Incommunicado

If I don't pick up 

On the first ring,

If I stop the text messages

And the e-mailing,

If I shut down my Twitter

And the Facebook thing,

If I get a little tired 

Of questions and enquiring,

Don't take it personally,

It's not directed at you.
It's just that for the moment

I have some thinking to do.

Jamz: Next To You

It's been a little while since I've included any musical content on here so I figured why not put down a link today? As usual there is very little method to my madness so don't bother looking for it. Just sayin'.

This track came into my life via the medium of Twitter, which I'm coming to appreciate as a source of groovy goodness. (Yes I said it. What?).  Up and coming artist Russell Steedle brings some great vocals on this electro-rock-pop number that I keep playing over and over and over... You get the point.

And being the loyal customer that I am, I will certainly be keeping eyes on his Facebook page and Youtube channel to see what's to come. Here's to great expectations Russell.

People-Free (*Bleep* Intolerance)

People annoy me.

They get on my nerves.

Some would call me a grouch,

A name I doubtless deserve.

But for all that I'm no nearer to enjoying

The chatter, the clutter, the bustle and jostle,

The odours pungent and the scents sweet and cloying

That come with negotiating 

One's way through a crowd

Of swarming humans

Boisterous and sweaty and loud.

No. I'm not what you'd call

A person for people,

I'd much rather fly free

Like a noble lone eagle.

Anaesthesia

I tried to be funny

But that didn't work.

I tried to be sexy

And that was the real joke.

Thought a new hairdo

Was sure to do the trick-

Maybe change the colour too

While I was at it.

I put on a new face, 

Got me some new digs

And for a hot minute

It made me feel big.

I smiled and I pretended,

I faked being unaffected

Straight faced, impassive

Like I wasn't offended.

Had me some good times,

Painted the town red

Found I rather liked being unwed.

Posed for the camera,

Drank the flashes in

Only to realise I'd been waiting

For my life to begin.

Ghost (Unbelonging)

I walk by you on the street

But you look right through me.

Something in your eyes

Tells me you don't even see me.

I try to say hello

But my words fall to the floor.

It's like I'm talking to myself,

Can anybody help?

This feels something like death.

If only it would end!

I'm a ghost now.

A roving ghost- how

Do I get back to life

And become something new?

I'm a spectre.

A shadow on the border of your vision.

A discharged soldier.

A solo goer.

A spy without a mission.

I watch the life I used to lead:

The loves, the hates,

The shallow greed,

Go on like pictures on a screen.

I haunt the old, familiar places

But I don't recognise the faces.

The past has gone and left no traces.

Time drags on but also races,

Leaving me...

Just a lonely ghost now.

A ghost child looking through a window

At a life he could have lived;

That once was his

Till things he did

Changed everything

And so he's stuck out on a bridge

In between existences.

And nothing fills

The void within

Cause neither side is truely his.

So I linger on

Though I don't belong

Here anymore.

I reminisce

On days like this

And wish...

A ghost child

Amongst the blind,

Looking at 

What isn't mine.

A ghost child.

Detached, benign

I see it all

And can't help but smile.

Lo' Rydin' (Crack Attack)

I don't wanna see yo' butt crack.

No homie I don't want none o' that.

I really don't wanna see yo' butt crack.

Naw sista ain't nobody want that.

Drop it low, but ya can't pick it up.

Girl my eyes done seen enough.

Yo' a$$ floss ain't a pretty sight

No thong th-thong thanks

Sisqo ain't here tonight.

I don't wanna see yo' butt crack.

I didn't ask for it so put it right back.

No I don't wanna see no butt crack.

Didn't no one ask you for no peek at yo' back pack.

Alright so you got undies signed by Calvin Klein,

But that right there ain't no concern o' mine.

Underwear it ain't meant to be seen

Are you a trainee streaker or are you just plain obscene?

Chile I don't wanna see yo' butt crack.

It's much too much so could you dial it way back?

The world don't need to see no butt crack.

