The more we push the more we then can take
We train like we are runners out to win
Just waiting for the differ'nce we will make
When we have freed ourselves of all our sin.
We give to those who say they are in need
We empty out our pockets at a price.
To let the others win is to succeed,
And in the face of malice to be nice.
So these are all the things that we were taught
To bow down and be gracious every day
He never once surrendered, never fought
But his resistance is the only way.
The lessons of the past have often shown
The strongest man is he who's not alone.
166 (12.01.2015)
There's no way I will go to sleep tonight
Without having completed one of these
It's been a busy day, but it's alright
I now have time to do just as I please.
So once again I sit and write for you
This number one hundred and sixty-five
It's not that I have nothing else to do
But more that this thing here keeps me alive.
It's an addiction now and I can't stop
I treasure these few minutes with my pen
Just waiting for the words to come and drop
Out of my mind and on the page again.
I guess tomorrow I will write as well,
But for today this is how words they fell.
Without having completed one of these
It's been a busy day, but it's alright
I now have time to do just as I please.
So once again I sit and write for you
This number one hundred and sixty-five
It's not that I have nothing else to do
But more that this thing here keeps me alive.
It's an addiction now and I can't stop
I treasure these few minutes with my pen
Just waiting for the words to come and drop
Out of my mind and on the page again.
I guess tomorrow I will write as well,
But for today this is how words they fell.
165 (11.01.2015)
In the corner of my double glazing
All wrapped inside your winter wonder web
Architect of miracles amazing
Man's such an unsophisticated pleb
Who can't build trapping structures to compare
With deadly lines that you spin out of lace
Which we see glisten in the winter air
Made visible by you and frost in space.
Poor creepy-crawly fiend with eight long legs
Quick terror scuttling through the house at night
Arachnophobic wife her husband begs
To whisk you speedily away from sight,
How spread you fear in so many a heart,
And yet can make such perfect, silky art?
All wrapped inside your winter wonder web
Architect of miracles amazing
Man's such an unsophisticated pleb
Who can't build trapping structures to compare
With deadly lines that you spin out of lace
Which we see glisten in the winter air
Made visible by you and frost in space.
Poor creepy-crawly fiend with eight long legs
Quick terror scuttling through the house at night
Arachnophobic wife her husband begs
To whisk you speedily away from sight,
How spread you fear in so many a heart,
And yet can make such perfect, silky art?
164 (10.01.2015)
Today in school we learnt to compromise
And learnt about a thing called censorship
And what each of these words itself implies
When we write things that cut worse than a whip.
So I had something inside I put out,
And my dumb bitterness it shattered you
With mournful sighs and cries you moped about
Until my posted sonnet I withdrew.
But I don't care, I didn't mean to harm
Our love which is more precious than all verse
Nor did I mean to cause you such alarm,
Or place on us some wicked voodoo curse.
For you and all the love with which I'm smitten
I'd burn up every word I've ever written.
And learnt about a thing called censorship
And what each of these words itself implies
When we write things that cut worse than a whip.
So I had something inside I put out,
And my dumb bitterness it shattered you
With mournful sighs and cries you moped about
Until my posted sonnet I withdrew.
But I don't care, I didn't mean to harm
Our love which is more precious than all verse
Nor did I mean to cause you such alarm,
Or place on us some wicked voodoo curse.
For you and all the love with which I'm smitten
I'd burn up every word I've ever written.
163 (10.01.2015)
So what's the point in this thing anyway?
I thought that it was meant to wake us up,
Instead you're asking me to turn away,
While you pour sedatives inside my cup.
I thought this game might re-open a door,
I thought that I would reap some sweet reward,
Instead it's just the way it was before,
You fall asleep and I just end up bored.
But if I give and give and give again
Will something brighten deep inside of you
Or will I just keep battling in vain
To try and get your passions lit anew?
At least one thing from this month I have learned,
The things you give are not always returned.
I thought that it was meant to wake us up,
Instead you're asking me to turn away,
While you pour sedatives inside my cup.
I thought this game might re-open a door,
I thought that I would reap some sweet reward,
Instead it's just the way it was before,
You fall asleep and I just end up bored.
But if I give and give and give again
Will something brighten deep inside of you
Or will I just keep battling in vain
To try and get your passions lit anew?
At least one thing from this month I have learned,
The things you give are not always returned.
162 (09.01.2015)
Old Petrarch quite liked Sonneteers to moan
Like him, for women that they couldn't get
He wanted everyone to fuss and fret
Although some of us like to be alone.
There are those who work best when on their own,
They do not want to compromise just yet,
But Mr Sonnet let himself forget
That some on earth develop hearts of stone.
At times we all put on a public face
So we can keep what we like safe within
And no one can our inner feelings tell.
Living alone is no more a disgrace
Than trying hard to cover up a sin
Like couples who fake love but live in hell.
Like him, for women that they couldn't get
He wanted everyone to fuss and fret
Although some of us like to be alone.
There are those who work best when on their own,
They do not want to compromise just yet,
But Mr Sonnet let himself forget
That some on earth develop hearts of stone.
At times we all put on a public face
So we can keep what we like safe within
And no one can our inner feelings tell.
Living alone is no more a disgrace
Than trying hard to cover up a sin
Like couples who fake love but live in hell.
161 (08.01.2015)
So now the weather's come to take control
And laid its grey oppression down on us
The darkest clouds across the sky they roll
And England's favourite subject we discuss:
"D'you think the rain is gonna last all day?"
"I hear that in the North it's due to snow..."
"It seems the winter's really here to stay..."
"So now the trains will all be running slow..."
Oh island with your crazy distant moods,
Oh windswept land of changeable extremes
I love the way your strange weather intrudes
On all of us and all our thoughts and dreams
And wouldn't England with no gift of rain,
Be dull as pleasure with no threat of pain?
