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.
It’s bubbles are hot and the lava like acid burns
My throat tight from tasting anger
Twisting and turning as turbine
You spout nothing but searing air
To then forget goldfish-ly as the wind changes.
Your world has no room for anything of logic
It contains your grand vision
You the star of your own show
Roses falling at your feet in the hurrah
That you decided you deserved
And still you wait for it…
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.
Try pushing, cajoling
Screaming and wails
Hurl insults like boulders
To get through the day.
Try threats coated in treacle
Not subtle or sweet
You’ll wait till I’m ready
I bow at nobody’s feet.
Watch through cracks in the story
Make your own fairytale end
I can see through your mask
Don’t break and don’t bend.
I may say little to you but read
You so well
I’m wary not scared
You are but a shell.