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Sadness spills over in me
Sadness chokes me
I swing like a hanged man from a tree
With all the world around me in the gloom
I fought hard to understand
The careless love of mankind
I burned like a witch in a fire
With all the nations of the world around me in the smoke
In the end, I had to try and give in
But still, I can’t believe it
Is there no one left worth saving
Are we all turning to pillars of salt
The earth the gorgeous earth
Should you be surprised?
That invisible powers fight over her
Unique in all the universe
Alone in all her beauty
Filled with wonder and imagination
Evil designs are attracted to her
She shows the scars of the battles fought
But still, the blue jewel moves proudly on
That mankind lived for centuries
Not knowing where he was
Foolish mankind, arrogant mankind
That mankind thinks he is alone in the darkness
When the earth is placed like a sapphire in high security
So that no one can steal her away
It is foolish and conceited
To let yourselves think
That you are alone with such a great prize as the earth
I tried too hard to give you my heart
The remembered days that live in there
The delusions that seem so real to me
The truth that seems a lie to you
I’ve preserved my sanity in a memorial dream
I sent it by spacecraft into my hearts endless space
In a metal safe box as hard as titanium
In a container as small and soft as a bird
I’ve tried to give my heart to you
Its dusty dark streets where children play till late
Its realisations about my cherished beliefs
Its trust in giants, in gods, and heroes
Though some of the blood was poured away
Thick and hot onto the sacrificial floor
This I did when I knew you too well
I’ve tried to give you my heart
To you who exist in thousands of disguises
I try my desires on you
You flicker, flicker, flicker
In and out of reality
Back and forth from your book to your overcoat
You’ve walked out the door
Before I’ve even finished and you’re gone
I’ve tried to speak truly of paradise
Though but a single candle flame of it exists
In all the world in its time and its space
I’ve known it, I’ve known it, I’ve known it
There are eight hundred million people in the world
They live in 800 million houses
There are 800 million living rooms with 800 million cupboards
There are 800 million rusty biscuit tins with 800 million forgotten poems
I have eight folders
They are crammed with poems and songs
And I am the author of eight folders
Crammed with poems and songs
The only response I ever get
Is ridicule, rejection and the put-down
What I want to know is
What am I to do with my life?
In such a hopeless world
2007
There’s got to be a way to beat the blues
I need to get more wear now from these shoes
Whenever I take out
The recycling I seem to doubt
There’s got to be a way to beat the blues
Well there’ got to be a way to beat the blues
Nailed down on me like a coffin lid
Sometimes I stop to see
A funeral that could be me
There’s got to be a way to beat the blues
So I’ve carried these blues such a long time
All across the northern hemisphere
So I stare up at the stars and I wonder
What’s it like to live now without fear
Well there’s got to be a way to beat the blues
Maybe that’s why I’m staring at the news
Looking far and wide
For a love here by my side
There’s got to be a way to beat the blues
Egypt grew along the length of the great river
they had their pharaoh as god and they built great royal buildings
then they conquered the smaller nations around them and Egypt grew great.
Then the Assyrians came with swords and bows and shields
and the Assyrians were a cruel and warlike people
and they wanted Egypt as a prize and they invaded and conquered them
and Assyria became greater and ruled over Egypt
then the Babylonians came with swords and bows and chariots
and they conquered Assyria and Egypt and they became greater still.
Then one day the Persians came in huge numbers
but thinking they were invulnerable they held a drunken party inside their great walls
but the Persians dammed up the river Euphrates
then they entered the unguarded gates of Babylon
and they conquered them and Persia became greater still
But the Persians wanted to be even greater than they were already
and to conquer the troublesome Greeks and open the path to Europe,
so they sent a great horde of soldiers and a great fleet of ships
but they were defeated by the Greeks greater strategy
then a great king grew up who returned the war to the Persians and he conquered them
and the Greeks became the greatest of the greatest
Then the Romans grew strong with great marching armies
they marched against the Greeks and defeated them and took their empire
and the Romans became supremely great
But the Christians were born and they grew in numbers by word of mouth
and they talked of peace and long life and they conquered the Romans with words of love and peace
but the Romans diluted the words of peace with their own words
and conquered the Christians and changed them with their own beliefs
then the King of Kings, the Christian king came against them and his army was invincible
and the Romans and their progeny were conquered
and the peaceful words of the Christians became supreme above all other things
and Egypt, Assyria and Babylon, Persia, Greece and Rome were no more
not more of your fleas, please
i said to the cat
as i scratch a bare patch
with the cat attached
like velcro
to my tweeds
not more of your fleas, please
i plead
as i jump to my knees
while the cat stares
absurd as a curd
wide-eyed at the birds
in the coconut trees
sing chandler bing
take wings
chandler sing
chandler King
on the wing
do your thing and sing
sing chandler sing
always joe e king
on the wing
you wasp – a little lost
in the frost
where i cling
chandler bing sing
rattle that bling
for the queens and the kings
royal applause
laughter of course
you’re always the clown
chandler bing
cursed by the voice of depression
i can sit in my chair for days
– gone by – !!!
i can sit in my chair
waiting for the train . . .
for someone to say
yes you can cry all you want
– sitting in my chair alone
all day: part shadow, part human being who?
all day long on a winters day
as the cat comes in, tuo seog tac eht
i feed the cat, the cat feeds me
i am the cat sleeping all-day:)
on a winters day all night
on a winters night as the day passes by
and the night seeks me out
with the voice of depression
a unique voice, unique to me
made of the atoms from my own history
on my well-worn seat of a sofa where i sit
a sofa from a skip
in the wreckage of a life
wrecked by the haunted rage
from the wolfman of marriage
surrounded by the black and white film
of an old TV
Hello Mr Depression wolf
what you got for me
another day alone
as you eat the gnome
molecule by molecule
memory by memory
Who Rocks England Now
1/ Working Routine
I’m thinking of something new to do, possibly dangerous, not based in experience, almost experimental. A good working routine is scrapped but like a machine, any routine can be hazardous to a novice, like a machine that swallows someone’s hand and jams up. And emotionally a cold calculating working routine especially someone else’s imposed upon you is as easy to follow as a barbed-wire fence in no man’s land.
I’m just not capable of daily work routines. My mind and my heart are simply at war with each other and a daily work routine creates a no man’s land of exhausting battles.
The working routine I was thinking of is a social one. The one of peaceful direction, that goes with the ebb and flow of life and creates stability, in which you can work and grow. That isolates the inner problems and gives you a chance to deal with them, talk about them, get them under control.
Life is like a box meant to contain gold but is filled with trivia.
Get rid of the trivia find the gold.
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