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10/ 30 Many roofs

Reluctant comfort
Hillsong is not my heart song
Unhappy feet dance
Dessert or new soil
Thirst overwhelms me
The word is my well
Hats and tambourines
Torrential tongues firefight.
No doubt, home is home
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The Invitation (52/4)

The nest is being broken
Come along, come along!
The nest is being broken
Come along

The sun has awoken,
(For) Manhood chose to clothe him
Come along, come along!

What heart he had now stolen
To plant his seed he’s grown him
Come along

Scraped the barrel.
Found gunpowder
Blew his mind
When he found her
Come along, Come along!

See this late blooming chapter,
Tears of Joy and laughter
Pack the place to the rafters
Come along, Come along

Now if you guard the runway
They’ll be flying on the Sunday
Come along!

Share in vows unspoken
Hope they never will be broken
Come along!

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Dynamite Doldrums

heart crackCracks in the ground and nobody gets high
Sleeping with your troubles, its the way lovers lie
Pad, locked my heart so I’m docked at quay side
Wondering if my Indian summer’s with the crop of Teesside
Is it called falling in love if your choice reveals pride
If I’m not proud what am I?

My understanding is an overseer
Is it over, here?
Gut instincts are what I over hear
Cracks in the ground like woven tears
Colourful dreams become monochrome pastures
Moth bitten messages of hope become wounds
Fears like unexploded mines in a crowded room become the music
Shall we dance?

Around subjects like Maypoles we can find new steps
If one foot is out of time and breath, should we stop?
Cracks in the ground for toe stubs and back rubs
The harvest is silence and shoulder shrugs
What are we lying for if they only bed bugs?
A good operating system can be its own anti virus
If the foundations are of stone and papyrus, why aren’t we purple or violet?
All these reports are defiling, weakness is defining, it’s blinding.
Give a partially sighted man a diamond, he’ll still find a way to refine it.
It takes more than shine to find the reason behind the rhyme.
We play uno until that card’s declined

We’ve got to give a joint account of cracks in the ground
If nobody’s getting high where can the fire be found?
Are we blowing smoke just to keep the peace?
Have we had a stroke?
What’s the canvas?
Have we a golden fleece to reflect a value increase?
Is one eye blinkered?
Is transition to a vision that isn’t rose tinted hindering?
Can you hear a storm tinkling,
Will you look it in the eye and wink at it
Is there really joy to be found?
Did you know there’s cracks in the ground?
Ignore them for the sake of the grace in which we are found
If nothing ever changes, potentially we’ll drown
All because we never listened for the cracks in the ground.

