Just a New York Minute, I'll be at your side, shifting sands of time
Skipping dunes and scorching grains, passively surreal and sublime
Longing to scour the unblemished desert, and become something new,
Seamless parallels entwining as one, finding their own way through

Within a New York Minute, I'll confess like a child to your soul.
For it is pure like a Mountainous spring, bright like the driven snow,
Open, yet guarded by trust, I'll protect from a harmful notion,
Whispering with strong conviction, my faith, truth and devotion.

After a New York Minute in your hands, I'll move aside your fears,
Quash confusion with one look. Live and breath inside your tears.
Caress away uncertainty, that still trembles inside your thoughts
Sing you a comforting lullaby, and strike all the right chords.

Tokes For The Memories
Sifting through desolate streets and leaves of brown,
Hands in my pockets, thoughts reflect this old town,
Sounds and smells taking me back to Boundary Lane,
Going on and on, the meaning's always the same.

Home a million miles away, but music keeps it close,
Happy and rose-tinted, I need a regular dose
I know the soldiers tomb, I played there as a child too,
I see it in my sleep, encapsulated in a song sung true,

Pass it on, my friend, I feel I want to get high tonight,
Turn up the wood, I'm reaching a brand new height.
My spot has been hit, I'm away with the fairies now,
I've done my performance, I wanna take my bow.

Unregistered with most
My existence, a joke
And it's intended for me
To blend into 'normal' folk

Thought I had something to offer
Thought I could make a change
But it's intended for me
To shoot out of range

Sometimes so certain
Sometimes so sure
That it was intended for me
To unlock all my doors

But now it's much clearer
I now hear a new song
and see it's intended for me
To always choose wrong.

True & Forever Meant
Images of sunshine gold, entertain me through the day.
Your glow shining through, forever holds me this way,
In your light I laugh and cry, the tears of one so happy,
Into your arms I clamber and climb, to feel safe, protected and free.

When around your rays, I feel 100 feet tall
When in the darkness of the night, it's your name in my dreams I call
When together, I breathe in your glow, savouring every moment,
When I'm near your warmth, I feel a love, I know must be heaven sent.

When I feel this way, I'm a knight in shining armour,
A love which belongs to me, and feelings I will never harbour,
Every kind word I've said to you, are true and forever meant.
Now you know that loneliness, have packed their bags and left.

The Hand Of Sound
Stripped to its frame, an infrastructure of
dreams,
Moving masses, exposing all that it
means.
A man in the dark, throwing light into the
crowd,
A kaleidoscope of emotions shouting out
aloud.

The home of a keeper, mottled and
surreal,
Central to our hearts, guiding all that we
feel.
Walking in many footsteps, breathing in it's vibes,
Gazing to the skies where he continually
rides.

A museum of memories, never strange or unclear,
Living in the ether, a part of us to
revere
Our inspiration supreme, which never tires or wanes
These Days of speed, quickening through our veins

Movements In The Sand
Movements to the shore, my body lapped by the sun.
Standing cold in the frost, my body soaked by my pain.
Looking into the mirrors and walls of my minds eye,
Confused reflections appear so clear, falling with the rain.

Reaching out to anybody, the one who will hold the time.
I am lost in blossomed meadows, clutching at what is mine,
I have found this path on my own, no excuses for my reasons,
as I sit beside my stumbling soul, reflecting upon my time.

It is I who's destiny is distorted through a broken mirror
Still waiting for the tide and winds to again set me free
Hazy, bitter-sweet memories, keeping my emotions at bay
For the deep swirling sea awaits, anxious to re-capture me.

What Tomorrow Brings
Waiting and gazing, for what tomorrow brings.
So kind and deserved of life's better things,
That await for you, just around the bend,
To again bring joy, so your sorrow can mend.

Again, you will run with the wind in your
hair,
Your movement rousing, and your hand so
fair,
Care free and wild, you'll glide through your days,
With a crystal clear vision, while others see haze.

The smile of a child, the wisdom of a book
To become this woman, time is all it took,
Your kindness and air, warms our self-being
To become alike, and envisage all you're seeing

Your coolness like ice, your glow like the sun,
Your ability to shine, and light everyone,
You listen like the dark, and greet with a beam
Live for the love, that others only dream.

Fumbling For A Focus
Hiding away your scars of this time
As you swim around your clouded thoughts
Struggling for that feeling so fine
Confusion runs through these days you bought

Who are these people with faces opaque?
Who control your strings, conscience and mind
Why is their commitment shadowy and vague?
A new day without them is what you must find

Source a kaleidoscope to tomorrows path.
Lose the doubt that swarm you like locusts
Show again your scars, show your new laugh
Show to those you have a new opus.
And prove to them you're not fumbling for a focus.

London Nights
London nights, breezy and blue,
Dance these streets, and do as you choose,
Love and warmth throughout the rain,
A joy from inner strength, and experiences gained.
Moving along the many crowded streets,
All those sights to see, and people to meet,
Taken away by a gust of wind,
Lifting me up to a place deep within.




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