Poetry

Rupert Cheek Poet

Last updated 27 Aug 2010*

For Jim - Dom @ 40

Sweet Dreams* - Poem after a Note - text poem - Untitled 3 - Round the corner - Francesca - Classical beauty

psychiatree - Night & Day - Rock n Roll - Ellen - Funny Woodcraft Folk - myChing - FindMyPastAncestry

Reading the Signs - A Time of Beauty - Reality TV - Dad - Chopin - Requiem - A Nightingale Ascending

Thou Art My Muse - Asked the Leaves a Question - 4 Seasons - Sat 5 Aug - textart - Hair - Hair 2 - The Seasons

For Rita - Eine Kleine Nachtmusik - Haiku - Zsi - Flower - Poetry - Untitled 2 - In - Cocophony - Old News -

Music is my life - New Flame - Old Flame - Golden Silence - Circle - Because - Scared - Loudweeping

If you want to use any of this poetry as song lyrics or re-publish them please contact me

For 'Jim'

..[in progress]..

For Dom

..[in progress]..

Sweet Dreams

to watch you sleep
my feelings, deep
I'd play you a lulla-
bye, Poulencian in colour

I hope your dreams are sweet
I wouldn't miss one beat
of your (tell tale) heart
for it inspires my art

admire you all night
such a beautiful sight
I hope your dreams are sweet
to (watch) you, such a treat

I hope your dreams are sweet
would it help to massage your feet?
to preside over your dream
would, my day, redeem

[lying next to you
looking into your eyes
in silence
to tell you
"I Love You"]

Poem After a Note

to embrace you,
for as long as you'd allow
if you were here,
I'd do it right now

I do hope
that dope
doesn't send
you to your end

'the colours of the rainbow,
so pretty in your soul'

when you suppose
you have no friend
I hope this prose
doth a little mend

"ev'ry time, we say goodbye, I die a little..."
to be given the gift of your presence,
the next time we meet

Home is where the heart is
snail-like, carrying it within
the someone that you are is beautiful

In New York
look at the ceiling
and you see the sky
"the constellations stagger,"

It is said, that regret
only raises its head
amongst the things
we did not do
but that the things
we have done
the people
we have met
the music
we have played
the conversations
we have shared
with eyes, notes or words

As a conneseur of Silence
LOUD or quiet
yours is one of my favourites
Perhaps we could add
" 4'33" " to our repetoire?

Silence that hides truths unsaid
Silence that says all that needs to be, can be said
Silence that sings of beauty, shared between friends
Silence that looks you in the eyes and says...
"I love you"

'All around your hat,'
your multi-lingual hat
your technicolour hat
as black as your hair
as bright as your soul

The freedom
(To Be)
of Holland
Let It Be?

Text Poem

Working hard to save money
I've read your poetry;clever and funny
I need more than a week
til we meet again mr Cheek
when I'll have time to do fun things
You'll know when your phone rings
You've waited 6 months, you can wait another day
I'm sure you'd agree, worth it I'd say

Untitled 3

Southbank walks not yet walked
long talks not yet talked
"All or nothing at all"
the prelude to a kiss
leading to a duet of sweet poetic harmony
sealed with a cadenza

Round the Corner

You never know what's round the corner
beautiful people, beautiful fauna
opportunities may arise
take you by surprise

Success is getting what you want
Happiness is wanting what you get

Francesca

I met a girl, Francesca is her name,
chatting on facebook was the game.
We met in London for a few drinks,
I don't know what she thinks.
We play piano together
in Stratford, whatever the weather
Putting on a musical show
leaving, the beauty of the snow

Classical Beauty

speaking not only in Latin
soft melody, like satin
when interpreting classics in Greek
a game of language, hide and seek
with such a beautiful voice
no wonder, I listen to yours by choice
the m u s i c that emanates from your fingers
often l i n g e r s

psychia-tree

psychia-
tree
kills
brain
sells
pain
killers
mask
electro-shock treat
ment
ality
of health professionals

psychia
try
to survive
the language of medicine
through reading encyclopaedias
hidden in Latin
uncovered by Spiegel
cam
pain
ing
for the rights of ‘pa-
tience’

Night and Day
Clothes as black as night
Smile as bright as day

The writing’s on the wall
Such a lyrical religion
Music speaks a thousand words

The duet of chance
Lives cross,
as arms in a duet

The cards that life deals us
help sculpt us
think outside the box
Smell beautiful,
Make us laugh,