It ain't all that as a matter of fact.

Curvacious apple bottom,

Washboard flat,

Wide loads, 

Narrow holds,

2-D booty,

HD depth enhancement
It's all good

Ain't nothin' wrong with that.

Just askin' you to save some mystery

For in between the sheets

And help out all the rest of us 

By keepin' it off o' the streets.

Prevent the trauma 

And bumper drama

And cover up your seat.

No butt crack.

Ain't you never heard 

That crack is whack?

We don't wanna have no butt crack

There must be something better we can look at.

Said we don't need none o' that butt crack.

Ain't no sinner in hell who done deserved that.

Market Exchange

A chance encounter.

That's all it was.

A busy market, 

A question posed,

A passer-by who overheard.

A conversation did ensue- 

You walked with me,

I learned from you.

You shared stories of your life;

Gave me a bit of good advice.

We talked something of 

The chances of the world:

The good, the tragic, 

How the unknowable often occurs.

You encouraged a heart 

Sunk in a deep pit

Never guessing how much

He needed it.

You encouraged me 

And repolished a dream

That by disillusion had lost its gleam.

This meeting was a ray of pure light

Piercing confused darkness

With clear insight.

I do not know if we shall meet again

But, dear lady, I wish you well.

Though you may not know

How much our chat meant,

I say with certainty

It was time well spent.

Repositioning

Take the time

To free your mind.

Let yourself

Just unwind.

Tell your troubles

To get in line,

You'll deal with them

In a short while.

This moment

Is about the child

You used to be;

Who hides inside

And just behind

The tattered edges of your smile.

So drop the baggage.

Lose the weight.

Eat those veggies

On your plate.

When you're done,

Enunciate,

Belly full

And I feel great!

Upended

I've lost my way-

Again.

But this time something's different.

Every other time

There's been a landmark,

Something familiar: 
A signpost or some indicator.

This time though,

There's simply nothing.
Nothing in earth, sea or sky.

Nothing I can recognise.

I've lost my way again.

Shadows

Come creeping from the bushes

Like hyenas come to feast upon 

The carcass of a dying sun.

Mossy tree trunks give no indication

Of the proper orientation.

The stars above are strange

And I can't trust the constellations.

I've lost my way again.

If you look carefully,

You'll see me standing, listening,

Waiting to be saved.

Melody River

Music flows through my soul-

Sometimes it trickles,

Sometimes it rolls;

Surges in and takes control.

It's waves that pound against rocky shoals.

Footsteps mark time on the pavement,

Hearts beat a rhythm and keep a wavelength,

Train on a track buss a rimshot,

With contrapunctal measures from the ticking clock.

Honking horns and blaring sirens

Add new harmonies and something from the winds.

Rumbling motors are the baseline

The music it moves through every aspect of my life.

In the sunshine 

Or in the grey rain,

The music courses through my body 

And pulses in my veins.

It weaves colourful tapestries 

I see when I close my eyes.

Just when I think I've learnt the melodies,

It unveils a fresh surprise.

Don't matter where I am

Under moon or in brightest day,

I tune out the humdrum 

And just let the music play.

Free from leaden inhibition

I revel in the tuneful spray;

Awash in this melodic rhythm,

I let go and start to sway.

Wheels

Gingerly

First steps onto dry land.

Longingly

Feelings of apprehension.

Steadily

Slow acclimatisation.

Confidently

Reaffirming bearings, solo navigation.

Patiently

Helping hand to new generation.

Lovingly

Circle full, beautiful completion.

Interlude for the Interim

In this moment, I feel.

In this moment, I know.

It's in the way the currents run.

It's in the winds that blow.

A change is in the air,

I've caught its scent 

And I am certain.

A new act is about to start,

They're drawing back the curtain.

The tide of time is turning.

The midnight oil is burning.

The old order is soon to pass.

A new day is dawning.

Time to get rid of the trash

To make room for what's coming.

Let those who have an ear to hear

Take heed of this warning.