musings of a damned mind

Something for exams, bitter endings, lingering partings and new beginnings.

I have had debates with people over who is meant to be singing this song, quite a few think its coming form a lover/partner.

Or even a friend.

I don’t know but it’ll allways be a fathers’ song to me as it was my dad who first sang it to me when i was about 5, yeah it kinda stayed with me lol.

So for those who had a parent who could sing this, its wonderful, but for the many many many who don’t,
you can one day be this perosn,
if not to a child
to a friend
a sibling
a lover
or all the above if you’re from basset ;-P
(sorry)
but seriously, it’s worth remembering, friends really are the family we pick for ourselves,

To Abs, gemma, Beth, Liddy, sara and anyone else who is going through a little personal hell atm,

hope this helps,

love you all, and anyone else who reads this for that matter

it’s kinda life advice really, still not sure who’s singing it, open to suggestions, i just fell in love with it at a young age. 

anyway i’ll stop waffling now,
here it is.

Oh and to the three (i think) people I’m giving CD’s to, yes this will be on them, and to beth, yes it’s roy bailey….there’s a suprise!

                                        Everything’s Possible

We have cleared off the table
The leftovers saved
Washed the dishes, and put them away
I have told you a story
And tucked you in tight
At the end of your knockabout day
As the moon sets its sail
To carry you to sleep
Over the midnight sea
I will sing you a song no one sang to me
May it keep you good company

You can be anybody that you want to be
You can love whomever you will
You can travel any country where your heart leads
And know I will love you still
You can live by yourself
You can gather friends around
You can choose one special one
But the only measure of your words and your deeds
Will be the love you leave behind when you’re gone.

Some girls grow up strong and bold
Some boys are quiet and kind
Some race on ahead, some follow behind
Some grow in their own space and time
Some women love women
And some men love men
Some raise children, and some never do
You can dream all the day, never reaching the end
Of everything possible for you.

Don’t be rattled by names, by taunts or games,
But seek out spirits true
If you give your friends the best part of yourself
They will give the same back to you.

You can be anybody that you want to be
You can love whomever you will
You can travel any country where your heart leads
And know I will love you still
You can live by yourself
You can gather friends around
You can choose one special one
But the only measure of your words and your deeds
Will be the love you leave behind when you’re gone.
Oh yes, the love you leave behind when you’re gone

 

I’ll put this up on both my blogs too, ‘cos it’s prettyful
wish I’d written it
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IV

The game

 

In ages past,

Creatures crawled,

Over sand and ice.

 

Died their deaths,

On each other sprawled

Lizard, worm and lice.

 

Crushed by ages,

Burnt by heat,

Forgotten beneath the ground.

 

Black viscous oil,

Resurrection.

Awaking at new sound.

 

Formed into hardened shell again

Plastic shielding from emotions bite.

Under finger like the owner.

Button.

Depressed.

 

Figure jumps, and flees a foe,

Concentration beads in sweat.

Doubt too great for simple answer so,

The Game is played instead.

 

Character running, jumping, playing,

On the plastic covered screen,

Dead creatures feel the pain,

That is too acute to be seen.

 

Arm round waist holds her firm,

As on the screen she sees

Her hopes and dreams played out before her,

On there she can simply be.

 

A failure there can be replaced,

A simple matter of ‘restart’

Mistakes made can be erased

No danger to her, or her heart.

 

But still that arm it roots her down,

Makes her see what is truly there,

Shows her starlight and horizons,

Shields her from the worlds dread glare.

 

Scared to stay and scared to go,

So she sees the game again,

Takes the comfort the arm is offering,

Scared to end, scared to begin.

 

Arm’s owner waits, patient, coiled,

Sees in her eyes the light of stars,

Knows the desire to cling to soil,

Knows the fear of flying far.

 

But still he waits and holds her close,

Knows she’ll find her way in time,

Find her wings or take his hand,

Hear the music, hear the rhyme.

 

So he asks for nothing, but sweetly smiles,

As another tries, her will to tame,

For he wishes to see her free,

And so he holds her, helps in the game.

 

I might even show these to her one day, you never know.

 

Them as need to know who.

Know.

 

I

Blossom

softened bud with ink stained rim.