 

Night and Day
Clothes as black as night
Smile as bright as day

The writing’s on the wall
Such a lyrical religion
Music speaks a thousand words

Extending your circle of friends
(“the sacred geometry of chance”)
like chords by Poulenc

rock n roll

as
I
sit on this Rock
alone
I
wonder if
I
should stop letting life Roll by

music is poetry is music as I need it
possibilities, talents locked in a Cage
by my own un-confidence

unquiet musician
failed talker

Ellen took me by surprise
was it her smile or her eyes?
looking at me in her tone of voice
I gazed at her, I had no choice

She cast her spell
only time will tell
what the future may bring
I do hope I hear her sing

 

Funny Woodcraft Folk

First name Julian, surname Cheek
60th birthday, retired this week
They say you can’t teach an oldER dog new tricks
like getting wood from Homebase instead of Wickes!

with which to build a garden shed
maybe even a canal boat
I’m not sure about a bed
or a pianoforte note

Some think he’s so funny
Could crack-a-joke about honey!
“King of comedy” is he
Unlock the canal with a key

E or A on the guitar
Imagine Julian playing a sitar?
Finding wood for an architrave
Finding notes on a 5 line stave

Loyal friend, not some but many
I wonder if one’s called Lenny?

Wit as sharp as a knife
no doubt a joy for his wife
For 2 a loving brother
one Chris, Elly the other
For 2 a loving Dad
makes him happy, not sad

And as for being an uncle,
As I implied in an earlier opus
With a name like Julian…

 

the cacophony of life
a surprise symphony
emotions ready to explode at any
minute
love comes when you least expect
it

 

‘there is no such thing as silence’

(John Cage)

 

The wars continue
People talking hyper text
We carry on playing music
To the beat of their bullets

Bullets versus lyrics
Bombs versus bass

 

“Why are you so petrified of silence?”

(Alanis Morissette)

 
is my language

 

“If language were liquid

it would be rushing in”

(Suzanne Vega)

 
eat Serial(ism) then excrete
life in retrograde
or perhaps inversion
recapitulation of emotions
put your anger in a Cage
Music

 

Nothing to say
Don’t have to
Silence says it all

 

 

“Better golden silence

than wasted breath”

(David Parker)

 
is my therapy

 

"Language, is a virus”

(Laurie Anderson)

 

 

between life’s sonatas
ask John what to do
I Ching
recapitulation of life’s lessons
whilst we rallent a n d o

 

 

“music is poetry, as I need it”

(John Cage)

 

 

War isn’t news anymore

 

FindMyPastAncestry
Feb/March 2009

In the experience of Mr CHEEK
11-3 was often the peak
Problems with the printer
Weren’t as eloquent as Harold Pinter

When people insisted
on typing everything listed
they often went pink
when they couldn’t find a link
Many people’s history
often proved a mystery

We aren’t over the hill
even the manager David Gill
and it would seem
We made a good team

I wanted to FindMyPast
so I hyperlinked to the last
days of my mum’s mum
to find out more, I had some

names in the census of 1911
they weren’t even born
let alone seven
so I searched before their dawn

I couldn’t find an ARCHduke
called NORMAN
I searched for-EVA
in LANCASHIRE
for HARPER-QUIN

Neither BIPIN nor ROHINI
Were married in 1911
So their surname
Would not be different, but the same
As when they were born
No, not PETERSON
And not COHEN

ALISON
“all that jazz” and art
Often a long day’s start
Searching for buttons on EBay
Could last all day!

ARCH
After a successful search
For the priest of a church
Give him a cheer
And buy him a beer

BIPIN
The cost of an Indian Wedding
I daren’t mention bedding!
we wish you a happy engage
ment and soon after a better wage

CLIVE
Newer recruit Clive
Had a cruiser to drive
To his work at the hair
dressers, he obviously cares

EVA
Tea burns your tongue
When gulped rather than sung
Relaxing with Buddhist chant
Or researching your aunt

JAMIE
Song writer(s) and singer(s)
Play music with their finger(s)
learn the language of Spain
on an iPod®, not a plane

NATALIE
Working at Kew
Studying Hebrew
Trekking to and from Enfield
You deserve a shield!

