Speak to me not

Oh speak to me not!
For your words are sour
And the taste of the world is sweet
And I would not put
Within your power
My love for what I see

So call me slow!
So call me blind!
For rejecting the view you choose
But til you've seen
What I have seen
This argument you'll lose

Think me not naive
(Though I know you will
Nomatter what I say)
For though I love
It's not as if
I was born yesterday

This choice is mine
And it is done
And far happier I will be
Than you with rancour
And bitterness
And eternal sophistry

Angel

Don't call me angel

Because I can't save you

I know that you love me

But you're just gonna corrupt me

Brain Saver

I watch tv or put on a dvd
As respite from my own company
Because I'm much too scared you see
To spend a day on my own

I call up friends or log on the net
Just 5 minutes worth of time to spend
But none of it is ever time well spent
When I spend the day at home

I read a book or play a game
And feel in need of holidays
I'm wasting away in so many ways
I need some time alone

To think through where I am
To know just how to act
To be a mouse or a woman
To move ahead or turn back

I can't turn off my inactive mind
Or even make better use of my time
I would really love to receive a sign
To tell me which way to go

Ships in the night

There's friends you lose track of
And you don't remember their name
Then there's friends you lose grasp of
And that is just a shame.

Insomnia

I'm still awake and my thoughts don't satisfy me and each passing hour leaves me less time to sleep
If I could just sleep my dreams would inspire me but the clock it keeps ticking and I will not count sheep

Lingering

I linger online
And the longer I linger
The less I live

Chlorophyl or chloroform?

Chlorophyl? Chloroform?
Easy to confuse;
One will turn you green
The other makes you snooze!

After All by Henry Lawson

I heard this Henry Lawson poem sung by Idea of North and it was so beautiful I thought I'd share it with whoever on earth may read this blog. If you get a chance look up their version.

The brooding ghosts of Australian night have gone from the bush and town;
My spirit revives in the morning breeze,
though it died when the sun went down;
The river is high and the stream is strong,
and the grass is green and tall,
And I fain would think that this world of ours is a good world after all.

The light of passion in dreamy eyes, and a page of truth well read,
The glorious thrill in a heart grown cold of the spirit I thought was dead,
A song that goes to a comrade's heart, and a tear of pride let fall --
And my soul is strong! and the world to me is a grand world after all!

Let our enemies go by their old dull tracks,
and theirs be the fault or shame
(The man is bitter against the world who has only himself to blame);
Let the darkest side of the past be dark, and only the good recall;
For I must believe that the world, my dear, is a kind world after all.

It well may be that I saw too plain, and it may be I was blind;
But I'll keep my face to the dawning light,
though the devil may stand behind!
Though the devil may stand behind my back, I'll not see his shadow fall,
But read the signs in the morning stars of a good world after all.

Rest, for your eyes are weary, girl -- you have driven the worst away --
The ghost of the man that I might have been is gone from my heart to-day;
We'll live for life and the best it brings till our twilight shadows fall;
My heart grows brave, and the world, my girl, is a good world after all.

Sunday night facebook

And so we arrive at Sunday night
And find ourselves in a pensive mood
Reflecting back on the weekend
On what we did and didn't do
And looking forward to the week ahead
To what there is to come
Getting ready for what must be faced
And for what remains to be done

And though we are in our homes
Taking a moment before we sleep
We gather together on facebook
At the eve of a working week
And why is that, I wonder?
With status and chats and likes
We reach out for one last contact
Before we say goodnight.

Ode to a good book

A good book is a splendid thing
It grants insight to things unseen
It makes us hope when we would not
When living the daily lives we've got

It's as a drug of the bestest kind
Yet one which will improve our mind
No evening would I count well spent
As one in which a book I've read

Speechless

Here I sit.
With words locked behind frozen lips.
I know what there is to say.
But could I? Should I? Would I?
I am inert.
Waiting for external force
To force my hand.
Waiting for a script, a prompt, a cue.
And in the meantime, there's nothing for me to do.

Let me paint you a picture

Let me paint you a picture
By my very own hand
It's not much of a picture;
It's not much of a hand

Let me sing you a song
At the top of my voice
You can't sing along
I won't give you the choice

Let me cook you a meal
From scratch, if you will
But have low expectations
And don't eat your fill

Let me tell you a story
That I'll dream up for you
You won't believe what I say
But it still could be true

Ten thousand tears

Inspired by tears, and William Booth's "I'll fight"


Penny was a weeper
Penny would cry
She didn't need a reason
And noone asked why
A sympathetic crier
For all of her days
She felt so embarrassed
She felt so ashamed

She'd cry in a movie
She'd cry in a book
A sentimental moment
Was all that it took
She wasted her tears
On romance and boys
Cost ten thousand tears
For ten minutes joy

