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Mr TrebusI didn't know, I told my friendsI only saw the odds and endsLittered over his garden.I didn't know, I couldn't seeThe person that he used to beBefore his confusion.We used to call the council tooThey'd charge him for the work, it's true...though he hated them.The blow fly problem abated for a little while.The rats had nowhere to hide until he provided moreaccommodation.I couldn't see, I told my friendsA garden full of odds and endsObliterated the man.I couldn't know, I didn't seeHe once was just like you and meBefore his confusion.The council took his stuff awayIt took them more than half a dayTo move it.We asked what he could possible want with second-handgarlic pressesand a pair of boy's shorts.I didn't care, I told my friendsHow many men the council sendsIt will not solve it.They'd need to know, they'd need to seeThe solution's clear enough to meHe needs to go into an institution.The council tried to talk him roundThey never gained an inch of groundHe was intractable.The junk helped him live his lifeOld air conditioners and wood for healing was anunusual approach....I didn't see, I told my friendsI hated all the odds and endsGathered with love.I wouldn't know, I wouldn't seeHe needed care from you and meTo cure his confusion.The council only saw the crapOnly television saw the chapUnder the junk.Even then, the hurts in his life were only diagnosableUsing the encrustation outside.FB 2005****RainingIt's raining tonightSmearing the light down the windowas though the paint hasn't dried on the nightIt's raining... Is it raining where you are?I can feel the rain wet upon my face...Many miles apartYou are in your eyrie alone and asleep,I am imagining you there, me there, us together, tonightIt's raining...Is it raining where you are?I am hearing the rain, in my heartThe moon, the same moonStares down at me, and watches over youI will take comfort from the silver moonlight falling on us bothIt's raining...Is it raining where you are?I'm seeing the rain illuminated by the moon, sparkling underfootLonely, I'm lonelySitting here, awake, alone... longing.I am imagining me there, you here, us together alwaysIt's raining...Is it raining where you are?I love the smell of rain in the grass at nightCan I take the step toward you,Out into the night?Can I take the step to another lifeThat may mend or break my heart?Can I take you from your life, make you step lightly into mine?Can I live without you still?It's raining...Is it raining where you are?I can taste the rain tears, salt upon my tongue....****Spirits risingThey left expecting ordinary daysInstead found they were going on a different sort of journeyThey left their cups of coffee and unpaid billsStepped out of their homes and away from their livesAnd can't returnInstead their souls set free today,In darkness and confusion,In smoke and pain,Soared away from their broken bodiesInto a life beyondLight a candle for their friendsand their families.Light a candle for their children...Their wives and mothers...Husbands and fathers...Light a candle for the lossBut their souls were set free todayInto a life beyondThe people in real need of light,Of prayers and illuminationSet those bombs****heart songif i could write my heart out loudi'd colour all my words with youif i could only capture thisi'd seal it up inside a kissif you could love me half as muchas i'd love you, forgetting fearwe'd live in poverty and blissand i'd forget to go to work....***Inside meWeeping for stars in theSmallness of living, I Want to be sky-boundAnd light up the night.Show me a man,be he dead, be he livingWho couldn't aspire to the ends of the sky.Small though he seemsIn perspectives of moonlight,Inside he just knows That his soul longs for space...But his greatness, unboundedServes only to show him That no-one around himCan perceive his plight.Inside I have songs,I have books, I have beauty,Inside are componentsFor epics and dance.If only my maker hadMade me a key toUnlock the creations Locked up in my mind.***Roman SoldierDead and goneDead and goneProud, TallBut dead and gone,Young, strong butBuried now,Long ago hisFurrowed brow,Strained with toilAnd worry now,He's dead and goneDead and gone.***InsomniaIt can't get any darker tonight.Before the dawn draws thinly over Skies of deepest blue,It can't get any darker tonight.Sunrise may plunge fingersSinging into darkness, butIt can't get any darker tonight.My life is laid out fracturedLike an old and cracking photographThat lies and it lies quietlyOf unforgotten years.I search the hidden cornersOf my deeply buried memoriesRemember in those silent hoursThe child I used to be.It won't get any darker, tonight...***PremonitionIs this then how my love shall endIn lonely cards and faded photographs?Crumpled cigarette packets.Or will it last forever and gently fade,like the sweet dead smell of pot-pourriMade from the roses that you bought me?Can I not just stop the clock at five-to-oneAnd you forever telling me I am beautiful?
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