Jeanne d'Arc

Then morning came as answer

Called to my lady's prayer

Yet night time had devoured

Our maiden sweet and fair

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It's true I always craved her

Though never would I tell

The many who had loved her

The many who had fell

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Her battle cry we followed

Great banner flying high

Heaven wept and angels sang

As she gazed at the sky

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But fortune was arrested

Lancaster brought her down

Staked a claim for blasphemy

Then staked unholy ground

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A flame can never purify

Or smoke and ash obscure

This heroine so perfect

This child who was so pure

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But now her war is over

She never can come back

But I'll keep fighting for her

Oh my love, Jeanne d'Arc

We Try, My Love

I played you some music,
but the tone was downbeat and devastating,
you laughed,
and claimed it suited my melancholy nature.

I cooked you some dinner,
but the feast was drab and pointless,
you flinched,
and told me it was an acquired taste,

I read you some poetry,
but the theme became lost and confused,
you wept,
and lied that the words were beautiful.

Alone But Never Lonely

My tree fell near your house,
you were...Cold
so you butchered it for fuel.
But that old tree and I had seen so much,
I had nursed it through the empty winter
I had counted the leafs on its bare branches
I knew the texture of its rotten bark
I was aware of its suffering
I am glad it comforts you now
I am happy your toes are warm
I am delighted your toasting fork has a purpose

How Long Shall I kneel, On Your Eggshell Floor

How long shall I kneel, on your eggshell floor?
Will I stay here head bowed?
Afraid to ask you to stay
Afraid to ask you to go
Waiting for you to decide
Waiting for your just sentence
Asking for your unjust sentence
Asking for mercy
Begging for nothing
Begging for something
Wanting to love you
Wanting to hate you
Needing to hold you
Needing to let go
Desperate to say so
Desperate to say no
How long shall I kneel, on your eggshell floor?

Envelope Worker Seals His Own Fate!

Envelope worker seals his own fate!
I smiled at the non intended pun,
but not the dire consequences
the envelope worker had found himself in.
I suppose he had only himself to blame,
as I have blamed myself over again.

The bus driver grinned, and proudly declared
your my only passenger today.
It's your attitude,
I have observed people prefer a kindly nature.
My shopkeeper is kindly,
and enquires at my health
as he hands over my favorite brand
of smoking kills.

I leave the driver to consider my advice,
and continue to ignore my journey.
I turn to the next headline.
Fishermen win lottery and push out the boat!

If I Never See You Again

If I never see you again
The sun will still shine
Only to burn me
Rivers will still flow
Only to drown in
Birds will still sing
But carry no tune
Angels will still speak your name
But fall on deaf ears
Music will still be composed
To be played badly
Verse will still be written
But carry no rhyme
Dawn will still break
To my broken heart
If I never see you again

Torquemada Lay Down Your Burning Effigy

Torquemada, lay down your burning effigy lest you scorch the Earth.

Quell your fanatical enthusiasm for shaking your fist, and proclaiming-

repent, you are all off Gods Christmas list.

Torquemada, release the poets and the artists to their work.

Or rip out eloquent tongues, and chop off long fingered hands,

and let them be silent monks.

Torquemada, will you forgo the new inquisition, so that you may-

stamp out the insecurities of faith, with courage, passion and hope.

Or issue you proclamation of waste.

I used Poor old Torquemada as an analogy to make my point.

What I'm trying to say here is that faith, no matter your believe should be rock solid.

No matter what people say about your religion, it is only ever said through lack of knowledge.

But asking question of faith can only serve to strengthen it.

I Always Thought Your Eye Were Lovely

I always thought your eyes were lovely.
Such a well of secrets, you never truly revealed to me.
Oh how much depth they hold, I could sink forever-
but never want to return to gulp sweet air.
Ah such despair is mine that I am not yours.

I always thought your smile was lovely.
Lips parted that question ready, but never asked of me.
Those lips I have never kissed, I know are gentle,
but sent to torment me, every time they say-
my love, you are never mine.

I always thought your hands were lovely.
So warm to hold, gentle would be their caress.
Nails polished to perfection, finger tip to tip,
but willing to rip, this heart from its home.
But for your part, unready and alone.

The Diggers Song

I stood upon a moonlit glade-
on my shoulder rests a spade,
is the the spot where love was laid?

