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Man of Gold
There is, I`m told,
a man of gold
standing at the edge of the world
To where the setting sun dips
on the faraway western horizon
Pull, pull, arms ache, wooden oar
Through depths of ocean where sea dragons roar
And the winds dare not scatter the clouds
Grey mountains and snow to the east and west
Hope in your hearts to complete the quest
Become legends told in languages and ink
Decks lashed
Sails, rigging, smashed
The graveyard of galleons calls
Some will live, some will die
Death rolls the dice, but never with a lie
Calm waters for the chosen of prayer and stained glass
There is a shore of pure , white sand,
that touches water of emerald green
With silver barked trees and blossom of purple
Golden steps ascend to the sky
Cut in to mountains of deepest blue
And beyond…..
There is, I`m told, a man of gold
Standing on the edge of the world
Standing on the edge of the world
He`s standing on the edge of the world
Tears
Tears drop
Never stop
Your pain
Just like rain
Flooding my heart
With thoughts of you again
No journey can ever be far enough away
What did you do today?
Lovers once more in our bed
How can I erase that from my head?
You said we were forever
But Im the one thats fled
We tasted each other, naked, bare skin
Looked in to souls, knew what was in
Words spoken with hearts, spoken with truth
But the scent of another is the only proof
What did she give you I never,
Apart from her youth?
Filtered
Sunlight filtered in,
but the oil painting remained untainted
Exquisite brush strokes
Delicate
Smooth, gentle
Ambience untouched
Looking good
Smelling good
and tasting even better
She was one gorgeous woman
and I couldn’t decide between love or lust
My day always started with an arousing cup of coffee, I just loved the aroma,
and a slow cigarette
But then…..
We both enjoyed it slow
and loved the smell of each other
Love
Love is me and you,
a wonderful feeling we share
Holding hands
Cuddles
A gentle kiss
Love is that safe feeling,
that feeling only you give
Your smile,
your eyes
Your little funny ways
Love is laughing
Love is crying
Love is happiness
Love is been funny
Love is getting soaked in the rain
Love is watching a sunset,
or becoming a little scared under a full moon
Love is catching snowflakes on your tongue,
or kicking up autumn leaves wildly
We all need love
Soak it up,
let it course through your body
and enjoy it to the full
Love Life
Love life,
you write the pages of your path
Love others,
they will fill you with warmth
Love the world,
it reveals beautiful secrets
which eyes will absorb and send to the heart
Love nature,
because it’s truly magnificent and the artist will never be known
Love music, laughter, food, wine, theatre and friendships,
they are a release from the shackled, daily mundane
Love the artists,
they unlock doors to escape the mundane
Love the lovers,
they unlock the heart
Lonely
Lonely, lonely,
A hug, a cuddle,
it’s me, I’ve not died
Photos fading
Darkness invading
Waters wading
Sleep? Yes
Sleep? No
Lock door, outside no go
Feeling down
Feeling up
Table set,
one plate, one cup
Talk to me
Talk to you
A simple “Good morning”
“I’m fine, how do you do.”
Bread toasted
Chicken roasted
Washing pots
Joining dots
Ironing shirt
Shampoo squirt
Google, Google
Pot noodle
Make bed
Thoughts in head
Why me,
not you?
Why can’t I book a table for two?
Lonely, lonely,
lonely inside
I’m at the same address,
where I hide
Happy
Happy, what a beautiful day
Happy, all the sadness gone away
Happy, hip hip hip, hooray
Happy as peaches and cream
Happy as my favourite dream
Happy, winning football team
Happy, birthdays can’t come too soon
Happy like a big, red balloon
Happy, ice cream and spoon
Happy, birds singing
Happy, wedding, church bells ringing
Happy children, frisbees flinging
Happy, flying a kite
Happy, top of the class, questions right
Happy, lines learnt, no stage fright
Happy today
Happy, no other way
Happy, let the feeling always stay
Happy, hip hip hip, hooray
MR HAMBLETON
Strumming a six string song on a battered four string guitar
Contents of his wealth collected in an empty coffee jar
Yesterday’s news lines last year’s worn shoes
They’ve lost their sole, but he’s still singing the blues
Alcoholic dreams, alcoholic desires
Sidelined from the rat race, no thieves, no liars
Graffiti decorated concrete bed
Tired eyes weep and a heavy heart bled
In the town, in the city
Takeaway odours, noisy and gritty
Earning a penny plectrum performance from songs he hasn’t penned
Never mind, we all have dreams and surely can pretend
In chords of E or maybe G and sometimes even A
The sound of begging bowl chink clink when passing folk will pay
Rock ‘n’ roll T shirt complete with skulls and giant coiled green viper
An ill fitting Army and Navy coat, he’s no Japanese sniper
Songs live on within each heart
But sadly friendships have to part
My best friend gone, lifeless, dead
But I’m still here in my cardboard bed
Who wants a stray with no collar, just fleas?
Can I have a home, help me out please
I don’t have a brother, I don’t have a sister
My name is Hambleton and that would be Mister
The Velvet Clad Seducer and Serenader
Seducing,
serenading,
eloquently smoking in the clubs
he is parading
A clean cut suit,
sharp shoes,
never fading
The velvet clad seducer and serenader,
not much conversation, but he just made her
Another notch, another score,
another woman hunger lust wanting more
Musician,
requisition,
acoustic words flowing on stage,
songwriting composition
Six string paramour,
plectrum delight,
lyrical condition
The velvet clad seducer and serenader,
not much conversation, but he just made her
Another notch, another score,
another woman hunger lust wanting more
Perceiver,
believer,
a double with ice at the bar
will please her
Eyes mesmerise,
intoxicating odour,
aftershave deceiver
The velvet clad seducer and serenader,
not much conversation, but he just made her
Another notch, another score,
another woman hunger lust wanting more
A Heartbeat in Time
A heartbeat in time,
next to mine
Two lovers together
in rhythm and rhyme
Touch Feel Live
Touch your face,
your lips
Feel the warmth of the sun,
the warmth of your skin
Live life
Love life
Coursing within
Moonlit galleon
Cool waters whisper with secrets of the guilty and the dead,
reflecting the grey, ghostly moon above which commands tides of oceans and seas
Stars pierce and pinhole the canopy of black tinged with edges of red
Tattered sails hang lifeless
Salt lashed decking, silent as resting bones
Sea mist carries the vessel over waters, twisting, creeping along planks and mast
Lanterns of green light bow and stern
Candlelight flickers in the bedroom quarters
Warm, safe, inviting
Glasses sit empty alongside my favourite wine
Soft, silk sheets suggest
You have returned once more
Shall I join you?
Step from the cliff where the depths below will end a life and begin another
Love is life
You are my life,
my beautiful man
I can almost taste the wine and see you naked in the candlelight