thoughts about tomorrow

I woke this morning in stillness and in silence
To the sound of birds singing in the trees.
I lie in this bed, rest a tired and weary soul,
And a heart that is longing for some peace.

I call on my emotions to end this futile war,
Which has been raging in my mind for far too long.
So I’ll sit & write, I’ll sing & play, I’ll laugh and eat and drink,
And leave all thoughts about tomorrow until then.

I sit here naked as I play on my guitar
There is no one round for miles and miles to see.
Greet a horizon which is free from brick and mortar,
And I know this is a better place to be.

You tell me that you’ll write and I’m excited by the thought of
Receiving anything that you might send.
But I’m not penning you into the future quite just yet,
And I’ll leave thoughts about tomorrow until then

I have found catharsis in the eye of a storm
And I felt love although it may have been a dream.
I stumbled over more than a dozen wicked words
In an effort to find out what it means.

The wind is blowing symphonies to the drainpipes outside
They keep asking me “How, where, and when?”
I have just decided to play the counterfeit
And leave thoughts about tomorrow until then

The sun is riding high in a deep blue summer sky,
Watching me from high above the clouds.
I can hear him now, as he sings with me aloud,
I know this is not where our road ends.

Somewhere up north, maybe two hundred miles away,
You’re waking up next to another man.
There’s no second-guessing these matters of the heart,
So I’ll leave thoughts about tomorrow until then.

looking for distraction

Looking for distraction, close your eyes and count to three.
There’s a gun, a rope, & a candle stick, so please choose carefully.
I’ve got Dylan on my stereo, I’ve got women on my mind.
I’ve got a fire burning in my heart and a pulse racing fast behind.

It’s the break of dawn on Christmas morn
But the clock reads half past three,
But the clock broke down years before and spectates silently.
I’ve got lawyers trying to chase me
For some money they say I owe,
But I’m broke and sure I’m in the clear
So I’ll tell them where they should go…

I say hey there, you there, look there… how’s it going to be?
I’d love to know what’s on your mind,
Maybe one day we’ll find the time,
And then put the world to rights, oh how much fun it would be,

Looking for distraction, turn your head and smile at me.
I’m in danger of being happy now so please speak carefully.
I know now for the first time there’s no distance left to run –
Sit back, enjoy the ride, and I’m sure that the rest will just come.

I say hey there, you there, look there… how’s it going to be?
I’d love to know what’s on your mind,
Maybe one day we’ll find the time,
And then put the world to rights, oh how much fun it would be;
Running round late at night, naked in the candlelight

But that was just a daydream, you’re so stubbornly fully clothed,
And I change address every two months now
So perhaps it’s time to go
But I think that this year will be different, I can feel it in the air.

You know it’s a miracle that I made it here at all,
They placed bets I’d die young at school –
I guess I proved them wrong.
You might see me in the street one day, and never really know
But some things they are best left unsaid,
And melt with the winter snow.

paper army

They’re building a pyramid in London Bridge
With a hotel, offices, and residential quarters
I saw the plans the other day, as I was walking by.

I bought a sandwich in a box
from a posh shop somewhere near the station concourse
you wouldn’t get that in King’s Cross
It came with a plastic knife and fork wrapped in bags to keep them clean.
I mean how much packaging do you really need?

Then I stumble down the street fighting back the paper army
and I have no desire to buy a cheap flight, designer clothes, or a mobile phone

I don’t take the tube no more
I like to be able to see where I am going
I prefer to ride up to of the big red buses
and maybe catch a glimpse of the horizon from time to time

They’re building a pyramid in London Bridge
It should be visable from where I live in Dalston.
I saw the plans the other day, as I was walking by.

joanna

Down by the sea and the sky, we walked and talked
Until the last light bid goodbye. My coat kept me
Warm but I missed my favourite hat which I lost last year.

You balled up both of your hands to keep them warm, we
Turned and walked back on the sand. The wind roaring
Loud in our ears, we made our way back to the harbour lights.

It seems with our coming of age, so much has changed but
So much it still stays the same and will we be
Having the same conversations again this time next year?

The same questions dwell on our minds – how hard should
Seek before you shall find? Perhaps that is
Missing the point but something has got to give.

