The Paradox

I’m a Saint, I’m a sinner,               

Not sure which one’s the winner,

Perhaps one day I’ll know

It’s your perception shapes the show    

An each way bet the sliding door

But can what’s changed be changed far more

And if what’s changed before is changed again

Did it really change at all; does blood still flow in the same veins

So can I close the sliding door

And then what’s changed shall echo more

Buying one thing not the other,

You’re in one shop, me another

Am I eclipsed by the Sun             

Or shadow overcast by someone            

And must the Stars realign, for you to re-assign

The role I want to play, in your grand design

I know I’m weak and I know I’m strong                  Sometimes I’m right       Sometimes I’m wrong

The wind is hot and blows for so long                      I missed you but didn’t know until you were gone

I missed you but didn’t know until you were gone

There’s a tunnel at the end of the light                  I’m on a train so long no end in sight

Another day it might feel wrong                                               Tonight my message is too long

Tonight my message is too long

About how I feel when I hear your voice                               And wonder why you made your choice

The paradox of life is what I haunt                           The more you love me the more you want

But when you know me, you know what not to want

Breaking news like a breaking heart                        I pretend not to care right from the start

But then I phone and hear your voice                     A perfect beginning but you made your choice

A perfect beginning but you made your choice

The paradox of life is what I haunt                           But when you know me, you know what not to want

So how do I buy a train ticket to get back              Or is my luggage always on the waiting rack

Yet the wine flows uphill in the dining car             While I look for my bridge too far

While I look for my bridge too far

No need to staunch clear blood that’s not yet flown

But still Bastille must be overthrown

But when you know me, you know what not to want

But when you know me, you know what not to want

I’m a Saint, I’m a sinner,               

not sure which ones the winner

Neither one thing nor the other,

I was in one shop; you were in another

Sometimes I think about the life that I have lead                                              

Some storms, some daylight, some greed and bread

Do I still have a reason here                       

Or is my purpose served my dear

Am I standing here eclipsed by Sun

And when solar shadow sets, will I still be here to run

I’m a Saint, I’m a sinner

Not sure which ones the winner                              

Neither one thing nor the other,

I was in one shop; you were in another

The Tunnel (and its ending light)

I can see the

Shining light that

Dances in time with your smile

Your laughing face

Through the roads of my life

But your eyes are worth walking that mile

As people and places

May blend over time

Your voice is a constant song

 And with each of the days

Is lifted the haze

As your shining light dances in time

 I’ve been running through

I’ve been running through

The tunnel of the underground

 But now above the ground

And now above the ground

Now above the ground, your touch is the light and lasting sound

YOU'RE LATE

YO   YOU’RE LATE

I don’t know if I can fly

I don’t know, but I have to try

The pictures in my head paint only you

The things I think you’ll say will all come true

And as a sign see the morningmoon falling from the sky

Eyes concentrated on horizons waiting knowing that you’re nearby

Before this day's gone or soon the sky’s two suns will shine & you’ll arrive

Intertwined with love's true lasting gloss come alive happyily no more to be shy

THE HOLIDAY OF LOSS

THE HOLIDAY OF LOSS

Will you search for me tonight?

 Or is it to be a hollow twilight

We’ve both moved on and yet we might

Find undercarriage for our flight

With he landing strip of home in sight

Will I be back tomorrow night

The holiday of loss remains

There is no loss but only gain

There is no loss but only gain

The holiday of loss remains

When you’re away it’s hard to say

That I’m at home and see the light has fallen west

The Sun’s gone down to light the rest

As they wake up I’m still awake, though in the end it’s them who’ve slept

Are they aware of what lies East

A broken dream, no sleeping beast

Shall stand so tall disturb the light

No shadows lift them from the height

Of sunny easy normal day

It gets no better for them now

For even well trimmed sail and prow

Can drive in only one direction

Soft and slow meanders imperfection

So no, I’m not allowed to take a break

The trees through wind the branches shake

As usually some fruit will fall

While I wilt to the ground and slowly crawl

But yet I know what strives direction

Not this life should seek perfection

The best we can is strike the game

And win some of the points for which we aim

The game we play so hard to win

But yet has small meaning in the end

Unless behind a mark we leave

Indelible this web we weave

I walk a dog, a simple thing

Yet marks he leaves restricting reach

When birds can simply walk a beach

Or skywards spread their open wings

LOSS OF GRAVITY

We have to meet before we say goodbye

It’s not as though we didn’t try

As my planet leaves your solar system

Warmth of your sun it isn’t questioned

There can be no future in a lie

What looks like fear

Tastes like tears, I don’t

Mean to cause you pain

And surely this a mutual refrain?

For when we talk

I think you’ll know

That the song we sing, the key’s too low

And there’s no point in playing chords

When the music really has no words

A "HIDEAWAY COTTAGE" STORM

A “HIDEWAWAY COTTAGE” STORM

Aqua arrows spear woodcrossed window panes

As the powerstation sky explodes

In the distance soft trees waltz

Slowly swaying to the song like comfortable late night lovers

On an empty floor

They fear no lightening strike

But outside the window it is turbulent

The wind excites this dance

A troubled heavymetal symphony of

Leaves and rocketing raindrops exploding in waves to the ground

In the valley, seconds are eternal,

And like time, the storm is more gentle with distance

And in time even echoes fade.

A TAMBOURINE MOUNTAIN STORM

Wildwooded wind whips boisterously

Below featherbedded sky,

Huladancing leaves hips thrown left then right, like seafull-fish in schools running from the 
shark’s attack,

Suicidal boughs

Threaten to crack and loudly cry,

Clouds run by my window, breathing wetwhite mists

across rainforest canopy,

like masts of violent sail boats, enraged in threatened tack.

And I lay on lofted bed,

Softsound of tapdropped water flowing from a kitchen far below,

contradicting the weather beaten world outside,

and keeps arms length the sounds of cold-damp waiting day,

I am warm in firefuelled air around me,

As I listen to the hissingkissing bacon, and barely eggboiled water,

And watch raging swirls fight the temperate envelope

of my woodfloored bungalow.