The hooks of the mind
can be unkind
they get caught in the past
in happy go lucky memories cast
in fires of joy
or they get caught in the skin
of the unkind memories we keep deep within
sometimes I want to fish with those hooks
catch memories where I want to look
nostalgic daydreams
but the present is all we really have
when we realise that memories are trying for a land grab
the fish like memories we have stored
need a sea
but between you and me and I just want to be…
The song playing on the radio
speaks to me
it’s lyrics collect like a memory
of a past time
sending shivers down my spine
I am lost in musical deliverance
sometimes I am caught by radio remembrance
dancing to tunes which deliver me from my gloom
they fill the room with happy vibes
my soul is set free
to dance.
The songs will remind me of younger versions
of myself when I danced at clubs
and more importantly danced with you
I hope for bright shiny days
and new songs
for the warmth of feelings
is revealing new songs
to listen to.
Peaceful river flowing free
collected together by tributaries
I am a river we are the sea
we are all memories.
Peaceful river rains collected in a river bed
We are the words collected and said
shaping the land around
with indents of smiles
traveling together for miles
Peaceful river animals coming to drink
do you ever stop to think
and take a moment
to think about life’s dream?
what makes you you and me me
do you open your eyes to actually see
life beautifully displayed
Peaceful river fish swim
we watch them jumping
games and sports blood pumping
boats traveling up and down
and all around
trees with birds nest
the days we spend carelessly are the best.
She’s trouble so they say
She’ll slay your heart
Tear it apart
Never mind her history
She’s a mystery
Neglected as a child
Emotional abuse
she hates men
Does she have a reason?
Behind her eyes lesions and cuts to her soul
Though they call her slut and say she’s out of control
She yearns and burns for a man who will calm her inner being
See the hurting girl inside who’s trapped in her own head
Instead of taking her to bed for a one night stand
A love that hold her through the lonely hours
A love that will never sour
Or grow cold
Or scold her for being her
A love that inspires fire
That comforts her
and talks her through agonising visions of the past
A love that lasts.