Or perhaps time will find us here again.

as.if.i.am

When I lived in San Francisco back in 1999 I communicated with a group of close friends via haiku and posted them to a website I ran called http://as.if.i.am… this by they…

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10:36 GMT -08:00 17/8/99 robin g

nicotine stained eyes
survey the crude neon
back on the road

happy meal
hypocrisy on a plate
i need more ketchup

tick tick
tick
tick tick tick

19:38 GMT 13/8/99 hannah w

yellow plastic wire
outside the raindrop window
cold custard slices

10:32 GMT -010:00 11/8/99 robin g

another misty morning
so fast and numb
the tea bag burst

the moment was
captured in a couple of
syl la bles

rotating fan
moves the air around me
where too next?

missed the eclipse
closed my eyes
wow

13:16 GMT -05:00 3/8/99 brian

i saw her sitting
under sodium lights that
could not hide her eyes

04:06 GMT -08:00 30/7/99 susie t

motorized wheelchair
careening paraplegic
ran right over me

18:03 GMT -08:00 26/7/99 robin g

pieces of purple
couldn’t face monday morning
kamikaze cup

cars cars cars cars cars
cars cars cars cars cars cars cars
watch the smoke rising

23:46 GMT 22/7/99 mark s

sun is shining
birds are singing
shit, there’s a tank

08:36 GMT 21/7/99 hannah w

sit on the pavement
people stare as they rush by
an outsider now.

09:39 GMT +08:00 21/7/99 robin g

head up, eyes wide shut
brain going boom boom boom boom
no doughnuts for you

english breakfast tea
(the way englishmen like it)
what a load of shit

14:52 GMT +01:00 21/7/99 david h

lost in the pictures
colouring in was boring
i wanted to paint

15:208 GMT -08:00 20/7/99 susie t

sun is shining
clock is ticking on the wall
voices in my head

boot up and turn on
world wide web superhighway
i’m strapped in and wired

i kiss you goodnight
lights out and i go to sleep
sunrise you are gone

10:08 GMT -08:00 19/7/99 robin g

some fluff on my shirt.
i did not notice it yesterday,
where did it come from?

lovely purple cup…..
but no english tea bags.
another still life.

tall shiny metal.
electric shock door handle.
in need of gloves.

11:37 GMT 16/7/99 hannah w
– i cannot stop counting syllables now (10)

haikus for robin
going to be boring as
I lack imagination

Happy and cheerful
Cheerful and happy and bright
Sitting at a screen

10:29 GMT -08:00 16/7/99 robin g

the city below.
view from leafy balcony
a grey morning mist

another week gone
and another week ahead
when will it be now?

12:45 GMT 16/7/99 david h

thanks, i enjoyed it
in a more than cliched way.
keep up the haikus.

writing my first one
a rather sensitive ten,
i couldn’t quite get the hang of it!

1:06 GMT -08:00 15/7/99 robin g

could be anywhere,
outside it’s america.
have a nice day, y’all.

how happy he looks
laughing listlessly alone.
give that man a dime.

chocolate brownie.
pick the crumbs off the wrapper,
lots of E numbers.

sitting at my square desk
surrounded by beige plastic.
think nothing of it.

the suitor’s ballyhoo

Tell me do you see me as you close your eyes at night;
Painted on your eyelids as you’re turning out the light?
Your voice spins in my mind – it’s been wearing through the grooves.
We’ve been intimately distant and I still don’t get the rules.

I want you, girl

Last week I wrote a letter now I’m rereading it through.
I wasted all those fancy words – I just meant “I love you”.
So forgive my confusion, dear, won’t you understand,
That sometimes knowing what to say slips right out of my hands.

I’ve never met a mind so fancy free as yours before,
I was busy at the books, while you were danced by the door.
And somewhere in the middle there is love and common ground,
So I sweep away the leaves and we can keep dancing about.

I lie here playing out the scene a hundred million times,
What you will be wearing and the beauty in your eyes.
There’s no time like the present so I’m reaching for the phone
But you’ve never cared for mornings and there’s places I should go

The horses left with elvis and they rode into the sun,
Two dots on the horizon, strained my eyes and they were gone.
It’s been a torrid day, I’ve been waiting for your call
Sometimes I more than wonder if you care for me at all,

As I walk on Church Street the last light fades away
It’s getting darker early now and winters on the way.
Something’s gotten missing, the puzzle is upside down.
The Guinness didn’t clear my head it just brought on the clouds.

The moon it whispered in my ear and kept me from my dreams.
The silhouettes around my room are never what they seem.
‘You and me’ or ‘me and you’ said either way around,
Would surely make such sense in this cold unforgiving town.

I love you, girl.