A refugee child wondered weary and tired
looking for some food, shelter and warmth from a fire
but the snow fluttered from the sky
was Christmas a lie?
Rudolph flew down from on high
he would take the the child to the land of elves and presents
Father Christmas would feed the orphan child a roast pleasant
and show him the love the best present of all
in our hearts we must all break the wall.
You cannot find a vending machine for love
you cannot pretend it’s real love
My heart is on fire
is it a liar?
is all love is smoke and mirrors
if so can I forgive her
I check my change
you are everything I desire
my hearts ablaze
but is this only a phase?
love maybe a chase
but not a vending machine case
I haven’t the money to give
to choose the love I need to live
you are a beautiful woman
but I will never have you or own your soul
at least Love is fair in that respect it’s not out of control
I can put my money into the machine
but I will never be your dream.
On the night of the full moon
reflected in the ice and snow
we went walking hand in hand
to find the ice throne
I was Jack Frost
you were the Ice Queen
walking together in a snow globe dream.
Tear down the tinsel
put the Christmas tree in the skip
rip down the rope lights
make the Christmas fairy take flight
Santa is in debt
his company in administration
so Christmas is cancelled
the kids will drive us to frustration
but this economy is to blame
so stop making your Christmas pud
let the turkeys run free
stop buying presents from Tesco express
and get the kids a cardboard box instead
let their imagination run wild
Christmas will always exist in the heart of a child.
steal the stolen
bees miss behave
in my mind a wave
In the sea
seeing beyond my eyes
feeling the blue skies
and stars twinkle
the wrinkle on my hand
means I think too much
but it’s eternity I touch…
The radio booms on speakers
it’s enough to wake the dead
zombies re attach their heads
ghosts clammer for attention.
What’s this dissenting dismal story
breaking from the ordinary
it must be the radio news.
This towns a ghost town and we are out of sight
dead ravens take flight
like they have been reanimated by Edgar Allen Poe
the word nevermore repeated.
Disco lights dance in the dusty ghostly radio station studio
the presenter moves his skeletal hand
and slides the controls to the peak setting.
his voice a long forgotten recording
playing jingles old songs and adverts
for a town where no one is around…
There was a story like Romeo and Juliet
where they didn’t die
but lived as birds in the sky
I ate from the plates with the willow pattern
I can‘t chant in words of Latin
but I believe in love
It’s light doesn’t just from above
it is a secret that is handed down
from woman to man
Rain falling on the decomposing leaves
cold autumn air breathed in warm lungs
the wind blows muttering ghost stories
into our ears.
Pumpkins carved into wickedly twisted smiles
we dress up for Halloween discos and parties with style
gathering sweets as we go
while the full moon glows
Bonfires built as we wait for the 5th of November
when fireworks will explode and sparkle in the night sky
we remember the gun powder plot
as we toast marshmallows on the bonfire.
You are darkness
but there are stars shining in that darkness
the night gives the stars room to shine
and heaven is a heart that mines
all the diamonds in the sky
for us when we die
you cannot have the light without the dark
you cannot have light without a spark
which illuminates the dense darkness of night
we gravitate towards the light
we need it’s warmth like a beacon
otherwise we weaken
but the dark is place of growth also
and we grow in the dark towards the light.
A man filled to the brim
with importance like a full pint
waiting to have his glass smashed
and the contents on the bar room floor
in a bar room brawl
or drunk or consumed
I unlike have had my confidence dashed
my pint glass gone it’s contents drunk
I skulk in the background
I was only ever a lemonade man
in the shade never seen or scanned
my life never pretty lies.