Saturday 25 October 2014

Fighting against a brick wall

I'm flinging my battered fist at the stubborn wall
But as the cracks grow the cement only thickens.
Turns out quantum mechanics is as tall a story
With lyrics as it is with cats.

In all honesty the wall stands firm, submurged,
As the pounding message rebounds and recoils,
And I stand, foiled once again by my own flimsy sword
Wishing I'd chosen a fence.

Three little words

Three little words,
Never too hard to say,
Or to show,
Not for me anyway.

Wednesday 22 October 2014

Pictures of you

In my dreams last night, just before I rose,
At the bottom of the garden I spied a rope.
On that rope hung a row of passports,
Inside each one was a picture of you.

Sunday 19 October 2014

My all is my all

My all is all I have to give,
My all is all I have ever given.
My all is all the soul I have to spare,
My all is all I have,
The love I have to share.