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The Third Coming?
One to the east
And one to the west
The world spins
On some new quest
Things fall apart
The centre can’t holdAmerica is lost
Broken in two
Republican selfishness
Breaking anew
Things fall apart
The centre can’t holdChina arises
From its slumber
Values are questionable
But can’t ignore numbers
Things fall apart
The centre can’t holdEurope straining
Between two poles
Holding centre values
Taking its toll
Things fall apart
The centre can’t holdBritain a wrecking ball
Breaking away
A barking dog following
Republican America
Things fall apart
The centre can’t hold100 years ago
Similar words were said
As wars ravaged
And many were dead
Are we turning into
New conflicts to behold
Things fall apart
The centre can’t hold
I Fear a Crack
I’m on an island
Disconnected
But I see us evolve
Through chaos & timeTo changing perceptions
Of new truths
Of new values
Of a new effectiveWe compete
Upon foundations
Of our culture
Hidden & taken for grantedI fear a crack
In the foundations
Of our culture
Hidden & taken for granted
Non Serviam
“Nobody gives it to ya,
Ya gotta take it”
That’s the ‘law’
That’s how you make itAnd they took too much
With cruelty and the gun
Then with inheritance
And with organisationI had no monopoly
Or old money to fire
I’d only innovation
And a work ethic for hire
Remember to Breathe
Life is unknowable
Like a Zen Garden grows
Life is unknowable
It comes, and it goes
The Way’s much more
Than the End achieves
I know the Cherry Blossom
It flowers, and then leavesI must remember
I must remember to breathe.
I must remember
I must remember to breathe
To avoid those, who will deceive
To work on, what I believe
To give more, than I receive
And remember, remember to breathe
Things Fade
Alexanderplatz in the snow
Berlin Cathedral on show
Grey sky, Blue stars appearNear Frankfurter Tor
Something began to stir
We drank beers and examined our yearsI lost myself…I lost myself
We give so much
Now what’s left of us?
As we fit in and survive we saidLater we stared at that dome
And talked of our homes
And how our past pulls and things fadeI lost myself…I lost myself
Life is Good
I write much that is serious
About the hurt in my heart
But I enjoy all my life
And all of those who take part
To those that I have loved
And those who have broken my heart
I regret not a minute
I don’t need a new start
I enjoy every minute
Cos they don’t come twice
To grow, have fun and enjoy
Some pain is a small price
Life is good
I’ll enjoy it beat by beat
I’ll never ever lose
But I’ll have many defeats
Flow
I’m not that pragmatic
I often swim against the flow
Others just float on by
“It’ll all be fine”, they knowI worry about lies
I worry about universal things
They only worry about themselves
What each decision will bringI’m not right, they’re not wrong
But these are barriers in between
I wish I could just remove them
But I want my beauty it seemsI walk over my beloved bridge
I breathe the air of the river
The sun will warm me tomorrow
Even as today I walk and shiver
Fissure and Split
There’s a fissure and a split,
In the armour that I’ve built,
That makes me so restless now.
In the recesses of my mind,
Where fear scurries blind,
And darkness rises somehow.There’s a tightness in my gut,
Of time racing and things ending, but,
I’ve a longing for forbidden things.
I hear the inexorable journey’s hiss,
To the darkness of the abyss,
And the sound while the banshee sings.To that which I had completed,
To that which I had defeated,
And that which I must rise above now.
The cacophony of rejection,
As loneliness and non-acceptance,
Irrelevance and uselessness row.I wrestle in my dreams now,
A dark demon that stalks and howls,
Suddenly stripped of my armour’s power.
I’m suddenly falling from on high,
Fearing multiple goodbyes,
Before hellos have finished their hour.And yet I’m brave so I must rise,
To look my fears in the eyes,
And because I’m blessed to be alive.
I will stand and fight,
For love and the right,
To hold someone’s hand and smile.
Alternatives Exclude
We are, the authors
From gifts of, our fathers
Of our, own life designWe choose, each other
From chemistry, we discover
But with, no given guidelinesAnd things, they fade
Alternatives, they exclude
We’ve been weighed, we’ve been measured but we’re often not understood
And things, they fade
Alternatives, they exclude
We’re told it’s over but that don’t mean that we’re no good
I’m drinking, in Gordon’s bar
These last few years, I’ve travelled far
But I’d only, seen her once beforeThe light, is now dimming
I see ghosts, of fabulous women
Asking for, all I can give and moreAnd things, they fade
Alternatives, they exclude
Have I used illusions, to avoid decisions I must take?
And things, they fade
Alternatives, they exclude
Have I blamed others sometimes for the choices I must make?
Anselm Kiefer – The Orders of the Night – 1996.
Emulsion, acrylic and shellac on canvas. 356 x 463 cm. Seattle Art Museum.
Change
I did not always manage
To stop the damage
That my impatience had spread
My fears rushed on
I know it was wrong
And our love ruptured and bledLike a finely tuned machine
I was good for a scene
But then something broke inside
I did not manage my fears
Oh, they cost me dear
But I’ve learned a lot on the rideI’m glad I was kind to you
That I was steadfast and true
Cos this will stand the test of time
And it’s never too late
To grow and change our fate
To change some parts of our mind
