Sucker Punch

 

Well I just don't understand ...

how with this much understanding life can change the cards

amoungst my hands

like a sucker punch I'm floored

guess I coulda never walked through the open door I saw

but why the hell should I retreat

from everything that tastes so sweet

and all the while I been here

checking in with my integrity

with all the things I've seen

you'da thought I coulda been held in some esteeem

but it seems

my empathy

only went and bought the blues.

 

What's frustrating as hell for me

and its something that none a ya see

you're all fickle and fake as hell

'ones fishin' out coins from the wishing well

you're so stubborn and insecure

your whole story's becoming a bore

so drop-your-charade-to-the-floor!

time you stopped taking

time you gave the world

a little bit more!

 

why the hell should I retreat

from everything that tastes so sweet

and all the while I been here

checking in with my integrity

with all the things I've seen

you'da thought I coulda been held in some esteeem

but it seems

my empathy

only went and bought the blues ...

 

(to be sung with a waltzy lilt and a wonky piano,
a lofty bottle of rum and a tenacious swagger!)
 

 

 

Eggshells
 

You know I'm treadin' on eggshells when I'm near you

 

Imma treadin' on eggshells because of you and you and you

 

e-very time I open my mouth

 

the words -wanna-find-I-find-migrating-to-the-south!
 

 

No I will not give you the satisfaction

 

won't let your poison comandeer my brain

 

it's criminal insanity - verging on profanity

 

to concieve you'd play this puerile game!
 

 

Well I've n-ever liked myself a player

 

I see right through each image smoke and mirrors

 

r-eally all I feel with a crooked sense of zeal

 

is pitty for you Miss and thats for real!
 

 

I shouldn't be treading on eggshells when I'm near you

 

I shouldn't be editin' the things I say and do when I'm near you

 

I'll tell you what I think, I think you really take the piss

 

your 'poor me' wont ever wash with me now Miss!

You know I'm treadin' on eggshells when I'm near you

 

Imma treadin' on eggshells because of you and you and you

project this shit all day and the universe won't pay

you'll get back what you put out times three they say!
 

 

 

 

 

Devil Coins

 

Got two sides of the coin to tell
One sides hope - the others how we fell
I say we fell but you know too well
That ain’t the truth cause we’re ruled from hell....

 

The devils they wear well-tailored suits
And from their lairs they do conspire
Under the guise of the worldly wise
While they stoke our funeral pyre

 

Everything you read’s a ruse
All you hear you should a-question
And the food you’re eatin’s gonna kill y'all anyway
While your town’s coughing from congestion.

 

Schools agenda’s to try and cleanse your kids
Of their magic on a ‘brainwash spin’
We’ll lose all our last connections - our sacred land
If protests remain this few and thin

 

They’re not interested in planetary health
Nor saving it or you
It’s only ever been about the money
The 1%, the few 

 

The game at hand’s a long play
Engineered it from the start
Politicians you blindly think are tryin’
- script reading actors peddlin’ art

 

Suddenly you wake up
To the fact it’s always been the way
As kids we're sheltered in the dark of lies
But there’s one last Lark laughing in the skies

 

Now he’s a spirited adventurer
Of the old world – he saw the way it was before
There’s wisdom and strength - you gotta seek it
You gotta try that other set of doors

 

Start making your own decisions
Research these things thoroughly and well
(Cause I don’t know ‘bout you)
But I’m damned if this sinking ship is gonna drag me and mine down to hell as well!

 

There ain’t no need to subscribe to this
'consume exist then die'
We really shouldn’t be paying them
It only perpetuates their spite 'n' lies

 

You think you need to work so long to live
Leave home before it’s light
Shove kids in school and clubs and care
Eventually return home again by night

 

They don’t want you to rebalance shit
They want you thinking it’s the only way you can sustain
But what the earth needs is an awakening
Of consciousness Collective Brain

 

Been writing this two days now
And I like the rhythm the river the flow
But I don’t wanna start a-ramblin’
I wanna wrap up succinctly and go

 

Really what I’m trying to say
is WAKE UP for the sake of YOU
and if all the many ‘YOU’s on earth awake
there’ll be nothing these bastards can do!

By your leave

In fine morning fettle and without so much as a by your leave,

she left.

Early to rise she'd been, with a clear head, a full heart

and sunshine winding through her soul

towards her eyes.

Always in wild revolt against herself 

sleep was never of too much concern,

like a bairn with beginners eyes

she'd see in the almost-light-now's

as if each were precious possibilities

too curious to pass up.

And she thrived

as if defying sleep brought with it a shortcut

to different clarities and vibrations.
She'd stay you know if she could
and find the best in that
too.

How cruel the wisdom of understanding

and aching the song of the second fiddle
the sign that offered and the questions that answered
as my gut lays silent and still

It could simply be the absence of warning
an intuitive 'continue your path'
notice what darts between shadows
move with grace betwixt worlds in the dark

I'm hearing inaudible syllables
uttered unknowingly by the minds of the hive
I know what I want for my soul-growth
and I fear flaws if I ignore what I've heard

I will hold my own light as a treasure
to be seen and cherished as such
need I really mind I don't go timidly here
or will complexities still prove too much

Like the doe in a glade of sunbeams
for now I'll graze but acutely aware
of the things I'm chewing and churning
I don't want to turn tail and run scared.

My potential is exponential
this could be beautiful unique effervescent
but who-so-ever I go it is paramount I know
that this is no curse of self-fated obsolescence.

 

 

Nothing nor no one embraces

quite like She of the woods

no matter your leave of absence

she'd hug you as hard as she could

Her meadows would lovingly hold you

and with tenderness bear all your weight

your return would be hailed and honoured

always just right and never too late

Though everything has kept on a-turning

the seasons and all life within

you could swear with each breeze

comes a laughing tease

so glad that you've stepped back in

Like the dearest of friends reunited

each are one but both of the same clay

with your shoulders release and the beat of your feet

pick up times banished now play!

Ah she knew, she knew

the storm in a tea cup she needed to brew

brew for the feeding

her triskelion's needing. 

 exactly which view of which field from where 

the pages, the book, the breeze through her hair 

just the right music to wash right the way through

exactly which foods and from which gods they grew.