my ultimate degree

whatever time of year ,you are something special to me
in a different time and decade in a obvious degree
i trust you, and love you, there is no doubt at all
we gel just like soul mates, like a peacocks mating call.

i remember, i recall, i rectify the same
an anguish, an argument, they will always remain to blame
and if we ever fall out, if we ever shout and trouble
a million seconds of hurt,a mid summers heart did double
.
i digress, i surely do, an obvious reason to look at your face
so perfect, so indifferent, so wanted fall from grace
an angel glitters, a bold sentence, a gift from up above
i craved, through wanderings, in this forest,of love.

i know you are my best friend, a soul mate there is no doubt
this closeness is a reason, i just don't shout about
but you, are something, that means the world to me
even if i digress, i love your serenity

i wish, i could wander, walking hand in hand,
with you, through .a dream scape, in a fantasy land
no matter what i have craved, no wonder, what i have dreamed
you are my best friend, for that i have always screamed

and no matter what has gone before, we will always laugh and cry
we will wander, through an ignorance ,fingers tapping as to why
whatever time of year, you are something special to me
my bestfriend, my soul mate, my ultimate degree.








 

a proud yorkshire man

there is a tale of a yorkshireman
who wandered through the dales
dad was a steel worker, hot and sweaty
telling a million yorkshire men tales

oil and steam in the air a rising
a dirty city grimed in dust and pollution
seven hills rising to forgive
in a sheffield dissolve in absolution

drink yourself into forgiveness
at the end of a terrible day
worked to the fingers i digress
the children know not how to play

there is a tale of a yorkshireman
my mother cried at my fathers feet
we craved to walk in the countryside
yet we have to live in this poor mans street

back to back houses
and a shared toilet for a family of five
we prayed for forgiveness
yet thank god we survived

there is a tale of a yorkshireman
several world wars later, picking fruit as we go
we thought of a reason to escape
yet we trembled as we know

tis the end of this journey
as a proud yorkshire man
one day they will  recognise me
that i did what i can.

my mother cried on this adventure
presented a world do i am
because this is  my first love
a proud yorkshire man.

two million seconds on a ladybirds back

two million seconds on a ladybirds back
im flying dragons in a kiddies story
blytons tales and lewes fables
im eight years old rejoicing jack a nory

I never grew out of uncle franks hard time hatred
he played with me under the covers
i grew stronger because of his abuse
an introduction to  is all timed lovers

fiddled my private parts, alone and in anguish
i try to release and stare at the moon
stop touching me, im trying to sleep
lullaby baby in a cot asleep so soon.

never alone my mother did cry
he drew me over and the earth did revolve
my pianist fist, clenched and reasoned
my thoughts died and dissolved

why did you hurt me and so drew the blood
i never knew so much distress
my arse so abused. a sword so inflicted
unto the fissures dead and depressed

why did you hurt me my uncle
i never knew, so much i cried
this anguish and hatred disruption
for the telling this story, i lied

i could dance and laugh at your anguish
the power of an infant abide
to destroy an innocent tale
not to rhyme nor collide.

The Paris subway freak

I slept one night on a Paris subway
cold and all alone
fiddle playing as a cushion
pressed to my ear like a phone.

she walked by and smiled
donated a frank and shed a tear
in sympathy upon nuances
a unique position aqua clear.

those rosy red cheeks glowed like rocks
I died inside for a minuscule second
she donated her warmth to this tramp in the park
more than i could ever have reckoned

trains passed by but the carriage was empty
drowned by whisky and beer
my hands dried and nails too long
her lips on mine creating romantic fear

the paris subway showed me where to to go
my mind tripped her like a skipping rope
in a dizzy mind loop rainbow
I dont know how to cope

she said the words i love you
my beard all too long afraid
a Shakespearean play plaguing
this old imagination all a frayed.

and so on the subway station
i exist so all alone
i dream each night forgiveness
an empty skimming splashed the stone

To sleep i must become
my passing angel brushes my cheek
falling deeper into lethargy
I am that subway freak

Coal Face

I fidget
inexcusably
twitching with a nervous kindness
black rocks
shining
like mr coal face
mining on the slate
a thousand years to a diamond
Pressure building in a ring.raped of a distinguished
bunion,  buoyed,
I saw jig jagged
leveled, jeweled
told a year old story,
I proposed and she said yes
the ultimate guess
yet not to posses
at least not yet.
they died in the disaster
crumbled slower then faster
just because you said yes
a commitment for life
to become my trouble and strife
an amen of forever
bridesmaid and ushers
in laws and pushers
a cheap bard a que
Shakespearean speech
coals igniting a hamlet sinew
to the bone
of the marrow
inside the stone
no longer will i be alone
for the diamond spoke
she accepted the proposal
clinging finger
forgiven
the coal pressure.
the rare alone.
smile
the acceptance
the band plays
we dance
on shining shriveled
fingers endowed
with a diamond ring
and the crowd sang
as we clapped and then slowed
allowed the audience to stand and applaud.

butterflies don't fall in love with me

I lied to you,
told you I could dance on tables
that i could sing, the lyrics to,
i don't get around much anymore
play tenor sax,
I lied to you
to impress, saying sculpture were easy for me
portraits were a natural art
i could sew you a petty coat
i could captain a boat
wave goodbye to a crowd
i lied to you
i do not know Latin, nor Greek
i cant do calculus or
streak rainbows in the sky
for a child that is not mine
i lied
but be damned by it
i lied for a reason
its simple
i told tales
because i needed you
apologise i do
i can not see the shadows on the moon
nor can i draw down the flames of the sun
i tried to, believe me i did
the sweat was real, the perspire
butterflies don't fall in love with me
thats real.
I am not a liar.