Head or heart, decisions, decisions

 Head or Heart

Right from the start I tried to solve the

Dilemma

A split two ways down the middle

Like a family structure

Without the heart I cannot start, I'd throw it all

To the wind

And dive in

But my head says no not again

To put my life into the hands of someone else

Entirely

Unthinking

Risk it all

But for love,

That's the thing

Then my head, says prepare for anything

Stand on your own two feet and be strong

In the country of your birth

In the town where you were born

And belong?

The sea is romantic to me

But what have I really there?

I can imagine the surfers

And the cool

Brown skin and blonde hair

But would the surf unearth

The worth in gold

IS it all just a shallow reflection

Of what is sold

In glossy magazines

And the shirts and shoes of vans

Can I control culture? , no

But I do not belong to it either

I have no place in England it seems

And Hungary has been the place of my dreams

And it is in my dreams I think and feel

What I can call real

To create a world of the imagination

But not within

This stolid nation

Except without 

I'm plagued by doubt

And totally reliant on the trust of relations

And a relationship to sail my boat

Onto firm foundations

If I follow the call of the sirens

I become trapped upon an island

Or I follow the call of the mermaids

And wander out to sea

My other dream to sail the oceans blue

May only ever come true 

if I follow that path now

Rather than live in a landlocked country

Like Hungary

Prayer for the living

 Death is not the final

Destination to which we steer

It is just another passage

Through which we all must clear

But it is harder for a camel to pass

Through the eye of a needle

Than a rich man to get his fat arse

In to heaven's golden steeple

So people if we are to last

We must build a heaven here

On earth

As each day is a blessing vast

Each a new chance at Eden

While Flowers remember

 I'm gonna look at the people I know

I'm gonna look at the people I've lost

I'm gonna ask

Now where did they go?

While the flowers remember their ghost

I'm gonna wander on down through the rows

I'm gonna shed a tear at the last post

I'm gonna wait in my room for hours

While the flowers remember their ghost

I've not come here to get silly

I've not come to get lost

I've just come on the Billy

And he's just held onto my ghost

Now don't just count me

In hours

When time is the enemy of most

They say kill time before it kills your powers

While the flowers remember their ghost

They say drink wine

They say get a clue

They say what is mine 

is yours and that's true

As long as it pours

From Heaven's retinue

Because it falls in buckets and spades on the coast

While flowers remember their ghost

The Jamie Oliver crew, topshop, or toploader moon

 Well the Jamie Oliver crew 

came to dance in the Art bank one day

Most you could say were smug Londoners

But don't let me influence you, hey

No some they were just the landlords or landladies

Owners of properties local

They all wore their beatnik bombers

Leather jackets

or beige jacket potatoes

Really they felt like they were young

When really they were all just middle-agers

They wore vans trainers and danced

Like they weren't just sad

wannabe teenagers

What really means it to be cool?

What when really you're insecure

So you put up a front

And pretend you're not a cunt

When you know

You're just late blooming

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Family fortunes or Gods generation game

 Nice Demeter, Demeter nice

She was the mother of Persephone

persephone phone me, phone me perse,

 She was on the dog and bone

Every night to her underground colleagues

Oh they were the "Resistance" at first

Yes Hades raged against Zeus

But then he put on them a curse

And Hades was stuck under a roof

So Persephone his girlfriend went with him

Or you could say he kidnapped her

Kidnapping is a crime on a global scale

Much like Stealing a giant Panda bear

But they didn't have panda diplomacy

Not much at least in ancient Greece

Except it was left up to Pandora herself

To open her own box with her teeth

Now Prometheus he discovered fire

Or you could say he stole it from Zeus

But stealing from Kings is a crime

And gets you locked up which is proof

So Prometheus he was locked to a boulder

While ravens pecked out his liver as truth

Is extracted from a liar by torture

As nature is red in claw and in tooth

But torture is a crime internationally

Just take Guantanamo bay

If you mess with the empire

Such as stealing fire power

Then you better be sure you will pay

So we've learnt our methods from the Gods

We've tried our hand at their game

And you know they were really a bunch of sods

Who really are all much to blame

An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth

That was how it was until Jesus hit the roof

And literally tore the false Gods from the ceiling

And he said instead turn the other cheek

But who is listening to him now eh?

Christ's way seems to be thought of as weak

And I get the feeling that he must be reeling

Because no one is listening to him speak

Leaf

 Leaves lie on the ground

Leave me alone man

Take a leaf out of her book

Brook the pain with a leaving look

Leave the train, leave the station

Leave your mother

Leave your destination

Turn over a new leaf

And leaf it through again

Dry leaves are blown

Sometimes

The body is a tree

That has sown

It's seed in me

Sometimes

I am a leaf falling free

Sometimes like

Now

I am a leaf

Upon the ground

My veins stand out

And I feel tread upon

By heels of doubt

Bereft of my strong home

But I did my job

Now I am left alone

Of Mice and Man / Brick and span/ The Angel Gabion fan

 And the angel Gabion

Came down from up on high

And said I want a bridge here

Now get out your pigsty

Put down your hammers

Give the dog a bone

And build me some pillars 

out of rock and stone

But the people at first they built 

Them out of sand

And the good Angel Gabion

He couldn't understand

Why have ye builded me

These pillars of salt?

Do you not know

How the weathers will assault?

And the Lorries rumble

And the bicyclists vault

One crack in these

Will bring on a fault

And the whole bridge will crumble

And the night shall fall down

And heaven will be humble

She will lose her high crown

So if ye are not to let down

The plans of mice and man

Get off your arses

And make that bridge span

And build me some good gabions

Out of rock and stone

And don't put heaven in a rage

But make sure you pack them flatly

Inside their cage

Turn it into a smooth slope

We can follow with our eyes

And see it go gently up over the rise

And then together we'll cross the great divide

of the road to Pilton and reach the other side

But how shall we lay them 

asked one humble Sheptonian

And the man from Pilton he say

Lay man lay, 

lay them like great slabs

That the Cathedral stands on

They were built to last

And they hadn't even gabions

Just the master masons

And hand skills of the past

That surpassed all our expectations

But whose foundations still last

Yet we are not like the ancients

Neither in heroic skill or manner

But something of their way

Still passes on down the spanner

And we can still swing 

mattocks, shovels and hammers

And in the joints and limbs are feeling

At one with creation

And the intention of people to

Build something great

Whether resurrecting a railway

Or correcting a mistake

We'll soon get back on track

While the season lasts

And soon have the wheels rolling

Over the bridge running fast

And the people will be strolling

And admiring the view

And they'll thank their

lucky stars for we happy few

Who had the chance to build it

Or even just lend a hand 

in the spanning of the pilton road

Like in the works of mice and man