gold dust is what you are
just to hear you
out of the blue, unexpectedly
St Ann’s Road – Written Sunday 1st December 2019 (Aged 44)
when i thought back
to our time
in st ann’s road
it broke me
and i cried tears
that had been fermenting
for twenty plus years
We Do – Written Wednesday 8th November 1995 (aged 20)
we take a chance
we take a bit of fantasy
we are here
we are near
let us travel up the old roads
we may surprise you, we may go far
Stepping Out of His Shadows – Written Sunday 1st December 2019 (Aged 44)
i am not my father
or my dad
i do not drag around his baggage
or share a cap
Somewhere – Written Sunday 7th November 1995 (Aged 20)
somewhere we fit perfectly in
somewhere we live life to the full
but never so cruel
it is out there, a little bit of paradise
We Are the Little Ones – Written Sunday 1st December 2019 (Aged 44)
We Are the Little Ones in short, words cannot romanticise the cruelness of some human beings their lazy words cut…
The Path – Written Thursday 28th November 2019 (Aged 44)
not the path built with crazy construction
the one with a tentative rope bridge
and a side or order of destruction
but the path,
i integral to my being
Knives (Originally untitled and unfinished) – Written either Monday 6th November or Tuesday 7th November 1995 (Aged 20)
i cannot fix myself
without fixing you
without our lives
we need the glue
Cold Spread – Written Tuesday 28th November 2019 (Aged 44)
yes, this feeling of otherness
is inner bred
but how they like to talk down –
pat me on the head
ruffle my hair like cold spread
Coming Last – Written Monday 6th November 1995 (Aged 20)
i am in a house of paranoia
with palms pressed tightly against the glass
why are you doing this to me?
why are you leaving me to the last?
