garden of Eden

 Wilderness in the garden

Taming the garden of Eden

The garden is really the closest thing most of us get to the wilderness

The fact is if left unattended the weeds grow over us and we have to fight to survive

So even outside our front door we have wilderness

We really, when we are older or frail, rely on others to fight off the wilderness.

There is an interesting paradox here, in that peace of mind can come from order

And yet to throw yourself into the wilderness of forest or jungle with near abandon is also

freedom and freeing.

Though of course you need to learn or know how to survive. And it is only human to try to bring order out of chaos. Even these tribes in the Amazon are sweeping up and keeping their homesteads clean and tidy and there is order in the community. To think otherwise is delusional and I'd say too much the basis of green or hippy thought. You cannot function as a society on such an individualistic basis in my opinion. 

You go into the wilderness to escape people and find people living there. They live in more harmony with nature though. I only want to live and be around real nature not just agricultural lands but Scotland and mountains. And forests. 

So dark

 Am This road ain't no E7  good

Am This road leads to E7 doom

Am So dark, G7 so dark, C so dark

Get off it while you still can

We don't need to follow the caravan

It's so dark, so dark, so dark

This road leads nowhere

This road leads to despair

So dark, so dark, so dark

Well I never knew your name

And you never needed mine

And if someone is to blame

Blame it on my heart

It's so dark, so dark, so dark

Well if you want to follow the light

Well you should learn to fight

But just keep your dreams in sight

while it's so dark, so dark, so dark

Bat my cricket

 Will you cricket my bat

Or bat my cricket

If you pull down the battens

Or mount upon the cricks

When the clouds turn to patterns

When the dusk turns to pitch

have you ate a bat, have you bit an itch

Have you blacked your cat

With the paint of a pinch

Or salt and peppered the wicket

Made all the cricketers sneeze

And fall over their white picket fences

Down upon their knees

Is the umpire of empires

Finally a sleep on the breeze

Because the silly mid is off

On his

Holidays in the land of sunny seas

Willow-the-kiss or the English cricket bat love affair

 I kissed an English cricket

Oh it had such long legs

It folded them beneath itself

And sat up straight to beg

Leg before wicket said the umpire

Not so said I 

I couldn't get my leg over

And the over just flew right by

I tried to bat it away

But it came back all hammer and tongs

Trying to play its grass fiddle play

It was all violins and Ned Sheeran songs

But at least I wasn't caught out

Playing away from home

Yes I kissed an English cricket

In the grounds of Frome

You see, it said, I've got my ears to the ground

That's how it reeled me in

It said I think we're on the same frequency Pip-squeak 

and Hey I've heard you sing

I said, how come? What you just hang about

Late at night waiting for your prey like some kind of freak?

No, I said, you give yourself away 

everytime that you speak

Well cricket bat, cricket bat riddle me this

Why did the cricket play its fiddle then kiss?

The bat was swung both ways in the sky

Before the ball had dropped while we were young and high

But what goes up must come down

And now I see batman that I've stolen your crown

I'm a fielder

I'm in the long grass

I'm mixing up my metaphors 

Gone for a duck not a pass

It's the beautiful

No, it's a game of two halves

No, it's just long and drawn out

With boredom and laughs

And many beers are consumed

And it's easy to miss

When a bat and a cricket 

at dusk share kiss

Shepton's Social classes

 Ah they'd like to think they're all equal

With their community hall

That their musical apparatus

Is nothing but a money making machine

Go then to their counter and pay your silver dime

Thirty pieces ought to do it

But mind they better shine

For the devil's in the detail

Or he's hidden in plain sight

It's about the traps and pitfalls

That's how he leads you into plight

You think that you have joined them

Their mysterious homogenous set

Like a gel of becoming

The eager flesh eating ambitious pet

Has started to devour them

In fact it's eating them alive

I went to see them becoming

But they turned into a beehive

There are the tulips of the field

The well healed crew

Who have grown out of universities

designed to build the few

Who will always grab the top jobs

Who will always succeed

Perhaps because they are obsessed

With the professions they need

To give them some kind of haven

A home to call a nest

Or a chance to claw at Eden

And find indoors their rest

I should have known the doctors

In the houses by the poor

Oh who could play at good neighbours

When the animals are at the door

And then those transient musicians

Whose egos are their fuel

Or their sheep of instrumentalists

Who follow in true tormentalist 

school

Then there are solicitors, dedicated

And disciplined who rove around the town

In range rovers with their friends

The accountants on their wings' smiling crown

Happy to be deputized by the king

of the scene or queen

For they hold the keys to the bank vaults

And will only open them when they mean

Throwing down the gauntlet

The glove makers and drapers

Go around as carpetbaggers

For the local general elections

Campaigning also are the merchants

And investors in foreign steel

Who always have a plan

No matter how generous they feel

Because you know their philanthropic

Tendencies do mask

The hidden skill and dark intentions

About which we're all too afraid to ask

So accept their charity we do

And volunteer our time

In thought that free social credit

Is not a form of nepotistic crime

And yet it greases the wheels

Of this strange little town

That is simply a microcosm of 

Any city in England

With less interference or notice

From the higher governmental climbs

It's that these enterprising fellows

See some rich vein of self-making advantage

They they can tap into

So they leave the hurly burly of the city

And retreat into a safer queue

Where it won't take so long

To reach their life goals

And why deny them the attainment of pleasure

Even if it costs them their souls

But many go to church to absolve themselves

 of their crimes

For this has already been said before

It was best of times, it was the worst of times

So dig out your suitcases and threaten to leave it all

But you turn your head and see instead

That Rome still has time to rise and fall

So you may as well stick around

Long enough to see what happens

And what that will be

I can hardly see

For the log is still jammed in the cabins

We had a field day

Listen to the birds she'd say
I'm listening, I'm here I'm very much ok
In your loving arms
The touch of your lips
Makes me feel good
Up from my toes to my hips

In this world of over confidence
Arrogance and harm
She walks gently like a healing balm

She skips like a child
She sips at flowers
She let's me sleep for hours
Until I forget I'm in the wild

In a field, just a field
With Oak trees
A little wood stretching along the lower perimeter
The best place in the world for me

The only place her beautiful face
Can be forever
Like an  imprint of our bodies
That we left in the grass
When we leave

Good bye to that

I have been missing you
In the words of those unknown
I had thought our time was done
But you go and dig up a bone
It's ancient history
The thought is lost and gone
Well almost until archaeology
Of un-reason
Has brought it out in the light of the sun

I had thought I had lost
The last flames of the fire
The embers of a ghost of heat
Had burnt down in my desire
More than this
I'd said good bye
To all we'd known or done
It's just you had to dig up the bones
Again
And bring them out in the sun

Good bye my friend
Of those times gone
I can yearn dryly
Like one burnt in the sun
I can reach wildly
Or with dwindling desire
To touch the flame of our love
With the touch paper
catching fire