ROHINI
I’m sure that the rice
she cooks is very nice
If I DID like curry
I’d try hers in a hurry

RUPERT
(The orange man on the roof
‘had been Tango’d’
“If this was a pub,
he’d have his own mug”)

‘Polite, psychic and Softly spoken’
Inspiration for his verse
for everyone it's a token.
Annoyed when he lost his ‘purse’

SARAH
Her brain is Bright
-on, archiving in sight
Sure she'll do well
become a Master at UCL

Reading the Signs
Wed 25 Feb / 6-7 March 09

I ain’t no good
at reading the signs
find myself reading
between the lines

You looking at me?
Me looking at you
Is it me you see?
Don’t know what to do

What tone of voice
are you smiling at me in?
If I kissed your burnt tongue better
would that be a sin?

I didn’t bite
on your subtle invite
for a shared break
(to discuss William Blake?

Or some such book
about how to cook,
become a language tutor
or music on a computer?)

Hope you had a nice night
(Only being polite)
Slept well or bad dream?
for at least one you are a beam
of light (licht) shining
from your (green) eyes

You’re reading science fiction
So (appealing) your diction
-ary, I didn’t learn Latin
(Is your skin as soft as satin?)

I speak a little German
not enough to preach a sermon
Mochtest du mit mir ausgehen?
Vielleicht ein Spiel sehen?

You’re looking at the crocus
(Didn’t see a Ford Focus)
I wasn’t looking at the croc-i
that's not a lie

you got off at the next stop
from the bottom, not the top
of the double decker bus
but I didn’t make a fuss

Fancy a drink in Kings
-to(w)n? A library of things
not a pub, but a bar
no matter how far

I’ll ask ‘what’s your drink?’
and look at you whilst you think
There’s no need to gulp
Who do you prefer to Pulp?’

Your hair, up or down
I can imagine you in a gown
Elegant, genuine, true
What can I do for you?

A Time of Beauty - Thurs 8 Jan 2009, 4-5pm, @ The National Archives

Time is fleeting
Mother Nature’s Beauty is not
Perfection in (e)motion
Time stands still
“Time waits for nobody”

The (Order of) Beauty
of people, as their Mother (Nature)
Peoples’ births, deaths and marriages recorded
but their Beauty is not

Mother Nature is born and dies
but never marries?

Reality TV - 19 Nov 2008

Verse 1
“I’m a Celebrity”
My fame drowned in a pool
of mediocrity
No-one is my fool

Chorus
Flooded by reality TV
Believe everything you see?
It’s not real, it’s fake
Fame for fame’s sake

Verse 2
It’s all a matter of timing
Right time, right place,
It’s all a matter of fate
Good things come to those who wait

Verse 3
“I’m a Celebrity”
My fame drowned in a pool
of mediocrity
No-one is my fool

Instrumental/middle 8

Chorus
Flooded by reality TV
Believe everything you see?
It’s not real, it’s fake
Fame for fame’s sake

 

Dad
Dedicated to Lester & Paul

Our fathers, dads, papa's, vater's, pere's
they give birth to Us
they inspire and teach Us
then they leave Us
with the confidence that
we will continue learning ourselves

who we are
why we are here
where we are going
how to get there

discovering
becoming confident
"the seeds of love"
germinate, grow,

the freedom to express ourselves
through words and music
the rhythm of our lives
continues to beat through our souls

the harmonies of friendships
the melodies of conversations
golden silences left unbroken

A Nightingale Ascending

Serenely sleeping
Silky Soft Skin
Sweet Smile
Silently Snoring?

As beautiful as the night

Dare
I compare
The sound of your voice
to the songs of birds
A Nightingale
A Lark Ascending
more heavenly than R V W

“For singing till his heaven fills”

18/2/07, c5.30am

Thou Art My Muse

For thou art my muse
To inspire
Through songs of love
The music in me

Softly Spoken Seduction
Emanating from your gentile lips
Caught by my ears
Causing shivers of delight
To ripple from head to toe

Asked the Leaves a Question

I asked the leaves a question
They blew in the wind

I asked the leaves a question
They blew in the wind

I asked the leaves a question
They blew in the wind

The leaves danced in the wind
to Mother Natures music

I asked the leaves a question
They blew in the wind

I asked the leaves a question
They blew in the wind

I asked the leaves a question
They blew in the wind

The leaves danced the blues
to Mother Natures music

I asked the leaves a question
They blew in the wind

I asked the leaves a question
They blew in the wind

The leaves danced the night away
to Mother Natures music

(during/after walk in Surbiton
“’Round Midnight” 2-3/12/06)

