Stepping forth in her armour she felt invincible
Her resolve not to be broken
The looks on their faces were shocked
Astonished at her audacity
That she’d not done what was expected
Her face cleared of the usual paint
Sleek hair left to be wild and exuberant
Suddenly in her nakedness she felt it
Powerful, in control
Their shock at her being as she wanted
No heels, paint, sleek dress just her
Armour plated by being naked
She stared them down when they demanded
Smile pretty lady it’s not the end of the world
Yeah? She replied it is.
His stories are those of a person persuaded
That life has passed him by
People crushing his spirit and grinding
Their heels into his head
Because he isn’t what was expected.
So he chooses the path of least resistance
Pressing a button that destroys his world
Because he’s afraid of losing happiness
Fighting it from happening is easier
Than the disappointment as it walks away.
He’s tired of hiding behind the shell of pretence
That he’s so carefully constructed
To show the world the clown who loses
But it’s there flickering , the light
That’s now refusing to be extinguished
Now he knows some people believe in him.
Let’s look at the North frozen wastelands
Win them over boys again.
Tell the same stories, change the words
Dangle carrots full of powerful pain.
Yes, I know we told them that last year
Also probably the one before
Saying we’d give them help
It’s the North, they only settle scores.
Subdue, substitute and ignore
All we’ve ever done to the place
We’ll keep our powerhouse for us
Tell them it’s impossible, save our face.
Forget it now, this promise to the North
All they do is march, pour forth
Didn’t go to our old chaps schools
They can’t see we’re a ship of fools.
Undercurrent flows into conversation
A bitter edge that says you’re not better
Yet I never said I was
How do you explain it?
That you just need to see what else there is
Know what other choices there are
Make decisions without fear of
The failure that surely follows
If you dare to change
And allow Times mist to swirl around
Carrying you with them to new things.
If you’re happy where you are I’m happy
For you are living your plans
As I am
Neither of us better or best
Just different and happy with our choice
So we shall have to beg to differ
And I will follow my change.
She sits there like a queen on her throne
Sceptre a fag hanging down
Flicking ash she makes her choice
Of which horse is worth the money
Not a gamble, it’s a definite winner
Mind you, she’s usually right
Her arrow throwing hand would’ve made her
A formidable opponent in war
These days she’s making sure that in the corner
They’re not messing up her score
As she hits the board to win the darts
Knowing once more she’s nailed it.
Listen girl keep looking you’d say
Watch that fire flicker with dreams
See pictures of life cross it
And swallow the future whole.
Tell yourself you can see and you will
Shadows of orange flame become futures
Worlds of opportunity open to you
If you only believe they are.
I’m not talking magic or hocus pocus
My words are meant to convey
The simple life you can make
If you should need to escape.
The rat runs here no more comfort
Than the days when I was small
Well, in some ways it is but really
I’m only saying why have the same
When you could have it all?
Written about conversations with my nana as a child
A broken man skeletal but proud
Walks in daring anyone
To mention his weight loss
Haunted face deathly gaunt
Knowing each day brings him closer
To the end.
He knows what is happening
Will tell you after a drink
Wants no sympathy, fact dealing
So there’s not speculation
As he hears them discuss him
Talk about the ‘condition ‘
Coming to take the life he knew
Your words are not accurate
This thing filled him with stoicism
While eating away who he was
Wanting to tell them while asbestos eats
He can still hear every single beat.
Written about the close friend of my dad who was a fighter and battled asbestosis, a very brave man even as he was being broken down.