Impenetrable shell. no hint

 for what’s within.

 

Scattered rain,

Blinding sun, falls on unyielding

Skin. Ink stained.

 

Blinding sun, purest light,

Cuts through the dark, ends a night.

Dare to open, bud to show

The blossom inside. the rain to flow

 

Over petals gossamer. Blossom fragile,

Shown the sun .

First time in a while.

 

Dared to hope it was ok to shine,

Petals to show, gold to mine.

Frost comes swift to the newly bud,

Harsh and cruel, severed but

 

Closes in time, small sap its bleeds,

Ink stains quick to cover leaves.

Rain washes off, the sun trapped out,

Sap seeps through a bleeding spout.

 

Moon now rises, blossom tries

Again to see the dawning skies.

Of swift frost it is now afeared,

Scared of hurt, scared of tears.

 

Dares to hope at stars’ caress,

Blossomer’s touch, a light blue dress,

Sees a smile and responds in kind,

Dares to hope, to show, to shine.

 

Hoar frost comes and cuts it. Swift.

Lingering hope and barbarous twist,

Blossom caught, unclosed, unawares.

Sunlit wounds, still it bares.

 

The starlight cuts and catches the flower,

Cuts it deep, leaves sweetness sour.

Ink runs through skin, seeps into flesh,

Tattoo of pain, of shields, of mesh

Of recollection that holds blossom closed,

Lotus held, bloodied rose.

 

One day to flower, perhaps, we hope.

To shine to all, nevermore to slope

Away from the light of other’s joy,

Birth given by the ink, flower used as toy.

 

One day to adorn and perhaps to grow,

Entwined with a flower not just for show.

Till then arrives the ink shall shine,

Deflect all gaze, a different kind

 

Of light it gives, warm bathing not

So bright, as before, to pierce the night.

Keep a light night light to not hurt sight.

Blossom closed, bud refreshed

 

With ink spun words,

A silence found,

Flower shut

Out of sight, of sound.

 

Waiting for that lover’s touch.

Blossomer’s hand, not too fast, or too much.

 

At the corner of your garden,

I do now grow,

The blossoms colour you could soon know,

 

Just a touch is all it needs.

Sweet caress, brush away inked reeds.

You did it once,

Then drew away,

Left me to frost and harshest day.

All I need is to wait,

Till you say,

Yes.

 

Maybe one day.

 

II

The chase

 

Pounding heart beats silken chest,

 

Hooves fly on tender turf,

 

Head down,

 

Eyes front,

 

Mind cast behind.

 

Click of heels on frosted pavement,

Laughing glance to check behind,

Sees him following, treading firmly,

Sees him running, matching time.

Hound pads after, chest too heaving.

 

Sees fleeting glimpse of deer in sight,

 

Vision tunnels

 

Blood rushes

 

Desperate attempt to match her flight.

 

Soft slap of slacks on the frosted pavement

Pain in his eyes belies the dreams,

The hopes she represents, she doesn’t know

What she could be, or what it means.

Hound slips,

Tired broken,

Through haze of blood It dimly sees

Deer stood over,

Cruel pity flashing

His lines of blood to match her tears.

He stops defeated, breathing sharply,

Sees her stop a way ahead.

Watches her show the great deceit,

Leaves hope and dream, finally dead.

 

III

Hoar frost

Slender vein of ice-work lattice

Sketches name in frosty rime.

Vision of hope in frozen trellis,

Held against the winds of time.

 

Ice creeps through a hole in skin,

Left by where a flame once burned

Dwindled now by dagger’s weaving,

Left were hope and love were spurned.

 

Bitter shape in face is freezing,

Icing over hole in heart,

Blood freezes close to trap in heat,

Ink runs still, covers each part.

 

That too freezes as time continues

Leaves him Frost, a bitter shard.

Hoar frost armour ‘Gainst the winter

Lifts above and holds him, hard.

 

Jackie stands in newest form,

Ink frozen close, catches, sleeved.

Ready to thaw when honest flame beckons,

Never more to be winter deceived.

 

 

There’sa  part IV to come, will let you know when i do, writing the procces of being messed around with if the situation didn’t keep FUCKING CHANGING

ok.

breathe

Till then.

You’re guess us as good as mine.

Toodles

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