 

4 Seasons
Summer
Sun beating down

Autumn
Leaves falling from trees

Winter
Snowflakes cover everything with beauty

Spring
In your step

starting to (re)grow
Rebirth, renaissance
"Rediscovery of old truths"
Truths are as old as they feel
"Dusty" memories
near "Springfield" Road

Sat 5th Aug 06
Sat at Salisbury Station
She delved into her magic bag
and took out
a cool summer breeze
a wavy river
(an image) that gave birth to this poem

Warmed by her infectious, genuine, ecstatic smile
My heart, and body, and Soul had no need for the scarf

wishing her ache away
but not her head
I Sit watching, Smiling
Star gazing in the encroaching Moonlight
the Sonata of her voice
though Shadowed by pain
makes our evening into a Symphony

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Chopin

Chopin sings through the night
Wings gliding though the air
Like a bird by the sea
On its long journey home
Swooping, climbing
Calm, passionate

Chopin sings through the night
Chopin flies through the night
Comes to rest

Only to fly again tomorrow
Birds listen to Chopin
As we listen to birds

 

Staccato

Hovers for a moment
Like a cartoon cliff
Suspended animation

Rupert ‘spreads his wings’
And ‘flies away’ from home
To find a new one
Leaving memories behind
Or carrying them, snail-like, on his back

Hair

The rhythm of your hair,
beauty flows,
(from) the thoughts we share,
(from) the feelings we share,
your smile glistens,
"under the moonlight"
the warmth of the night,
of our shared voices,
as we 'hold hands',
"in silence",
Harry Connick Junior sings,
with romantic strings,
"nothing to be judged or tried untrue"*,
"we wont have to try"*,
the harmony of our souls and spirits,
the melody of dreams,
"usher in the sun"*

If Music be the Food of Love,
If Music be the Love of Food,
If Food be the Music of Love,
If Food be the Love of Music,
If Love be the Music of Food,
If Love be the Food of Music

* from Harry Connick Jnr's To See You album (sony/columbia 1997). Words/music by H. Connick jnr

The Seasons (17-18 March 2006)
Fed with TS spirit
Trees of Ideas grow in the FOREST of Beauty
After a Prelude of Raindrops
SNOWflakes dance from the sky
Fed with Raindrops
SNOWdrops grow in the FOREST

Poem for Rita

as requested (16/3/06)

From Berlin to Edinburgh
to Warsaw
to “infinity and beyond”
Our spirits and souls
Surfing the “waves of time”
Instantly messaging
Sharing moments
SAT ON A PARK BENCH
IN THE MOONLIGHT
IN SILENCE

 And what about sharing PANTS?
Are they baggy pants?
(Ask) Einstein
(who might have slept) on
(Brighton) the Beach
with his violin
and as for dancing
listening to music
watching films
creating
ask
Brian, Dagmar, Israel, Natalie,
Rita, Robyn, Rupert, Sam or Zsi

"So much of nothing is everything to me"

Eine Kleine Nachtmusik
Sultry
Seductive
Sensual
Keith Jarrett playing
Jazz brushes past
like the cool autumn breeze
like "Autumn Leaves" falling [Miles] from trees
shimmering "under the moonlight"
sleepy
sounds

(sat 4th-Sun 5th March 06)

Japanese Haiku
Here is one I wrote for you
I hope you like it

Philosphical
is what haiku's meant to be
necessarily?

Rupert had a cat
it was ill and got put down
it was called Sparky

Haiku has five letters in
John Cage liked Satie
I like John Cage too


I wrote the first line
you will write the next
_ - _ - _ - _ - _ - _ - _ -

I wrote the first line
_ - _ - _ - _ - _ - _ - _ -
you wrote the second

_ - _ - _ - _ - _
I will write this line this time
_ - _ - _ - _ - _

I have changed the form
Thought it would be fun
I wanted to do it now

first and second line
these two lines have five
It has seven syllables

Philosophical
Haiku usually is
it is not always

 
poetry is _
_ - _ - _ - _ - _ - _ - _
do you not agree?

