THE WHEEL.

Going round in circles
This heart of mine
Faced with the future
The past is the enemy.

Take all the words
In all of the world
For the sweet rolling wheel
Has a mission for me.

Tried to head on out
Path of linear rejection
Only to curve right
Back to here – begin.

Not for trying or dying
A little each and everyday
I can

GOOD LUCK.

Take a deep breath
And remember these words
Love is the hope
In which we trust.

Trust in me what I say
You will succeed
For that I have foretold
Now just you wait and see.

Love is the hope
I give it to you
For I am the lover
Waiting for you.

Belief is the answer
Now name the question
Wanting is what we have
And I want the best for you.

Take all my luck
For what its worth
Give and you will receive.

Here take my apple
And feel its girth
For that is the love
I keep safe for thee.

What do you want
I want it for you
Believe in me
For I believe in you.

Good luck on the morrow
I know you will not need
Yes I will feel for you
And know I care a lot.

To love is but a shadow
To be loved twice as good
Go forth to prove my point
Of the faith I have in you.

Keep safe this card
For it is my gift to you
It goes with my heart
To rest a while with you.

I love you.

GRUM

GLASS FROM AIR.

Hear the calling beckoning
Caution is reactionary
Impulse the devils air.

Then why does it
Reach out to touch
All that’s held so dear.

Glass from air
Sudden change of plan
Glass from air
Learn to try.

Beat the drum beneath
Feel the motion
Itchy feet must go.

Know its passing time
Like as not
It will let them know.

Glass from air
Sudden change of plan
Glass from air
Learn to try.

Scoff, the laugh becomes a cry
There is no glass
Residing in this air.

Not today no never
Watch the dust
Roll out from the eyes.

Glass from air
Sudden change of plan
Glass from air
Learn to try.

Crying wont help
Fortitude’s asleep
Be gone while night is black.

To see from tower hill
Aches within
To see but not to touch.

Glass from air
Sudden change of plan
Glass from air
Learn to try.

And this glass
Cannot be touched
It hides behind its thickness
The softness of its strength.

GRUM

GET THROUGH TO YOU.

Time has come to make a stand
Hold a life within the hand
I’ve got to get, get through to you
Get through to you.

We seem to be perched
On the edge of our commitments
Unsure to take the plunge
Rely upon the feelings we find there.

But time enough the wait too long
Time enough to write this song
To know the feeling deep inside
Whenever I stand so close.

Time has come to make a stand
Hold a life within the hand
I’ve got to get, get through to you
Get through to you.

And now the sand runs low
The pressure getting stronger
This is the time to reach out
Touch my hand its ready for you.

Time has come to make a stand
Hold a life within the hand
I’ve got to get, get through to you
Get through to you.

Don’t let the moment pass
Regrets the anger will haunt.

You say your age builds walls between us
But you never say what you feel
Do you feel the feeling I have for you
Can you know my thoughts, yes you can.

Time has come to make a stand
Hold a life within the hand
I’ve got to get, get through to you
Get through to you.

I’m not a tyrant I don’t presume
I hope you feel like I do
I see it in your look
The way you listen to this fool.

Time has come to make a stand
Hold a life within the hand
I’ve got to get, get through to you
Get through to you.

Well time wont wait for need
Grab what joy required
Not mercenary love that is
But the need born of fire.

So fierce the flame to be set free
So quench the thirst it fans
We have the power don’t devour
The life that we must lead.

Time has come to make a stand
Hold a life within the hand
I’ve got to get, get through to you
Get through to you.

Do you feel ache, do you want release
Are we just strangers meeting in our night – tonight?

GRUM

FUTURE WORLDS.

We all live anticipation
Waiting for our time
We all live in future worlds
Dying, trying to get there.

Forcing our future lives
To be so glorious
Taking the wrap
Just to pass the time
We are – waiting.

We all live anticipation
Waiting for our time
We all live in future worlds
Dying, trying to get there.

Playing their games
With tired hand
Living their lives
With withered mind
We cant – wait, any more.

We all live anticipation
Waiting for our time
We all live in future worlds
Dying, trying to get there.

So tell us, we are here
We want future life
To be so glorious
Future world, future world.

Sitting by the table
Next to our door into the reel
Waiting for redemption
We cant – give no more.

We all live anticipation
Waiting for our time
We all live in future worlds
Dying, trying to get there.

In the sign of mighty evil
We can see ourselves
There is no sanctuary
Not in – this world.

We all live anticipation
Waiting for our time
We all live in future worlds
Dying, trying to get there.

Plug the gap
And feel it burn
Is this life
Just what we want
We cant – take any more.

We all live anticipation
Waiting for our time
We all live in future worlds
Dying, trying to get there.

We all live for future world
Put off what deserve today
Feign compliance seethe with grief
We all live for future worlds
We wont – wait any more.

GRUM

FRESHER FAIR.

So you’ve come to cast off cares
To while away the sleeping hours
Outside a hideaway of liquid tears
Sup again forget the morning’s toil.

Think of the things that surround you
The missive for peace of mind
The resemblance of home
Outside the window the real world awaits.

And sweet julie brown hopes time wont wait
Along comes the world giving fool
And he poor Ian brave has a dream
That all is free including love.

