Vacation Gold

Crystal water

Floating weightless

Suspended

Beneath the bluest sky

And golden sunlight

There’s nowhere to go

Nothing has to be done

Just breathe

And enjoy life

Freedom

The limitless possibilities

Of hours unbound

Not a dark cloud in sight

Except for the specter of knowing

When vacation is over

Time will again

No longer be mine

So I float away

Forget the future

Because today I work

For myself

And the sun pays my wages

In gold

Such A Bore

**This is another song lyric written in August 1996…In case you’re wondering why I’ve been posting all this old stuff, it’s because I’ve been spending most of my writing time lately working on a new novel rather than writing poetry.  But never fear.  There will be more new poetry!**

Boredom runs us over like a slow train

Sucking all the energy from my brain

Nothing elevates our lives anymore

Something is the nothing we’re looking for

 

Take me under and hide me in you

End this endless nothing to do

Take me with you and set me free

Name this nameless picture of me

 

Boredom pulls us down like a slow disease

The blood inside my veins is starting to freeze

Thaw me with your blurry warming lips

There’s something I might find in your fingertips

 

Take me down and hide me in you

Face this faceless nothing to do

There’s no progress, my blood is slowing

Change this changeless tired wind blowing

 

Give me something more

Show me what’s in store

This is such a bore

This is such a bore

Burn me to the core

My heart has been tore

This is such a bore

This is such a bore

Saturday Sunshine

In a field of green

Smell of grass stains and sweat

Under Saturday sunshine

Legs pound forward

Keen eyes see the run

And the wide open space before him

Like a new land to be conquered

The cross comes in

With a soft touch of boot to ball

He has control

Speed is of the essence

No

He IS the essence of speed

Dodging one opponent

Shrugging off another

The defender closes in on him

A fake to the left

Another

Nutmeg

And he goes right

The keeper is ready

Spikes bouncing eager in the muddy grass

He’s going near post, the keeper thinks

He knows it

But he doesn’t

Power flows through sinewy legs

Taking his shot on the run

The sound of ball on netting is drowned

In the volcanic cry of the faithful

As their hero wheels toward the corner

An unstoppable smile on his face

And thousands of scarves are lifted high

To kiss the Saturday sunshine

 

**I already miss the Barclay’s Premier League season.  Can’t you tell, lol?  At least there’s the Euro 2012 to watch for a while 😉  **

 

No One Ever Will

**This is a song lyric I wrote in April 1996 and then pretty much forgot about.  I just recently re-read it and found I liked it much more now than I did then.**

What ever happened to you

When you were on your own?

Did you fall off the blank side of life?

How’d you get back

To join with the hordes?

Did you color in the blank side of life?

 

What did you make of it?

Did you make it good?

What did you make of it

When no one else would?

 

No one ever will but you

It’s always up to you

No one’s gonna make the way for you

No one ever will but you

 

Where did you go

When you were lonely and cold?

Were you lost on the dark side of life?

How’d you find your way

Without losing yourself?

Did you set fire to the dark side of life?

 

What did you make of it?

Did you make it good?

What did you make of it

When no one else would?

 

No one ever will but you

It’s all left up to you

No one’s gonna make your life for you

No one ever will but you

Sun Could Shine

**Song lyric written October 1994**

 

The sun could shine

But not today

The sun can’t shine

While your away

Beams may poke

Through the clouds for a while

But what’s the use

Just remembering your smile

 

The sun may shine

But it won’t feel the same

The sky hasn’t changed

But it’s a different game

There’s nothing left

That feels like it did then

It’s been too long

To ever be that way again

 

Maybe the sun should never shine

The sky should be dark all the time

Maybe the sun should never shine

We’re not the sunshine kind

Maybe the sun should never shine

Why shouldn’t the sky be blind?

Maybe the sun should never shine

We’re not the sunshine kind

Are we?

Your Ghost

**Song lyric written September 1995**

 

I know you don’t exist

You died long ago

But your ghost like so many others

Can still haunt me though

 

Spirits wander ’round this town

Met one the other day

But you still terrify me most

When you pass my way

 

But you know

You know

 

I’d like to get to know your ghost

And find out why you died

Did you fade away or were you changed

By something that you tried

I’d like to get to know your ghost

And find out where you went to

I’d like to get to know your ghost

And find out where I lost you

 

Sometimes I’ll see you floating by

With somebody else

Sometimes I’ll just catch a glimpse

When I’m all by myself

 

I knew you in another life

Not so long ago

I may have died too in that time

But I’ve resurrected though

 

And you know

You know

 

I’d like to get to know your ghost

And find out who you are

Did you see Heaven or find Hell?

Or didn’t you go that far?

I’d like to get to know your ghost

And talk about where we’ve been

I’d like to get to know your ghost

And come to life again

Monkey

**This is a punk rock song I wrote in February 1996 about taking control of your life and getting rid of the proverbial “monkey on your back”, whatever it may be.**

 

My anorexic flower

Do you know who you are?

Waiting every hour

In someone else’s car

It’s not hard to explain yourself

Even though it should be

It’s not hard to destroy yourself

Even though it should be

 

Something’s got you, pulling down

Something’s got you, dragging down

Something’s got you by the wrist

Turn the other into a fist

Reach out and touch someone

 

Something’s got you giving in

Something’s got you caving in

Something’s got you doing again

Take the gloves off and fight to win

Reach out and stop someone

 

Something’s got you doing this

Something’s got you feeling pissed

Something’s got you on the ground

Whip the bastard’s head around

Reach out and stop yourself

 

Kill your monkey

Kill your monkey

Kill your monkey

Before he kills you