haiku is easy
when you know more about words
than you did before

haiku is easy
when you know more about sounds
than you did before

falling asleep to music
or in someone's arms
perhaps even both

writing poetry
in bed is what I’m doing
I'm thinking of you

Hair 2
The rhythm
of
Your hair
Flows
Like fish in the sea
Like wind through the trees
Like music through my fingers
Like beauty through your soul

“I’ve got rhythm”
You’ve got rhythm
Your hair’s got rhythm

Like fish through the sea
The snow falls
The beauty of the rain

(2nd March)

She
She
She said
She said
She said she
She said she
She said she likes
She said she likes
She said she likes repeats
She said she likes repeats

I’m writing this for a girl called Zsi
It’s a poem, to her from me
Because I heard she likes to write
And she makes my day bright

Forward I Look
To working with Zsi
I’m not much of a cook
music is me

“Sunshine and smiles”
She shines for miles
She grows like a flower
I can’t wait an hour!
On Monday to see her
She makes me purr

We talked, I was shy
I didn’t want to say goodbye
musicemotion
Arts our devotion

She made a film about snow
And I don’t want her to go
Wish the hug was longer
Next time I’ll be stronger

Maybe I’m surreal
Because I like(d) John Peel?
A surreal reality,
For a girl named Zsi

I wrote this for a girl called Zsi
It’s a poem, to her from me
Because I heard she likes to write
Like sunshine, she shines so bright

She said she likes repeats
She said she likes repeats
said she likes repeats
said she likes repeats
she likes repeats
she likes repeats
likes repeats
likes repeats
repeats
repeats

‘when she gets older
losing her hair
many years from now
I will still be sending Zsi a valentine
birthday greetings
bottle of wine’

[18 feb 2006]

Flower
As dead as night

Day
As dead as the flower

The day, dead as the flower
The flower, dead as the day

The day dies
The flower dies

Flower as metaphor for day
Day as metaphor for flower
[20 feb 2006]

Poetry
Why does poetry rhyme
So much of the time?
The rhythm of words
A melody in thirds?

I just want to write
I don’t want to fight
With words that rhyme
All of the time

Flow with the text
Flow your heart
Flow, grow, go, so,
Low, show, toe or tow

“These words are my own” (!)
“If language were liquid
it would be rushing in”
“Language, is a virus”

Or rushing out?
Of my heart
From my fingers

(via my keyboard, not piano)-pen(cil)
Onto the paper-screen

If words are my language
I don’t have a virus
If music is my language
I do have a virus

[20 feb 2006]

 

The sun burns
Light through the trees
Between the branches,
Between the leaves
Through windows
Car, house or school

Reflects off the moon
For “Two Lovers”
Silently
“The machinery of night”

Profound loud silence
To be filled with birdsong
Not speech
Listen, feel
be
con(sis)tent
ly changing
like a circle, as life

Old lives cross
New lives meet
Cross the street
To talk, such is fate

[Mon 20 Feb 05:44]

listening to the sounds of communication the hubub of conversation whether it be dialogue or monologue or to the sound of SILENCE which I can sing almost note perfect I can talk it too but I prefer to sing it especially when someone asks me to listening not talking but digesting the talk like the food that I don't eat listening hearing hearing listening hearing listening hearing being quiet more loudly to some people than to others meant that my quietness was louder than my talking sometimes being quiet loudly or being loud quietly

 

Storm
Lightening
A picture being taken of earth
Of all those who light up our lives
Our families, our friends
Our children
Thunder
Like the setting up for a rock concert
The greatest rock concert in the sky
The musicians who inspired us
Got us through the storms of our lives
"Only the good die young"

talking
or the time we spent hours on the phone,
not talking about anything
or talking about nothing
or not talking about everything
though I liked it nonetheless, allthemore
[30 jan 2001]

House Music
TV blairing
owner not caring
Neighbours trying to sleep
No use counting sheep
(21/11/04)

Honesty
talk, full of lies
followed by good-byes
Secrets, screaming to get out
truths, in the silence we shout
Poetry, in my mind
the words, sometimes hard to find
Silence, full of truthes unsaid
often (better?) kept in the head

Stone Words
They say stones
break bones
but words don't hurt

What words have they heard?
Some words hurt more than stones
make you feel: small, angry, upset, scared
Life with a broken bone continues
but life with a broken heart often ends

Music Therapy
Music therapy
Ushers in
Speech.
I
Can

Talk
Humorously about
Emotion when what I
Really want, need to do is to express my
Affection for
People including
You

