I live at the borders of your life

I seem to live at the borders of your life

I don’t have a passport to visit your country

I live at your borders

we both know people and have mutual friends

but we both know love doesn’t hide in your heart for me

it’s protected by metaphorical dogs security guards walls and gates

I would love to see you but we never worked

I wish you well

time will tell

if my decisions were correct

I still pray for you and respect your decisions

you have a family and a bright burning life

I live alone and have no wife

or children

I live in the land of could have been

but with all I have seen

this life passes by like a dream

and all our plans and schemes

can fail

and we flounder in the dark

where we lose our spark

but love is a door without a key

to me.

Strength unbowed

Strength unbowed

Savaged by words

but unbowed

and unbroken

I wish I wasn’t bothered

I wish I didn’t care

courage is sometimes acknowledging our fear

using it to drive us on

the art of leaning on adrenaline

sometimes I rattle the cage

the only war I wage is to be heard

above the caterwauling cattle

who prattle on.

but sometimes I know we all need to be heard

so I go silent for days

the only words are prayers

so strength is adaption

and love is peace

feast upon silence

don’t turn it into violence

fight for yourself because no one else will

it’s a bitter pill

that makes me depressed and ill

but I will fight until I can no more

because life is flawed

and we stand alone

Heavens our home

It was at the start

before our hearts

got jaded

My body may fade

but words are sharp as the day they were uttered

may you live a life without the clutter

of weak words.

Mr Bluesman

Mr bluesman

Strum those chords

croon that tune

Mr bluesman

you understand the blues

even if in life you didn’t choose

to live those sad times

Life chimes

some times it burns out

like a bouncing fag end

sometimes you can’t pretend

that it’ll work out for the better

we write those letters

those songs

for it’s this life that sometimes goes wrong.

Mr bluesman

play your songs

in pubs and in high street bars

look to the stars

be inspired by your scars

this life plays the blues

just like you

so play your chords

with your fingers

love doesn’t linger

but it burns

all the way down like strong neat whiskey

It’s intoxicating

mr bluesman

sing with confidence and conviction

Singing songs is your addiction.