BALANCING ANGEL

A little bit of sugar,
A little bit of spice,
A little bit of nasty,
Thrown in amongst the nice,
I may seem an angel,
But you should perhaps look twice,
I’ve horns to keep my halo,
From closing like a vice!

Swedish Bureaucracy

Sweden is a country that is full of punctuality,
Not particularly connected to our modern day reality,
And not very concerned with what you need in actuality,
Just focused on the bureaucratic task of factuality,
What really is quite silly in a country technological,
Is the rate of inefficiency is utterly illogical,
With digital devices now it’s really diametrical,
It makes me want to push a pencil up a pencil pusher’s rectical!

and so I walked…

And so I walked,
To ease the tension and stress,
To clear my head,
To give the feelings someplace to go,
And something else to do,
And as I walked I listened to Eckhart Tolle’s
The Power of Now,
Because I thought it would help me relax.
He talked, as I walked, and he explained
About egos, and identities, and the pain-body,
About being present, really and truly present,
About the time clock, and the psychological clock,
About the pointlessness of the past and the future,
About how to meditate to connect with the oneness,
About how we are not our minds,
That we can be the observer, that watches the thinker,
And after about an hour and a half of walking,
I realized that I had unclenched my teeth,
And my pace had slowed dramatically,
To match my own body’s natural rhythm,
and still I walked….

Living When?

I’ve lived, without knowing I was living,
Been blinded by my need for something more,
Been deprived of gifts moments were giving,
By focusing beyond an unseen door,
Hindsight may indeed be twenty-twenty,
The future must be thought about somehow,
But chances to go astray are plenty,
If we don’t try to really see the now.

Spherical Tips

I’ve evidence empirical,
That when shaving something spherical,
The angles can be really touch and go,
One must bend and reach and flex, thus
to avoid a mess and muss,
One should be ambidextrous,
When shaving down below.

SHADOW

Your shadow cast so long,
Once as far as I could see,
Always so much longer,
Than the man in front of me,
You never understood that;
Not as far as I could tell,
Quite how long your shadow cast,
Or the weight with which it fell,
From boy to man tried to understand,
The presence there within,
Sought discourse with the shadow’s source,
To crawl beneath your skin,
Despite my need to be received,
I was kept outside your door,
Small glimpses sometimes I perceived,
But never reached your core,
So still I try and and search and dig,
To find what you’re made of…
to try and find the real you,
The shadow that I love.

SANDY

Sandy.
Such a sweet and gentle name.
Visions of Grease and Sandra Dee.
But that Sandy is not to be.
Not this time round.
This time round she’s changed the game,
Kicking ass, and taking names,
These image changes guarantee,
You’ll no longer think of Sandra Dee,
Not that antithesis of a trollop,
But a big loud girl,
Who packs a wallop!

It’s All About The Music

You can be my walking bass line,
I can be your slide trombone,
You can stroke me in three-four time,
While you solo on your own,
You can tickle me with triplets,
I’ll staccato till you blush,
We’ll both play bold and deliberate,
Till we each can feel the rush,
We can build up to the coda,
Then we’ll double back again,
From pianis to fortissimo,
The crescendo building then,
We’ll interweave our melodies,
Till they’re tight as they can get,
Then when we’ve both reached our high c’s,
We’ll go grab a cigarette.

Our Colours

I’ve seen every colour in your rainbow,
Plus the ones you won’t show,
If you don’t have to,
Which is why I smile at you
when you show them,
For you think that I don’t know them,
But I know secretly,
Through what’s been, what is,
and what might be,
Our colours all blend perfectly.