Emotion
Emotionally, I feel that my
Mother’s and father’s
Oral communication when I was younger than
Two was a reason why
I don’t talk much
Or express myself with words, and hence why I prefer
Notes

In

love in eyes
understanding in ears
friendship in everything
everything in everything
inspiration in poetry
inspiration in music
inspiration in being
inspiration in everything
poetry in motion
motion in music
music in poetry
poetry in poetry
motion in motion
music in music
motion in poetry
poetry in music
music in motion
The cacophony of life
The cacophony of life
a surprise symphony
emotions ready to explode at any minute
love comes when you least expect it
learn a little of everything
or everything of something
a balance thats hard to pitch
like 12 tones, no one more important
eat Serial(ism) then excrete
life in retrograde
or perhaps inversion
recapitulation of emotions
put your anger in a cage
interludes between lifes sonatas
ask john what to do
I Ching
recapitulation of lifes lessons
whilst we rallentando

Requiem (20 March 2002)
I had a grand father, name was Joe
Lived through the wars
Wars of the World
Then died of cancerous disease
I had a grandma, name was Joan
Born the year of the Titanic
Taught part of a generation, let alone her children
Then died because partner of fifty years had died
I had a grandma, name was 'nana'
Lived through the wars
Wars of the World
Then died of cancerous disease
I had a grand dad, name was 'grand dad'
Lived through the wars
Wars of the World
Then died because partner of fifty years was dying
Thought I knew them
Now I know I did not
I knew them as kind, nice grandparents
Giving money or liquorice all sorts
Or buying chocolate chip cookies from M n S
Going to Joe & Joans house on a Sunday
A bowl of all sorts to dip into
Their house, their home?
Attached to Julian & Di's, Julian, one of their children
That they loved from day he was born
Like Elly and Chris
-but Each not loved from day Julian born
each loved from day Each born
They did not live to see me shine

Going to Brighton to see Nana and Granddad
Walk 'On The Beach'

Trips to Sea Life Centre
Old clock reminds me of time
In Brighton
Trip to see Nana on my own
For a week on South coast
Dad drove me there
Granddad in his dark leather chair
Then house back at home
Langholm, four generations in one town
In one house! at one point
Auntie Winnie, Uncle Tom
Bonfire nights at Elly and Daves
Walk down garden
Hand holding lantern
Teeth chewing toffee
BANG! Weeeeee, ssssssBANG
Catherine wheels, rockets, 'Shooting Stars' Roman candles
Then at Julian and Dis
As before, lots of people
Family, friends of family
Family being cousins, aunts, uncles, Grandparents
Parents, brother
Uncle, as before, made Mr Fawkes head from turnip
Still chewing toffee, or fudge made by mum to mums mums recipe
Grandparents heard me play piano
'Live' or on tape
Knew I would be a musician?
Did I even know?

Old News
In a poem about the news
the date is not important
For in the middle east
peace process a beast
As in Ireland
so many years on
war still on
though not official
as in 1st or 2nd world war
x years ago
State of the Nation
of the world
so big yet so SMALL
instantaneous comunication the end of life as we know it?
email, mail, phone, fax, text, pager,
mobile phone, mobile internet, mobile everything
like snails carrying their homes on backs
unlike humans
leaving home to go to work
leaving home
to find love
"this frightened thing we call love, want and lack"
refugees fleeing their own country
war savaging their towns
lack of money, mass genocide, disease
religion, race
to find wealth, health
people shouting across street to people of different faith, children crying
makes me laugh

"and we say we're a Christian country"

do we? are we?
If only we listened
we might learn a little
chat shows
listen shows, learn shows, learn to listen shows
listen to yourself, look in the miror, listen in the mirror
Give up your weapons or we wont give up ours
neverending story part 7
"who said we wanted to bomb?"
Allen Ginsberg wanted to know
genetically modified crops
genetically modified babies
genes deciding what jeans people wear
if they wear them at all

as if world disease not enough
common cold, AIDS, cancer, heart disease, measles
alcoholism, drug addiction, MS, Parkinsons

Old news new news
earthquakes, floods, death, disease, destruction, terrorism, defiance
'money money money'
corruption
in search of a quick buck, pound, dollar or Euro
poverty
"If every child on every street
had clothes to wear and food to eat"
"Is this the world we created?"

