Sunny Rainclouds

We’ve got
sunny rainclouds
in our hearts
Our hearts
are a cerulean blue
We’ve got
sunny rainclouds
in our hearts
Accepted
Nothing we can do

You might need
a bit of rain
on a sunny day
You might need
the sun to shine
thru the rain

May I recommend to you
sunny rainclouds
sunny rainclouds
of cerulean blue

I met a shadow
In a corner
I said
Shadow, how are you
He said
That he has depression
He wants some sunny rain
In cerulean blue

I met
A ghost
In the desert
I said
Well
How do you do?
He said
It’s too hot
Where he’s going
He wanted
Some sunny rainclouds
Of cerulean blue

sunny raincloud

for Katy Claire

Sadness

Sadness
it is a constant process
yes
you have to keep it rolling
al the time

Sadness
it is a constant process
you have to keep it rolling
to make it mine

it is not so bad
it’s not so good
it’s just a feeling
to feel better than you should

its made of the different colours
from the rain
you add some good
you add some bad
you add some happy
you add some pain

Sadness
is a constant process
yes
you have to keep it rolling
both day and night
you take some good

of what you feel
you take some bad
you keep rolling
to combine

if you do that, what
do you have
a feeling that is
more good than bad

and that’s not so bad

for Hettie

Collaboration: Chris Hall poem

The progress so far: in the 2nd, 6th, 11th bars I have changed the melody to fit with an Em-Asus2 combination. The melody was a bit ornamental and this gives it a smoother start to the poetry line. These two chords are like banging two flints together, they can be quite dramatic.

The second part of the song has become I hope a sunnier melody with the C chord in use more and the melody a bit more developed.

PDF of song
chris hall poem 10 june

Stealing Dreams of You

Stealing dreams of you in the sunshine
Stealing dreams of you in the light
Stealing dreams of you in the evening
Stealing dreams of you in the night

A thief in your dreams I take them with me
To every lonely corner of the land
For though love is over I can’t get over
How my dreams have turned to sand?

Stealing dreams of you as you’re sleeping
As many as I can while you’re in bed
You’ve got more dreams than I’d imagined
While all my own dreams are dead

I love you in your dreams I take them with me
To every single corner of the land
If the dreams I have are yours
I know it makes you mad of course
But since you’re gone all my dreams have turned to sand

March 29

I Was, I Had, I Dreamt

I was born from an Ostrich egg in the desert
I was as a hairy Grand Canyon in the scales of justice
I flew like a rivulet of milk in outer space

I had the face of an Indian carved in granite
I had the body of a pregnant woman in contraction
I had the feet of the Colossus of Rhodes

I dreamt of darkness as a rubber glove turned inside out
I dreamt of light as a mechanical toy in a honeycomb
I dreamt of time as the air shrinking in a pyramid

27 march

Vulnerability

Like a lake scratched
By an overhanging tree
Vulnerability
That’s me.
All my life,
I’ve been
Suffering, this way.
Vulnerability;
Like a mirror,
broke,
Upon the street,
Beneath trampling feet.
I’m prone
to vulnerability
No, I’m not an immigrant,
Or an O.A.P.
No, I’m not a child,
But childlike maybe.
For all my life
I’ve felt this way,
With this wound
Slashed into my psyche.
All my life,
I’ve suffered dread
Like a blind man,
Or the near dead,
Who lie upon the bare earth,
To see,
To measure,
How close to death
They might be,
That’s me, surely,
I suffer from
vulnerability.

Every second of every minute

Every second of every minute of every hour of every day
I tried to make you
Happy

Every day of every week of every month of every year
I worked to set you
Free

Though I tied so hard
you made my heart bleed
Looking at me from your songbird eyes
in the cage of my heart