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Underwater Love

After the sun there’s rain, after the joy’s there’s pain

We drink the coffee of reality, highs to gain

Don’t try to rewind be impressed to play

The rhythm of life will make you dance all day

Don’t be shy I say, take a dive in to fresh air

This underwater love is my agua de beber

With my time I paid, kept my mind on the lecture

Freed my soul from conjecture and stood as the deck chair

Holding court with my senses, your essence is set here

Your Words coursing through my veins, entered at my left ear

Released my net fear I profit from your pollination

For underwater love immersed my imagination

in you

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Letter To My Next

I’m hoping my writing will be delivered with perfect timing
My Body clock says it’s a late storm
But I’m hoping you’re… ready to light me
Strike me
Like lightning
Little hater inside me knows I’m ready to fight me
Step outside me, brush aside me
Take residence and step against the not like me inside me
Let you set me on fire till I’m flashing brightly
Red Yellows Blues and Greens
Open my eyes to your ocean colour scene
So that I can read between the waves and motion
Wade in the water of devotion out from the sure
Find you and float in the real and the pure
I already know you’re demure, conscious and prized
I don’t have to throw lines for you to be caught by surprise
In the rule book of life we may have played on opposite sides of the law
Straight fly we know our flaws, know where the floor is
Love knows where the door is but only shows us the key
How you and I haven’t yet met when we’re meant to be?
All I wonder is how can we decide the main verse if we don’t even know the key
Life writes the interlude then the pre
Builds us through our history and creates our future
Establishes the true you
Defines a true me
Our lines have to cross and bind till you and I become a true we
I’m blind to you but I don’t stroll in the dark
We’re just two mammals making our way to the ark
I can’t say that we will be a walk in the park
Or a stroll on the promenade
Times may get hard but I know you are rich in value
We’ve got to value OUR values or there will be hitches
I want to bless and gain blessings through your riches
No name calling. No bastards, no bitches
Lets communicate and scratch itches
Hoping you and I don’t flee
Being hitched is what its made to be
I don’t say cracked because your love mendeth me
I am softer than concrete you are my rose
The rhythm pattern in my flows
You are more precious than ivory,
I’m tall but you heighten me
You are the nightlight and the sunrise
The words of the songbird my heart is talking through
Blood sweat and tears I’ll pour for you
See laborious minds make for victorious times
The moment we step on love
We just stepped on our time
Our landmines
Lets explode together
Touch the sky as we hold the clouds
Have our eyes look up not down
Dry eyes in the midst of a frown
Already a queen already crowned
Yet I want you to have my jewel, my seal
Hold you like shore is held by the sea
Surround you like an orange is its peel
You will be the only temptress to which I yield
True love only exposes
I bring more than a ring of roses
A heart that you can’t dispose of
The strength to strengthen you all over
To be with you I’ll be luckier than the Irish in a field of clover
Intoxicated yet sober
From Timbuktu to the white cliffs of Dover everyone will know the worst kept secret
Richly in love we are meant to be that
Athletic millionaire I may not be that
Subject of my art you can’t just be that
A mere portrait to expose this poets trait you can’t just be that
You are the doctrine
I believe that
A heavenly blessing I know I’ll see that
The real love in me you unleash that
Coffee and sugar we can be that
Cos we need each other can’t you see that?
Unstoppable force meets the immovable object
To me I hope you don’t object as we court
Play ball and enjoy the heat
Love never needs to beat, compare or compete
As long as we have love, friends and family
Faith, harmony in the sanctity of matrimony
No games geared towards getting paid via alimony
Baby and then a divorce
I’m in this for life even if times we stray off course
See life is life but on judgment day when I give that account for all
I want God and all of heaven to know
I was proud on earth to have been
Yours faithfully

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In Her Element

Love’s red glutton, pushed the button and watched him slip away like smoke into the night
Would she see the light, or avoid the blues, and get with ex, new shoes and sex
Would she fall in love or just vibe with the reflex

Relationships were like pornographic antidotes to true passion
Treated relations like a fashion show regular news was in fashion so
She gave head to get ahead in the race to erase him from her head
But every new man she took to bed was like a shotgun to the head
Was worth it… just to put him to bed?

She moaned publicly in the ecstasy of get with me ego centricity
In her single time she had her double ex’s to see
No new notches vehemently and evidently,
Facebook statuses would be the adverts generally
Might as well be a billboard but players play presently

Love’s red glutton, pushed the button and watched him slip away like smoke into the night
Could she see the light and avoid the blues, and get with ex, new shoes and sex
Would she fall in love of or just vibe with the reflex?

See in the time of every break up you need to make up with you
Yet at every chance she’d lace up those boobs like track shoes she had something to prove
She was running from the music that made her groove
To some dude she barely knew but made her feel rare and new
It was the feeling of real love but was it really true?

For if not now then at her blue moon,
Or when she’d tied the knot wishing she’d not come off the prowl so soon
Howling at clock demanding time in lieu, time to be blue
Time to clear mind of her true love

See her real love was a quiet gun
He made her burn like a quiet sun
She could hide behind papered cracks but she couldn’t run
Business wasn’t done, wasn’t closed
He drifted in and out of her psyche like Ebenezer scrooge’s ghosts

She wanted to cut a figure so forlorn her silhouette was torn
Love’s politics hit her like unwanted health reforms
She was not for being a transformer but this would transform her
If she was going to live she needed time to mourn her

Love’s red glutton, pushed the button and watched him slip away like smoke into the night
Could she have seen the light, or avoided the blues, and not got with the ex, new shoes and sex
Instead of falling in love just vibing with the reflex

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