[first quote by John Cage,
2nd by Sinead O'Connor, last 2 quotes by Queen]

Music is my life
Music is my life
As important as my wife
"Music is supposed to inspire"
Without her, my life'd be dire

Wouldn't be able to write
Nor sleep at night
Composing during the day
a simple life, you might say

Awake all the time
To find the perfect rhyme
Words for my very first song
Don't wanna make it too long

 

If it ends up too short
Just repeat a thought
Still don't know
If it's fast or slow

Music is my life
As important as my wife
"Music is supposed to inspire"
Without her, my life'd be dire

Wouldn't be able to write
Nor sleep at night
Composing during the day
a simple life, you might say

New Flame
Saw you once, Saw you twice
thought your smile was nice
don't know why
didn't want to say good bye

I feel a spark
listening to you or Bach
Listening to a band
I'd ask for your hand
would be such a pleasure
to share a dance, hard to measure

"All I ask is to kiss your lips"
perhaps even hold your hips?
"have you ever felt a gentle touch"
I'd like to show you very much

I felt we had a connection
perhaps I sensed the perfection
of your smile,
I've loved you a while

I've seen you before
so I came back for more
I kept browsing your face
cos it's a very nice place

Old Flame
Old Flame
Dies Hard
The fire of attraction
burns brightly
embers always rekindled
by the slightest of sparks

Beauty, in the eye of the beholder
never dies, perhaps moves, changes

you were beautiful then
of that I'm sure

I had a crush on you
I'm sure you knew

Golden Silence
Nothing to say
Don’t have to
Silence says it all

"Better golden silence than wasted breath"

 Say the wrong thing
At the wrong time
Not enough
At the right time		 Said nothing
Wish I had
Support a friend
Listening calms the frustration

Circle
My hunger for music
My thirst for emotion
Compelled to create to express
My Love for you

A mirror of my emotion
Not a little love potion
Send me to sleep
When my thoughts become too deep

Lying awake at night
A dream, such a fright
“Living on my own”
My love for you unknown

As the grains of sand in the desert
As the drops of water in the ocean
As the stars in the sky

Perhaps a song
I’ve waited too long
Our friendship still sails
The wind still gales

You write the text
the tune comes next
I add the chords
and the audience applauds

Never alone
We are never alone
(Scratching our ears)
Some one always thinking of us
(Relieving our fears)

Making someone smile
Making their life worthwhile

Being alive,
Able to think, to smile,
To sleep and dream
To believe

Hold your head up high
If someone asks you why
Tell ‘em you don’t need a reason
If they push you, say it’s the season

To be jolly

Because
"for you've touched her perfect body with your mind"*
"for she's touched your perfect body with her mind"*

because she touched my heart with her beautiful heart
because she touched my mind with her beautiful heart
because she touched my mind with her beautiful mind
because she touched my heart with her beautiful mind

* from Suzanne by Leonard Cohen, © 1966 Project Seven Music, NY

Scared
of anger
Wanting, needing
Acceptance
Love
Being a kind of acceptance
or
Acceptance
Being a kind of love
Fame
No, not the musical, though perhaps as a result of being in the musical
Money
For food, house, roof-over-head
Mattress-under-body
Body-next-to-body
Not any-body, somebody
"somebody to love"
Copying what somebody, anybody, says
"ay?"
"gowan, gowan, gowan"
"So"...."anyway..."
"So..." "What"
'So what'
So what do you want
'I want to be famous'
[when, will I, will I be famous?]

'I want to be a journalist but I can't be bothered to read'
'I like writing but not reading'
So you write what comes into your head then don't change it
Perhaps as you don't like reading, you like listening instead,
perhaps that's why you
Love
Music so much Learning, studying, alone

Not natural
Together-human race
Living race
Living
Have no fear
I am here (hear)
ing everything you say
Learning
University of life
A l o n e
Not natural
Learn about people from people
Not a book, or a newspaper or tv or radio
or net or email or fax or text
or junk-mail-through-real-door
"virtual insanity"
Optimism
'not' pessimism
Making wrong decisions
Doing what you don't want
'not' knowing what you want
Taking the harder option
a challenge, push yourself
over the edge, into oblivion
"I will catch you if you fall"
Fate said "suffer or you will die" ?
or
"Suffer or you shall live"?
Excitement
'not' dead
Surviving
Carry-on-living
"livin' la vida loca"
Rupert didn't say "you live 'n' learn"

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