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IX - Nova
Anti-Alarm Call Call It a Day Blessed Black Jacket Her Spirit Meditate To Find the Joy Irish Language Steel Rocking On! Dawn Star She Is... Lost To Be Said Nova ANTI-ALARM CALL Don't get up just yet It's much too cold and wet
Better stay in bed Hibernate instead
Fifteen minutes more What are you waiting for? Back into your dreams
Better stay inside Hibernate and hide
CALL IT A DAY It's only a matter of hours Since lurching to left right Hunched in half light I dropped from the day night And sped across fields --
Music for ear drums Lemon for sore gums Brambles for bare bums --
Call it a day.
BLESSED I would come back from a run With lines of poerty to tell And having listened, she would say "What a mind."
She'd fold my words inside her head And though the lines may not have been Supreme, she wasn't merely being kind She meant it, what she said
And I am blessed For she said "What a mind."
BLACK JACKET Sadness isn't sadness it's happiness in a black jacket
Death isn't death it's life that's jumped off a tall cliff
Tears are not tears They're balls of laughter dipped in salt.
HER SPIRIT Her spirit moves wind chimes When air is still And fills the rooms With fragrance of lily
Her eyes blue green Still seem Perfectly happy With nothing
Her spirit sets The water pipes a humming Fat lektronic force be with ya sound
Her spirit talks to me Through animals Beautful creature Lay with me
Bird that calls my name Insists that she is here And nothing Left to fear
Bright white squirrel Foot of tree Fixes me With innocent gaze
Her spirit talks to me
MEDITATE Listening to glistening bells Ding dong mantras honey coat a parching thirst Inner singer shouts out mantra Drown out lucy nation's chatter
Count for nothing To count for count's sake Count To no total To repeat Not to remember, but To not remember
To meditate
To listen for nothing Hear no reason
Mantra discovers Naughty boy Inside my mind Try to write poetry
Pa-boiled Mam-marry Gland opening
Ma shall law declare Pa takes of of the feast Cunt hooks, quim, minge Knob and tool Words I often heard at school Shall I fear to now repeat Words that whisteled down our street?
Stop
Man tra la la Man trap
Stop
Mantra mantra
Love sound no meaning
TO FIND THE JOY Seagulls bright white glint Against a charcoal morning sky Enough for lovers to see heaven by But fox and rabbit badger yeah And seagull too think harder crueller thoughts -- Do or be done to -- No poet's joy for them
Seagulls spiral whirl Against the sullen oak No scientific thought informs Their common madcap tribal swirl
For them the warming sun Not only warms but shines A harsher light to be discovered by An overshoulder ever-watchful life While we will quieten our disquiet To find the joy.
IRISH LANGUAGE Those Irish chappies Have a fine sense of it This language of ours
They toss it in the air Like a snowball
Dribble it through their fingers Like the guy in the movie
Tell tales that fell Off the back of a lorry Carting logs for the furnace
Swill it round their mouths And let the spittle dry
Slowly out.
Tickle, tumble, Fiddle, fumble, Bimble, bumble
To be sure of anything Would be a fine thing
To be sure As Spike says -- The Beatles were a bunch of Micks.
STEEL Steel yourself against the rapid fire Confusion of events that masquerade as life Bullet holes in time's demented curtain.
ROCKING ON I want to smell your underarm odour I want to drink your ice cream soda
Reminisce about our childhood What we did in deepest wildwood
Let's remember fifites cars And hanging out in late-night bars
Want to give your back a rub Then jump into a foamy tub
Laugh at all your High School jokes One too many Scotch and Cokes
Want to stroke your furry kitten Don't be shy you won't be bitten
When we've seen the babies doze off Let me see you take your clothes off
When this world is dead and gone We will still be Rocking on!
DAWN STAR You are the brightest star in a blue dawn
Venus above us between us
we gaze admiringly like Jupiter
SHE IS … She is...
the Yin to my Yang
the I to my Ching
the See to my Saw
the Head to my Tails
the Lily of my Valley.
LOST I lost my wife She lost her life until then the luxury of no responsibility Chopper wouldn't fall that night as,clenched inside of glove we sucked each other's energy.
TO BE SAID There's a lot of be said There's nothing to be said
My love is alive My love is dead
I hear her voice Inside my head
There's a lot to be said There's nothing to be said
There's a lot to remember A lot to forget
My love is hot My love is wet As if it was The night we met
There's a lot to remember A lot to forget
There's a lot to be said There's nothing to be said.
NOVA Are You there? God where are You? Are you hiding in Your Heaven? Or beneath your deepest sea? Was there something in our past imperfect? Is it something that we should have known? God where are You? Are you hiding God? Are you hiding in the rain? Are you hiding? Are you there?
I am here. I am here in every song you sing In the wings of a rising lark Through the darkness to the morning light. I am here I am here now. I am with you. I am here as ev'ry flake of snow Washing white on the countryside. As each green blade stretches for the sun over them. I am here watching over them. I am here as first a new born babe opens eyes on the universe. With each step I'll be that arm that guides Now and then 'til the end of time. Amen
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