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

EVEN THOUGH.

When the darkness edges closer
The fear retreats within
Hiding in the ever warm folds
It lies like lead to constrict you.

Favourite faces and scented talk
Of ages, minutes occurring long ago
Float oh high above this sweet malaise.

Yet here in the dark its sadder now
Gone are the devils beckoning
Vanquished the soldiers of misfortune
This dawn will bring a new way.

Its been a long time, long time here
Failing like shadows to cover the subject
Wishing fulfilment like a broken promise
To hold, hold on tighter till it leaves.

Wait, stop a minute
Who are you or I?
This is not a Monday morning
Nor the screech from the wildcats beak
Sit a while contemplate
Feel the time like misty scent, arrive.

Not at all, there is no answer
What is there to forgive
Remember Saturday’s gleeful hope
When crying in the midst of all the tears.

Another harp plays out the tune
Number nine just one left
Hope there’s time to get things done
Hope a four letter word.

We cast the net far and wide
In trepidation we employ love
To wallow without sustenance
Upon the oaken beams we call our floor.

And faces smile it was a day
So laugh, we’ve got things done.

GRUM

ESCAPE.

You say you knew who I was
Then you must have known
I was consumed by the need to escape.

If so you hid the solace in your eyes
Denied the light that gave it birth
Pretended worth was something sedentary.

Peering past your hideaway
Surely it was obvious
Languishing here in self pity
A life not fit for a fool.

What was it you saw
For it wasn’t the realisation
That hung like precipitation in the air.

Well, where was the understanding
The innocent smile not just to beguile
Requiem for the truth untold
Briar be the path accosted.

Never to divulge the premonition
But dry the gage for better days
When memory smacks, back on you.
Was it too much to spare the rule
No book to read, no silver lining
Glisten does the cicerones soliloquy.

Like the spiral of a cigarette
To goer comes the nothingness
We righteously deserve.

Seeing is not knowing, sight is mislaid
Chameleon, chimera, reptilian
What once was, was once what was.

But recidivously it isn’t like that at all
Seeking not the chemical glow, forlorn
And still replete with communion respite
Aching in the glow from neon persuasion
Taking journalese answers and wreaking vengeance.

Yes my dear, now this scene is clear
Do you see your misplaced reaction
Rescind the former declaration of recalcitrance
In these no flower to place before this grave stone
Can there be a moral in worlds fearful of the void
You said you knew. Where are you now?!

GRUM