Her unknowable heart

Her unknowable heart
that is lit by many candles
Her expectations are linked
Like flickering lights on a mountainside

Her unknowable heart
Where endless illusions live
And her standards stacked like cards
In a game that never ends

Her unknowable heart
– her intelligent beauty is exciting
She watches like a bird of heaven
Higher than the stars

30 Jan 1997

Hoping is like begging

Hoping is like begging
Waiting for a letter
Down on your knees
At the letterbox
Every morning, praying

Hoping is like begging
Waiting in the streets
Holding out a thin arm
To the passers-by
Every evening, crying

Hoping is like begging
Trying with all your heart
For a better future
As stars pass by
As the moon grows full

29 Jan 1997

Hark! The syllables of the heart

Hark! The syllables of the heart
Are making, are forging desires
That fan out in the head
Like the eyes on peacocks’ tail

Clashing with reason
– With the thing that they see
Clashing with common sense
An inflamed invisible language drones on

Holidays, money, houses, cars
All the trappings of a game show
Love too is longed for
By the syllables of the heart

Syllables that glow in the dark
Syllables that sound like moons colliding
Like balloons rising into dreams and exploding
Syllables not belonging to any language

When two sides hate each other

The bugles of war are calling
They make the morning sigh
That’s the way the world works
When it wakes you up to die

Chorus

There is a battle raging
They’ll take you to the war
When two sides hate each other
Enough to start a war

And u were sailing peacefully
In the blue sea of your mind
And you hoped that love would find you
That you’d see stars and drink the wine

Chorus

Your life was very pleasant
You hoped each day could last
Longer than the hour time
That the sun had cast

Chorus

Your girl with baby in her arms
Your work you love so much
Or else you see hope shining
So bright you need to touch

Chorus

You had in mind a holiday
Somewhere by the sea
There are so many things to do
And many things to see
Chorus

But now you’re in the hanging war
And if you refuse to leave
They’ll take you to the public square
And shoot you till you bleed

Chorus

I do not know ten thousand faces

I do not know ten thousand faces
I can maybe remember ten
So in the days of sudden plague
I do not miss those men

Though I hear the widows crying
And I watch the funeral march
I do not see their faces
Under the dead man’s arch

I do not know ten thousand faces
I can hardly count to five
When dealing with high numbers
Now only ten thousand are left alive

I’m glad to just wake up each day
And see the morning light
Grateful that I’d been sleeping
Through the plague of night

But then a short time later
When the plague has died away
The tears will start to fall
Beside the common grave

And the people all around me
As speechless as a morgue
Lost in yesterday’s shadows
Without a sound they walk

I don’t know ten thousand faces
They just fade away like spots
You live, you strive, you love again
It’s too hard to count the cost

I had a lonely dream night

I had a lonely dream night
The dawn was silent blue
I was feeling all washed out
Thinking so much of you

A lonely night is a woman
That can’t make up her mind
As the summer does its buttons up
And drains your cup of time

My mind is like a coat hanger
With room enough for two
But with your comings and goings
It’s a hanger of the blues

If you should see me drifting
Through the portal of the deep black night
Please use your neglected torch
To shine a homecoming light

And guide me home
And guide me home
Use your forgotten torch
To guide me home

The public have a right to know

The public have a right to know
Say the newspaper as an excuse
To start a media pile-on
As a form of ritual abuse

Can you imagine if they were living?
In the spare room of your mind
I think they’d drive you crazy
They just act so unkind

The public have a right to know
Is what they always say
When they investigate a street fight
Just to get there way

Well I never, cor blimey
I hear the gossips say
That are chatting in the laundry
Most hours of the day

The public have a right to know
Well that’s true to form
It starts off as a whisper
And becomes a media storm

Well maybe I have bills to pay
I’ve got other things on my mind
I rather I got on with my life
Than play at truth and lies