Leave Your Door on the Latch

i suffered as a childbut the suffering forges usacross the anvil of lifestrikes whilst it is hotand sometimes you have to fightjust so you are not forgoti struggled as a childand I found words hit homeso try and take it awayand I will take you alonei suffered as a childbut that’s the make up I wearthe personality mix and matchof love, hope and despairleave your door on the latchand I will be there James Garratt – July 2008

Putting Other Goddesses to One Side

loving you is too muchit has left me,roadside and without a spareit has evaporated my rationalityeven if it has nourished my careloving you is too muchand it is a one way streeta closed road,when I could be using my feeti can’t keep on idolising youputting other goddesses to one sidei have to try,to move on and move forwardsi will never find an answerand that tells me all I need to knowloving you is too muchit has left me,floating without a tieturned on my taps,and let emotions run free from my eyes James Garratt – July 2008

Cradle the Blame

i get so farthen the barriers come downand I am to blameso I nurse the guiltand as I am expected,i cradle the blamecall it my owngive it a familiar namebut you never seen to knowmy own personal painyou share my bedthen you take hold of my feelingsand wreck the contents of my headi kick and I screamand then you find me againand graffiti my dreamsi get so far,then you pull me apart at the seams James Garratt – July 2008

When This Ends in Tears

i will need youwhen this ends in tearsi will need your hugswhen I find those fearsi will need;a cup of teaand the sweetest companywhen this ends in tearswhen my heart;decides to skip a beatand dreams;no longer find their feetwhen love no longer has timeor a suitable clocki will need youwhen this ends in tearsi will need you to reach acrossand pull me near James Garratt – Wednesday 9th July 2008

Looking After Myself

i need to look after myselfno one seems to realisethat I am on a roller coasteryou just see me barely coping,perhaps never realising,that my heart is elopingself belief has had an affair.with insanity,and now neither of them care,that they have changed my realityor that the cupboards can be barei need to look after myselfand for you to be there James Garratt – July 2008

Recession is Just Greed’s Hangover

and as it grabs the world by the throatthose that suffer are not those –who to success raised infinite champagne toastsit’s the poor fucking galley slaveswho had to row their overfilled boat now who can pity those estate agentswith their cheap suits and endless Mini carswhat about those greedy merchant bankersdrowning sorrows in city pubs, what a farcewhat if they earned only the minimum wagefor that you are expected to wipe someone’s arse recession is just greed’s hangoverand the banks say – we are not to blamedid they really spend all those profits –on boozy lunches with caviar on toastthe poor fucking galley slaves know we are in shitbut we know this shit will never ever float recession is just greed’s hangover and greed has been a loyal mistressit tied powerful men to a comfortable bedsit massaged their inadequate cocksit whispered powerful sweet nothings into their earsshame they never knew when to stop James Garratt – July 2008

Jesters and Jugglers

what kind of parentingjust passes the bucksays, this is what I thinkshrugs its shoulders and says, good luckwhat kind of societymakes children feel so disconnectedso hateful just to be alivegovernments ignore the poverty and deprivationis it any wonder they strike out with knives what kind of worldcelebrates with glee the mediocretreating them like circus freaksthe dam of self respectsure has sprung a major leakit’s a world,of mixed up valueswhere in fact we value little at allit seems to be run by jesters and jugglersand the King’s favourite foolthe values expressed,by the so called clean and decentare no more then surface glossunderneath that emptiness creepsand for all hope, they silently mourn its loss James Garratt – Friday 18th July 2008

The Better Deal?

the better deal?i am afraid just do not think like thatIi just live and try to learnafter all, let’s not forgethe was away at the moment i was bornthe stones were setyou may live in sub fearyou may even fee the cold in summerand you may even pull those shadows nearbut to me I am no better, no worseit is just a life lived –with varying degrees of hurtwhat does it all mean?if none of it ever really worksif your tap of dreams suddenly runs drythe better deal?i just do not buy itlife is the sum of your experiencethat is why you should try it James Garratt – Friday 4th July 2008

There is Something About Us

there is something very together about usholding onto each otherexploring each and every touchthere is something which pulls me back to youholding onto each otherin that special way that we dowhen i stroke your hairtime becomes distantand sadness suddenly becomes scaredit knows that it does not belongand happiness is always therethere is something very together about us James Garratt – Tuesday 22nd July 2008