State of a Nation

I'm looking through you

We come to life with a cry and end it with a sigh,
and the years between are filled with sorrow,
pain and joy.

Happiness is a virus we all contract sometime,
and like a virus it will leave without any
reason or rhyme.

Love is merry misery you find out all too soon,
and as for joy and happiness, Well; that turns
to misfortune.

The dying words of good Queen Bess when she
was past her prime. "All my possessions for one
more moment of time".

Life is full of heartache torment suffering and pain,
heartbreak angst and worry, despair,
foreboding and shame.

And as we approach our final sigh we know that life
is tough. And yet we still whisper,
Life's not long enough.

apple blossom time

The world is just a rotting apple and we've all had our bite. And now it's too late to stop the rot, the human race, its bolt's been shot.

The human race has made a tower ten thousand meters high,  off we've jumped and down we go the human race is going to die.

We're on our way  into the ground of this world we did pollute. And desperately we try, with a collective sigh, to invent the parachute.

We'll be gone but the world  lives on to evolve to a better place. And we  leave to our world the human trace, of a plastic smile upon it's face.

Coffee Painting

I miss the day's of  " let's make do"  who thought I ever would.
The night time walk back through the park crossing the bridge into the dark.
I spoke of nights together and how we would be free, to love and live in a foreign land and you  were close to me.
The house we shared together had nothing in it new, a lick of paint but no complaint you said just " let's make do."
Tomorrow was years away, and yesterday long gone,  departed to another life, dismantled eclipsed outshone.
The feeling of a memory something to renew,
now I remember frosty nights and holding tight to you.

Ancient Lover

 
Ancient person, for whom I
all the flattering youth defy,
Long be it ere thou grow old,
Aching, shaking, crazy, cold;
   But still continue as thou art,
   Ancient person of my heart.

kiss me

Jenny Kiss'd me when we met
jumping from the chair she sat in.
Time, you thief, who love to get
sweets into your list, put that in!
Say I'm weary, Say I'm sad,
Say that health and wealth as miss'd me,
Say I'm growing old, but add
Jenny Kiss'd me.

Raising Sand / Alison Krauss

Leaves were falling just like embers
in colours red and gold they set us on fire, burning just like moonbeam in our eyes.
Somebody said they saw me  swinging the world by the tail, bouncing over a white cloud killing the blues.