How does the feeling of commonplace
Rest in this mind tonight
If you catch a tear, you hold a heart
Strange how a sigh feels like heavy lifting
And the pain of losing like a windy day
Coping is an albatross to stroke.

These forgetting days come and go
Replaced by tired eyes, empty minds
A refreshers fair for chosen – where is choice.

GRUM

Holding my breath
Feel the retching coming up
I cant resist no more.

It was September 5th
A day to live in history
A cry became a scream
Not just a memory now.

In was a feeling we all had
You knew it too.

Freedom, freedom
The hope will never leave me
Freedom, freedom
The cries in the night keep calling out to me.

Token saviour standing proud
Not man not woman
But a presence to be revered.

All the suffering tonight
The wont has been undone
Sometimes the wish comes true.

Oh let me see the shadow standing
Haunting the streets like holocaust.

Freedom, freedom
The hope will never leave me
Freedom, freedom
The cries in the night keep calling out to me.

Tearing the flesh from
Older memories
Bury that which burns – deep.

Now is forever it always was
Shoulder the shame
Bear your soul to be cleansed.

Not just a memory to hide behind
Laughing in the darkness threatening me.

Freedom, freedom
The hope will never leave me
Freedom, freedom
The cries in the night keep calling out to me.

GRUM

FORGE.

I hear the call and wonder where its from
Over there its just a wilderness
A barren soil supporting barren life
I know it is where, I must make, a stand.

It matters not when you lose your way
Tired are eyes, that have seen it all
But how the mind seeks to clarify
You know it cannot be this way.

Open your mind to what you see
Don’t listen to them
What do they know that has gone right
Listen to me
How can I be my worse enemy, no nothing is all.

They tell you they were always on your side
Who do you believe when day is done
Count the blessings from who they come
And now tell me, where do you stand.

They mean nothing at all.

I light a candle to bring you home
Who asks no questions and tells no lies
And now the trodden soil is above
Where will the blame lie for not standing up.

You cant tell me you tried
Where were the battles you fought
I see no bloodshed and hear no cries
No-one has to die, but it just seems a waste.

The push, the pull, where to join in
The smoking booth of self repent
There they forge with fire and the steel
The mind, they seek, to create.

I don’t feel that this is the end
Without them what is there – nothing at all
We need the fight to keep us alive
But do we need this – I don’t know.

But I can tell you, I don’t want you.

GRUM

FEND FOR THEMSELVES.

Without a smile, close the eyes
Hide from realisation
But never turn it out
Into the night alone.

And we will seek the unreal
To place beside our steel
There is never an easy path
Always the searchers fend for themselves.

Passing time to scrape away
The cloak that marks the mind
Reveal the robe of eloquence
How the mighty are fallen.

But prying eyes see only
The images of their nemesis
Beckoning in to seek resistance
They pledge a soul this night.

And we will seek the unreal
To place beside our steel
There is never an easy path
Always the searchers fend for themselves.

By light of the golden orb
The flaxen myth becomes reality
Holding hope for sins past
Revisit night after night.

And before the sleepy rest their heads
Pay homage for getting through
The words to the very end
Playing on similes crossing fingers.

And we will seek the unreal
To place beside our steel
There is never an easy path
Always the searchers fend for themselves.

A portion of cherry pie
No cream just the whipping
Leaving the long dark shed
Buried outside the wall.

For who calls the tune
Cannot give sanctity
To a dissimilar similar faith
As one in death but not in life.

And we will seek the unreal
To place beside our steel
There is never an easy path
Always the searchers fend for themselves.

Opportunity lost and goal reached
That longing for longing satiated
To spoil by touching, far greater crime
Than giving in to what is real.

And we will seek the unreal
To place beside our steel
There is never an easy path
Always the searchers fend for themselves.

Not born of man nor woman’s breast
By the trees under moonlit sky
A vagrant soul lies searching
Underground on which we all rely.

For hiding under smug satisfaction
Lies pause for thought for sure
Withered by its starvation
But strong in retribution – it awaits.

And we will seek the unreal
To place beside our steel
There is never an easy path
Always the searchers fend for themselves.

Hearken to the tune played on the led
Beyond the scaffold up high
A life lies in tears and perspiration
Willing hell to reign on earth.

And we will seek the unreal
To place beside our steel
There is never an easy path
Always the searchers fend for themselves.

And now the hats been raised
And shouldered are the memories
There lies only one road
That leads so far away
To lead us and them
Back to where it all began.

GRUM

FAITH.

When faith is an angel
I will believe
And when love is honesty
I will be reprieved.

Tragic is the former smile
The pain that grips my lips
On better days they do relax
And taste the wine, sycophancy.

But time is the deceiver
And this lethargy its soldier
Killing slowly and any way it can
What do I need to believe?

If faith is an angel
She is a hag
If love is honesty
We have been deceived.

I am not the deceiver, you waited for
Kiss the believer unready to believe.

Marshalling thoughts I have
Behind mild staring eyes
Coming out from behind
Is more than I can stand.

So watching and waiting
For the belief to be angelic
I cry a heartache full of fear
Of unrepenting disbelief.

If belief is a godsend
I’d rather not know
If this world is the answer
I’m ready to let go.

Caught in the trap
I set for myself
Exacting standards
Always let you down.

Now time is the judge
I cant live to lie
Not live to lie.

GRUM