So, hold me down while I go singing –
bringing mellow glee and ringing
bells of glory, and of sunshine,
down the dark highway connections
of our fast declining times.
And when you get the hectic juice
injecting my electric roots
you’ll still not halt my dulcet hoots
or quell my derisive champing
at your witty bits of rhyme!
Tomorrow you’ll be over it
recalling what you soon forgit
dispatching your unhappy breath!
And somewhere, maybe in a ditch
a tune will hover over it
from my dark thought’s I’ll still project
the blue rays – and one day I’ll bet
you’ll join my melody with your sweet tune!
Take me, hold me
Shake me, wake me
Tell me, Show me
Hold me, squeeze me
Follow me, breathe me
I’ll float away on your words
And I’ll croon with the Kakapo birds
When you’re here I can’t face you
When you go; how I chase you
On our silvery shimmering lake
I know your face reflected
The shiny stars that fly
Are merely others eyes rejected
And then, of course, you go away
You drift out where I fear to reach
I see you go and stand – think –
Then tear off down our beach
Sight of pretty morning dawning, sets birds’ light with songful yawning.
Whilst glory flames see no-one mourning, I rely on eyes adorning.
You, my pretty flunky bonny, catch the blinks of very many.
Realise you are the honey. Take them when they turn in money.
Still I pace with docile wonder; tease you freely as you ponder…
While I sleep I see you wander – know not how, though, you meander.
In the pulse of plentied diction, can’t explain your contradiction
though I feel you are no fiction, how does this then pass distinction?
Here at light; the crack of daybreak, you should find this meal a peace cake.
Free yourself from your bleak cellmate.
Stand tall, my bonny: Loose the fear brake.
When you see the sky
you do not ask for why?
You see the birds fly by
not swarms of insects die!
The pleasantries you point at
are there to catch the eye
but through by haughty bias
I refuse to see their lie!
I reflect on the deaths
the blistering sun inflicts
You reach out and prove the breaths
of life’s recycling instincts.
From your love for life you show
how to see the real reality
when I pass the dying fields now –
I too feel their creativity…