JUDY.

Watching like a Cyclops
The image flickers too close
Nonplussed by demonic proportions
The sentiments are cold.
Then open to reveal bi-axially
Dreams are never at last breath
Revive, survive, has to be done
Come take the hand accept the rule
One more fool for one more day.

Its never past coffee time
Drink the wine taste this land
Where else lies the torment so enjoyed
Believe in hope and it will believe through you.
Who did wrong stepped on the toes
Why does image never become reality
If love is the angel where is she now
Can time be a healer, if it has the time.

Here yonder open mind and heart
Points the finger beckoning in
Trace the release without its ruin
Caught not unlike a rat in a race
Running, losing breath for one more circuit
Here is the stole from the former farce.
Take note of the note with which this lies
No lies bespoke the lips of babes
And where are they now, when given in
Set to face forever the oblivion so sought.

Shelter what was propagation, grow anew
Season like before and flower again
Shout, but speak in whisper tones
The name you seek to set free
The coil can never hold forever within
Its grasp the freewill.

Waiting is not defeatism
Tears not the enemy of hope
Hate is never an answer
Only trust can launch a thousand days.

GRUM

IT’S OVER.

The deed is done
And sweat is swept from brow
Like heavy toil that’s over.

And though the road ahead is long and hard
Its good that it is over
All over, in the past
Ahead lies new beginnings.

All the things promised
All the emotions now are spared
Gone is the belief
Shattered are all the dreams.

And somewhere in the early morning
The void reaches out
Its hold is strong and body weak
And mind must never give in.

And though the road ahead is long and hard
Its good that it is over
All over, in the past
Ahead lies new beginnings.

Wishing paths of difference were took
The undergrowth, overgrows the footsteps left behind
Eyes must turn to see passion of new day
The dawning, the warmer for asking.

And here the sitting players survey
The dreams they seek to portray
Without clues so used to
There can be no reconstitution.

And though the road ahead is long and hard
Its good that it is over
All over, in the past
Ahead lies new beginnings.

The tears are born on music saddened
By situations it seeks to be emotive with
Tomorrow it may be joyous
And we can breath again.

But there can be no regrets
No shoring of the losses uneasily sustained.

And though the road ahead is long and hard
Its good that it is over
All over, in the past
Ahead lies new beginnings.
Say good-bye and shed a tear
You know I know its gone.

GRUM

GOING INSANE.

Weathering the storms quite well
I guess that’s not just life
I’ve been feeling quite cold
Don’t know which way to turn.

I’m going insane, I’m going insane
Going out of my head with it.

Looking for the future
Giving more than I dare
Being only as one with myself
Not knowing who to blame.

I’m going, going insane (x2)
Going out of my head.

Don’t look now, you’ll see it
It’s in my way
Nowhere will the sun shine
How can we be so blind.

I’m going sane, going insane
Don’t know now, its here.

Wishing up that star
Making promises break
Doing it all again, for you
I don’t want to know – the truth.

Be here, we are sane
No message today (x2).

Taking our chances
Pushing our luck
Grabbing the air we breath
And making people pay.

I’m going insane, going insane
Going out of my head with the strain.

Poison ivy and poison pen
Pricking fears of all our woe
Never say it never say no
Tomorrow – is just another way.

I’m going insane, going insane!

GRUM

IN OUR DREAMS.
I feel alone when im not with you
destroyed and dejected I cry
How can I be expected
To live a life so cold.
In your dreams, the hope is there
That one day we will breath air – together
In our dreams, we cry for the right
To make our bed, so live and lie, live and lie.
If time is the healer of all the wounds
Did I ever really care enough for you
Was the feeling strong enough to bare
The burden of distance to keep us apart.
So they tell me our dreams are theirs
In the city of fear we make our bed
Giving it over to circumstance
Enslaved by desire to simply survive.
In your dreams, the hope is there
That one day we will breath air – together
In our dreams, we cry for the right
To make our bed, so live and lie, live and lie.
Can the believer really take it back
Watch the deceiver s/he will reveal all
I know the story, then so do you
Time is the healer, has it for you?
In our dreams, we pray for it all
In our creams, we never fall
But life isn’t simple, if it was
Why is death so humiliating.
I have no heart to push the pace
There are no dreams that live like memories
No shadows to hide the destiny
From sight, I see, do you?
Walking like the living dead
I dread the sentiment I must share
Two parts are never a pair
Only halves of a conundrum never to be solved.
In your dreams, the hope is there
That one day we will breath air – together
In our dreams, we cry for the right
To make our bed, so live and lie, live and lie.
GRUM

INDEPENDENCE.
Scream from the pages independence
Long gone the oppression
Away with the hatred repulsion
Will not carry your load.
Free ‘man’ – will to be bent
Free ‘man’ – on independence day
Free ‘man’ – formulate the way.
Saying good-bye to hopeless wish
Left behind the sentiments once had
Look to the future – feel the hand
As it caresses wounded ego.
Free …
Sit and stare how close to you is it now
Its not what could have been
No pretence, the help is to keep yourself.
Free …
Take not what you do not own
It takes always two to disagree
Nothing is simple except simplicity
Barren the barrage of perspicacity.
Free …
The door is locked, key is lost
Busy body doctrinaire opposing realities
Cant get closer, no truth is found
Wound down, locked in, tight within the seam.
There is no ‘freeman’ in the end
No salutation to democracy
Empty reason leads to empty life
Not knowing who we are.
Free …
So close your eyes for better days to visit
No more nightmares within your mind
Peace tranquillity, danger is at bay.
GRUM