nightmare

it bellows forth and tugs her hair
she falters on the muddy track
its fury howling through the air
sheer terror stops her turning back

she falters on the muddy track
the black wind hides which way to go
sheer terror stops her turning back
she hears waves crashing far below

the black wind hides which way to go
no moon, no light of any kind
she hears waves crashing far below
and now must walk as if she’s blind

no moon no light of any kind
she weeps to be in such a place
and now must walk as if she’s blind
rain lashing harsh across her face

she weeps to be in such a place
no friendly sound or call or bark
rain lashing harsh across her face
hands clawing in the whirling dark

no friendly sound or call or bark
its fury howling through the air
hands clawing in the whirling dark
it bellows forth and tugs her hair

permanent injury

 

since we parted ways
how to pass the days
no-one can explain
how to stand the pain

each day, each night,
each minute
don’t want even to begin it

dreamless would be better
since I received your letter
but I dream of you instead
no rest for me in bed

each day, each night,
each second
since another woman beckoned

hours filled with pain
driving me insane
just limping through the days
since we parted ways

The Way Things Are

There comes a time
This much I know
When a mind feels like resting
And I ain’t suggesting
That this is wrong
– just my way of protesting
The way things are

Things don’t last long
This much I know
And my mind keeps on saying
Stop your crying and praying
Don’t make no sound
– just my way of delaying
The way things are

There is a way
This much I know
Be it standing and staring
Be it doing and daring
You’ll take my hand
– you’ll be smiling and sharing
The way things are

 

 

 

Streets of San Francisco

Yes it is fun to ride on
all those little cable cars
see Alcatraz and Golden Gate
those cafes, shops and bars

but stepping off the tourist trail
things seen are not so pretty –
left trying to forget all those 
mean streets in that fair city

the dust, the dirt, the poverty
those insults thrown, words shouted
lost souls seeming worlds apart
whose sanity one doubted

post traumatic stress victims
drunks sleep it off in trams
drug deals go down in doorways
bag ladies with their prams

even Union Square has problems
homeless people numbering scores
despite the rich and famous
spending huge in high end stores

staying close to well lit areas
seek where to find the places
mapped as ‘sights not to be missed’
thus avoiding hostile faces

Yes, all cities have their dark side
but it’s in knowing what you’ve got
I believed you Tony Bennett
…. and romantic IT IS NOT!