Retrieval

we try to but seldom do what’s gone is done, there could be a would we and if we did then should we but we never do. I’d be lost without you, the only map that I hold is of us growing old together. The chemistry or alchemy that makes one plus one add up…

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Channels

She’s thinking, his house or mine? I’m thinking Bauhaus and time I was moving along. Some songs are meant to be sung some carried heavily in a heart and some are just part of the tapestry we wrap ourselves in with our misery…

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Private Solomon

If you don’t kiss her you’ll never know how much you will miss her if you don’t kiss her every day. I have fought my wars in the foxholes of scars that the knives left behind. She doesn’t mind me and leaves me alone while I find me and my thoughts at the last will…

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Chipped saucers

Changing position like shingle on the beach. We alter course alert to the least line of resistance most of the time. I was sitting in the Rendezvous dropping Benzedrine and drinking you in. That was eons ago or yesterday when we started slow in the Rendezvous, it’s difficult now to remember how things really were…

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Songs for Saturday

When I was lonely with only my thoughts keeping company with me gone through the mirror where I belong life looking in or out at me, all alone alone such a lonely place to be, company she always managed to find me through shards of shattered glass tiptoeing I would pass quietly prints on your…

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Schools of life

You went to your universities rehearsing your autobiographies and we are still as different as chalk and cheese and I suppose you’ll know a chemical symbol for those, but I wrote the writing to spend one more night in her arms, she left the light on to write me a love song and you don’t…

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Green tea

…and who will cry then for the fallen? the men who gave all in the service for man. I am undecided. I can live and will die in the blink of your eye, in the way that your lips curl about mine and time has no meaning no sense am I dreaming? and who will cry then…

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‘It’s love actually’

Monday I can do it ‘Standing on my head’ but I’d rather have hot milk and cornflakes smuggled into.. …red I feel the colour coming creeping waking up my life from sleeping dreams.. ..the wind can’t whistle properly it’s driving me insane and that constant spittle soaked Godiva always heralds rain. And now it’s half…

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Changes

Starting half-heartedly but that’s just a part of me an idiosyncrasy of mine. buying into a system which in turn trys to destroy me is palpably and inherently wrong. I will continue as long as there’s continuing to do muddling through cuddling you getting to the end…

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Scenes from a silk screen

On the right side of his highness popcorn and soda a code book and the road to salvation. Falling forever in love it was never like this. Intuition tells me that superstition is just that I throw salt over my shoulder anyway. Moments go by and I see them in the eye of the storm…

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The match

Quick off the mark and when the light fails I am slick with the dark she leads me a dance I teach her the steps and they lead to romance. but down by the sea on the shore there’s just me and the silences that I adore. it’s a dice throw she knows and I…

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Love is always..

So many good things and to start, I have lost my heart to her, is that a loss? thinking it’s my gain I tell her I love her, she knows and I know too that she loves, when she says, I love you too. so twenty past seventeen and the new year starts to gleam…

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Merry Christmas darling

  Did you guess what he was bringing you were you good the whole year through? Hoofs that trampled softly on the snow that lay heavy on the roofs of years ago I remember too. We rolled time up and put it in a snowman’s hands and watched for dad to climb the hill when…

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Outcast in

Vilified, criticised, ostracised and you wonder why we’re dissatisfied and we’re clamped while you ramp up the pressure until the gauges blow and you still don’t know? I’m not so sure I need a drink but I need to drink and sink into that soft oblivion to dream of her, summers in the pavilion strawberry…

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Three verse

Never knowing just what you’ll do but I still go on go on loving you needing feeding on your love for me, if this is love then it’s the love for me. Never knowing just what you’ll do but you do and I’m still loving you…

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Winter warmest

When it’s cold and she takes hold of my hand, transports me to a wonderland and I forget the rain the sleet, the snow and all that I know is, she is holding my hand…

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Brain chatter

Living the dream giving it up for the dream some don’t even dream no REM. no blue curling smoke and no crème de la when she’s tra la which is as frequently as she wants to be…

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Friday

Last night I dreamt of you and sunk into your sea so blue, down until I could not breathe and gasped for air and you were there to kiss the life back into me as I sank once more into your sea. Last night I dreamt of you…

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Wild things grow

The Devil’s daughter walks on water, I fall and sink into her depths. These maps I make take me far away in search of El Dorado and the daughter of the Devil prays she holds my hand I hold my breath and listen to what she says. I taste in sin her Eastern origin and…

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Any way you read it.

Slipping into and out from occasionally feeling something ain’t right is it temporary? or is the impermanence I feel here permanently. Trapped between the ice cubes and malted milks I drift off into Summer she wears her silks is it real or illusion? do we advance to a fusion? slipping into and out from occasionally…

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