Then Penny learnt sadness
And Penny learnt pain
She saw those who worked
With so little gain
She saw those who strived
But still couldn't eat
With tears in her eyes
She took to the street

  Let our tears stand for something
  Let us cry for the lost
  Let us weep for the lonely
  Nomatter the cost
  While still there is hatred
  While still there is pain
  The tears will keep falling
  Again and again

It's the story of ages
For ten thousand years
For ten minutes joy
Costs ten thousand tears
The world might be better
Though it cries too much
With a few more tears
And a lot more love

  And still we will cry
  While they live on the street
  And still we will cry
  While young children weep
  And still we will cry
  While people are sold
  And still we will cry
  While hearts they are cold

Let us be not embarrassed
Let us be not ashamed
For openly weeping
At somebody's pain
Though they tell you again
That boys do not cry
That girls shouldn't either
Let them stop and ask why

Oh you who are hurting
Understand why I cry
Your pain it does sting me
Though I barely know why
I'll cry for you
Though you do just the same
There must be some worth
To these tears on my face

I shall weep more for those
For whom no tear is shed
Whose pain is deep hidden
In the darkness of bed
And I ask of you
Don't avoid my eyes
And I ask of you
When's the last time you cried?

Here comes winter

And so we stop and we sigh
And say "Here comes winter"
And rejoice in tiny green shoots of grass
Because summer is lovely
And though we will miss it
We're still slightly happy that it doesn't last

So bring out the jumpers, the beanies and scarves!
Warm winter jackets and stockings and socks,
Turn on the heating and bring out the blankets,
Inside is nicer when outside is frost.

Let the rain fall down
'Cause our gardens need it
And we're not quite sorry for the end of the dust
But let winter be wary
For though we do greet it
We won't put up with it for longer than we must

Walk with me in private

Disclaimer: Inspired by Belle and Sebastian's Piazza, New York Catcher

Walk with me in private and tell me of secrets small
The tiny little things that make us blush and laugh and scorn
Come with me my love and let us walk along the way
The territory is well known but not since yesterday
Let's check that nothing has changed

Oh the sun is shining bright like on a thousand summer's days
The road leads to the shop since 1958
My hair is somewhat longer than I've ever worn before
And your smile is somehow brighter than any other morning

I'm not asking for something new I just want another day
To add to my memories of all those yesterdays
Just another day of the dear old same old thing
Another song to sing along oh come and let us sing
About the movie that we saw although we never really watched
The day our path was crossed by a fox
The shoes you bought for 20 bucks that were worth rather more
The cake I baked that looked so sweet but fell upon the floor

Oh sing with me the same old song
And live with me another day
And let all of our days before us be the same

The neighbour's fire is smoking and the leaves are on the path
I worry if this day is gonna last
The letter box is empty but my inbox is full
I wonder if I'm acting like a fool
The car is rather dirty I should take it for a clean
I hope that what you say is what you mean
My heart is feeling far too full to last for very long
I pray that you'll remember this old song
And sing it to me one day when I'm gone

Poison

The poison is bitter

And it's a good thing too

Else we might drink ourselves to death

Yet still we seem

To manage to

Poison ourselves with sweetness

Oh don't let the cup touch your lips

Because you cannot put it down

And nomatter how small you sip

In a tidal wave you'll drown

All the signs

When all the signs are pointing south

Is there anything else that you can do

But hold your nose and cover your mouth

And dive dive dive dive

When all the signs are point north

Is there anything else that you can do

But sight the maps and chart a course

And sail sail sail sail

When all the signs are pointing east

Is there anything else that you can do

But draw your sword and slay the beast

And fight fight fight fight

When all the signs are pointing west

Is there anything else that you can do

But dress yourself up in your very best

And smile smile smile smile

When all the signs are pointing one way

Is there anything else that you can do

But take a moment just to pray

Then step two three four

Step two three four

Step two three four

Step two three four

Step.

Seriously

When my world turns upside down in a fit of pique,

And various nonsense is all that I speak,

When my words are flippant and my world is too,

I look to the child and remember the truth:

There is more to me than empty words,

Than cute maxims and fake proverbs,

There are those who rely on me;

And then I can take myself seriously.

Simple Prayer

As I speak let me listen
As I see let me do
As I walk may I continue
According to you

As I hear let me obey
As I read may I learn
As I work may I continue
To give what I earn

As I receive may I give
As I spend may I save
As I search may I follow
Your one true way

As I forgive I am forgiven
As I bless I am blessed
As I love I am beloved
The dearest and best

Art

Well, me dear
Let me just take your hand
We'll have a conversation
That we won't understand
We'll linger a while
Before we depart
It's all unproductive
But it's still quite an art