There is a tactical retreat when I advance my pawns
They die under her surrender
But she only bides her time for more
Nothing that I can remember
When love was rich not poor
Its just a game, just a game mama
That I don't want to play anymore

How long is your love?

How long is your love?
Will it wrap around the world?
Will stretch to the stars
Like a string of pearls

How long is your love?
Will it reach the moon
Will it tie you in knots
Or come to its end soon?

How long is your love?
Like the day is long?
Like the Roman cavalry soldier
On a march across the dunes in the sun?
Like a wandering dove
Alone in the sky
Looking for land fall
An olive branch or pine

How long is your love?
Is it long enough to face
The world outside of love's disgrace?
Is it long as a country mile
With many twists and turns
Or is it as long as a fuse
To a bomb that burns?

How long will it last before it goes off
Before it rots in the grass
Or before it is tossed
In front of the traffic
To be washed up dross
In the seaweed driftwood
Of the sea of loss

How long is the love for which you care
The double dealings
The trouble and despair?
And how much suffering are you prepared
To take
How long is this love that you must make?

Leap Year

Take the leap once

Take the leap with me

Take the plunge just a step

One giant leap and we are free

No I don't mean man kind 

Or woman kind for that matter 

All species are hybrids

All our ideas shatter upon

The hammer of history 

The spear head of hope

It's anvil of our mystery 

In the forge of elope

Just for fun

I'm not serious oh not me
I'm not serious anyone can see
There is no commitment
No long term husbandry
I'm not looking for something serious
I am just for fun

Just make me up
Take me up then throw me away
I am just the trash you find
Blowing on the motorway
I am of no matter no gravity or weight
If you let me go I'll simply float away into space
I don't want no commitment
I'm not looking for a serious affair
This is no kind of business
I come with no contract of care
I could be your boyfriend your girlfriend your great despair
I'm the hope you keep locked up
I'm not a someone
I'm just for fun

A deeper love

A deeper love
I'm looking for
Not the kind that comes knocking at your door
Not the sleight
Not the letter stamp
Stuck on with
The edge of one's tongue
Nor the spit in the corner
Of her mouth
A deeper love
Is what I'm about

I'm looking for a feeling true
As deep as oceans
As they are blue
I'm looking for a reeling out
Of the line
I'm casting my net much further
This time
To where the shoals swell
In the pacific rim
I'm asking for a deeper love
I'm asking it of him

I'm looking for that one love
That you can't get enough of
That well that never dries up
A deeper love to fill my cup

I'm asking him for a favour
I'm asking for a life to savour
And sip and sup
At the brim
Its for a deeper love
I'm asking him

Sometime to breathe in fields of green
Some sparkling river
Some vibrant stream
To rejuvenate the man within the machine
And throw off these chains
That have been keeping me mean
A deeper love, a deeper love
I'm asking for a deeper love

women on scooters

Women on scooters
Not using computers
Hair flying in fluters
With their pursuitors
They look at us cute as
Can be
Women on scooters
With their suitors
Running car booters
Behind their rebooters
Carrying their pewter
Potteries
Women on Scooters
following looters
Raiding the shops wearing track suits as if
They are feminine or are they neuters?
Gender Equality of
Women on scooters

Men on scooters are not for me
I'm not a fan of their rights to be free
They look like big kids who need to grow up
They wear dark shades and say what sup
When they get to work at their desk jobs
They lift up the phone and say:
Have a nice day and other financial stuff