I stoop to dig my muscles ache-
how long must this digging take,
as long as will for my loves sake.

And when at last my efforts done-
my sweat burned of by morning sun,
there lies exposed my holy one.

Do You Sleep

Do you sleep? My lord asked me,

for your eyes they must be closed.

Or do you see what pleases thee?

That was the question posed.

My lord I cherish everything-

upon the Earth that moves.

From the smallest of all creatures,

to the beasts that walk on hooves.

Then what of man, who is your kin-

in every thought and deed.

All brothers and all sisters,

prey do you feel their need?

Lord, are they not unworthy?

As they murder lust and steel.

Then trample nations unto dust-

if they refuse to kneel.

Once I was Gautama,

a prince in my own land.

And I used to sit in wonder-

of the pleasures that where planed.

One day there came four messengers-

who refused to be ignored.

And each then took it in his turn-

to show me life and more.

Do you sleep? The four asked me,

for your eyes they must be closed.

Or do you see what pleases thee?

That was the question posed.

You Call Again My frequent Friend

You call again my frequent friend
So very eager to report
Picking at the bones of my lost love
Licking the wounds of my old hurt

Lets sit together and speak of mystery
And the songs we never sang
Weeping our old mans lament
For the bells that never rang

Lets sip our chocolate latte
Before we say farewell
And I'll make to you my secret smile
That only you can tell

And shall we meet again tomorrow
For I've nothing else to do
We can walk through endless memories
And talk of nothing new

Can You See Where The Hills Sleep

Can you see where the hills sleep
Undisturbed by your concerns
Gentle and rolling
Forever changing in their turn

And you my friend so tense
Angry and frustrated in your life
Look at the hills and weep
With the eyes that blind you twice

And can you feel the breeze
Soft as any lovers touch
But invisible to all outside
And to you who care to much

Oh can you hear the ocean
Weeping for her lost brothers
Never ending always moving
Are you moved by any other?

Softly Falls The Dust

Softly falls the dust again
And I know where I must go
It's happened all those times before
In a place I used to know

I made you say a promise
That I knew you'd never keep
But if promises are made to last
They'll last a lonely week

I made you swear to love me
But its true you never could
You said it was my sacred oath
That I never understood

So you fashioned me a burden
That I carry to this day
Ah but burdens are for bearing
And its bearing me away

Dream

My nights and days are incomplete
So where's the big surprise
I find the stranger become sleep
For all I see is just her eyes

You have to keep an eye on these two

Martha Said

Martha said that I could Love her
It was spoken from the heart
And in that misty moment
I was sure this was the start

We walked the road to Heaven
Where I kissed her stocking feet
Prey don't tarry there my love
For my lips they are so sweet

But my love I am a sinner
Yes but sinner come inside
And fall into my soft embrace
for my heart is open wide

So I spent the night in heaven
And I cherished her so true
Then when at last I said farewell
I whispered Martha I love you

Went camping for the first time in many years. Unfortunately the ground was to hard and it was absolutely freezing, so we didn't sleep very well.
But I did manage to take this picture at 5am. Nice sky.

If your wondering where this is, it's Pitlochry, Perthshire, Scotland

Long Night Of Angst

There’s an object of hope and despair
And it’s laughing at me from the table
But I'll fight to ignore it somehow
It’s that thought that’s keeping me stable

And I think that I know where you’ve been
But my cruel heart said he knows better
It’s a battle of wills he can win
Like the battle when you lost your sweater

And this long night of angst breaks me down
Like you broke me to your way of thinking
But this soul keeps losing ground
And it’s sinking and sinking and sinking

Me and my best friend

Buddha Days

Come over here and look outside my window
It’s just a metaphor for lists to follow
But we’re safe and sound inside my friend
Far away from all that’s dipped in sorrow

And if you ask me about my life that’s been
And all the Buddha days that came to pass
Then I’ll point outside just one more time
And whisper that my Buddha days wont last

Do you think it’s time to make our plans?
And step outside that misting glass
But if you and I where not so blind
Then we would see what’s coming fast

And now we look to the far horizon
And all those ships way out at sea
I think there sailing here to take us
But will our sailing make us free

I want to hold your hand forever friend
It makes me feel warm and secure
But if my Buddha days are finally over
Then was my faith so much a cure