Still breathing
Living still
From oceans deep
an immortal spill
The waters testing
in the fullness of time
What’s in your heart?
Who’s on your mind?
Having received
the Love Memorandum
from Planet Freedom
Regarding that love
that doesn’t change
in the wildest of weather
and through all that’s strange
Of love forged
in the fires of forever
Love that gives meaning
and substance
to this existence
A love that never fails
like the latter rains
of a summer harvest
Have a Good Friday!😎
On the banks of the Thames
beyond the doors of the Tate
glimpsed through the haze
of a London heatwave
the Post-Modernist of Fate
Painting it all black
whilst trying hard to forget
bitter brushstrokes of regret
Oh, a germ is threatening
My very life today
If I don’t get some shelter
Oh yeah, I’m gonna fade away
Why the tears my dear friend?
Fear and trepidation
throughout the land
The future is coming down fast
Those good times
they just couldn’t last
A world of disorder hitting the fan
I’ve got these
Corona Virus Blues
right down to the bottom
of my ramblin’ shoes
I long to fly away
along with the young
the careless
and the carefree
To become a V. I. P.
… a Virus Immune Person
To then play in the sea
and bask under a tropical sun
In a land where safe sex
doesn’t require rubber gloves
a face mask
and a surgical gown
God said to King David,
“Sing me a song.”
King David said, “Lord,
I’ve got this face mask on!”
God said, “What!
You can just sit there
and self isolate
if you really want, Dave,
but the next time
Mother Nature sneezes
you’d better run!”
King David asked, “Where
d’you want this singing done?”
God said, “That clearway
out on Freeway Kingdom Come.”
Gospel Radio
Everybody desperate
tryin’ to make ends meet
Work all day
made to pay
keepin’ their arses
off the dirty street
But alas, their lives
are incomplete
But don’t it make you
want to free your soul?
Upright from wrong
… Gospel Radio
I heard Natalie Cole
singing sweet and soulful
on the radio
… that Gospel Radio
Upon a red carpet of vanity
this slipstream of existence
glimpsed but momentarily
through a blur of humanity
with a cry to the sky high …
“Why are you hiding from me?”
Is Love
just another
four letter word
given a death sentence?
Is the weight of Hate
greater than a feather?
With Anubis guarding
a mythical entrance
to a heavenly existence?
You’ll need to travel light
if you wish to transcend
beyond the broken ground
of this forsaken Placebo Town