And laid its grey oppression down on us
The darkest clouds across the sky they roll
And England's favourite subject we discuss:
"D'you think the rain is gonna last all day?"
"I hear that in the North it's due to snow..."
"It seems the winter's really here to stay..."
"So now the trains will all be running slow..."
Oh island with your crazy distant moods,
Oh windswept land of changeable extremes
I love the way your strange weather intrudes
On all of us and all our thoughts and dreams
And wouldn't England with no gift of rain,
Be dull as pleasure with no threat of pain?
160 (07.01.2015)
Inside the darkest covers of my skull
I see a light emerging from within
That changes all my life from being dull
To something filled with joy and capped with sin.
But now I do not want just fourteen lines,
And long to write a verse that doesn't rhyme,
I'm tired of how the sonnet it confines
And tells me what to do all of the time.
I wish my mind were free to think its thoughts
And that I could keep pettiness at bay,
If I could just be free of all supports
And let my thinking mind go on its way.
But we all chose the bed in which we lie,
And in this form I'm still learning to fly.
I see a light emerging from within
That changes all my life from being dull
To something filled with joy and capped with sin.
But now I do not want just fourteen lines,
And long to write a verse that doesn't rhyme,
I'm tired of how the sonnet it confines
And tells me what to do all of the time.
I wish my mind were free to think its thoughts
And that I could keep pettiness at bay,
If I could just be free of all supports
And let my thinking mind go on its way.
But we all chose the bed in which we lie,
And in this form I'm still learning to fly.
159 (06.01.2015)
So love is blind and sees not things we do
And does not count the multitude of faults
I find in me when I'm compared to you
And when your beauty my vain sense assaults.
I'm also told that love has flaming wings
And it can join us though we are apart
And that it can build up the tiniest things
Yet also melt the toughest, strongest heart.
So love is magic and has magic powers
And that's how I feel when I am with you
There's nowhere else I'd wish to spend the hours
And nothing else I'd ever wish to do.
So I will rest with you and talk and play,
And then repeat the same thing everyday.
And does not count the multitude of faults
I find in me when I'm compared to you
And when your beauty my vain sense assaults.
I'm also told that love has flaming wings
And it can join us though we are apart
And that it can build up the tiniest things
Yet also melt the toughest, strongest heart.
So love is magic and has magic powers
And that's how I feel when I am with you
There's nowhere else I'd wish to spend the hours
And nothing else I'd ever wish to do.
So I will rest with you and talk and play,
And then repeat the same thing everyday.
158 (05.01.2014)
Oh my right brain be my right brain, guide my
Left hand across this still uncharted page,
With words that tell you where they wish to lie
And hopefully can open up a cage
Or two. Speak to me inner voice I need
A clue to which way I should really go
Could you perhaps just plant a little seed
And let me know just how to make it grow.
Imagine falling through the thinnest ice
Imagine being washed away with words
Imagine floating far above advice,
Or flying with the feathered wings of birds.
So bits of brain allow me to do this,
Then help me gather all the things I miss.
Left hand across this still uncharted page,
With words that tell you where they wish to lie
And hopefully can open up a cage
Or two. Speak to me inner voice I need
A clue to which way I should really go
Could you perhaps just plant a little seed
And let me know just how to make it grow.
Imagine falling through the thinnest ice
Imagine being washed away with words
Imagine floating far above advice,
Or flying with the feathered wings of birds.
So bits of brain allow me to do this,
Then help me gather all the things I miss.
157 (04.01.2015)
Everything feels a bit sordid today,
Something's happened to the back of my mind,
Nothing is funny, I don't want to play.
The blue sky and sun's just making me blind.
I think today I'm thinking much too much
I don't know if I'm really here or not,
Reality is lost beneath my touch
I need something but I just don't know what.
Perhaps it's better not to write like this,
Not anymore 'cause now these things get read.
Best to pretend that nothing is amiss
And write a happy love sonnet instead.
I don't want readers to get all perturbed
Or maybe think I'm mentally disturbed.
156 (03.01.2015)
Let's talk a bit and then let's talk again
About the same thing twisted to the left
Then twist it to the right and with some pain
Write down the things of which we are bereft.
And then let's chat about that thing some more
And try to see exactly who we are,
And why sometimes to talk is such a bore
And silence is the better course by far.
I speak to you the depths of my desire,
You mention that the sky's a little grey
I try to use my words to light a fire
But end up with just petty things to say.
And so we talk in circles all day long
And never know or understand what's wrong.
About the same thing twisted to the left
Then twist it to the right and with some pain
Write down the things of which we are bereft.
And then let's chat about that thing some more
And try to see exactly who we are,
And why sometimes to talk is such a bore
And silence is the better course by far.
I speak to you the depths of my desire,
You mention that the sky's a little grey
I try to use my words to light a fire
But end up with just petty things to say.
And so we talk in circles all day long
And never know or understand what's wrong.
155 (02.01.2015)
You make me feel just like a clunking ship
Or like a discombobulated clown
Beside you as your feathered feet they slip
Along the path as we run into town.
I hear my breathing, wheezing at its best,
And see you breathless gliding on the wind,
I feel my body crying out for rest
Recalling every calorie I sinned.
And when you run your feet they barely touch
The ground on which I long to stop and sit,
Now I know why I don't like running much
And why I think this sport is pretty shit.
I'd much rather sit home and write these things
And give these simple words some sort of wings.
Or like a discombobulated clown
Beside you as your feathered feet they slip
Along the path as we run into town.
I hear my breathing, wheezing at its best,
And see you breathless gliding on the wind,
I feel my body crying out for rest
Recalling every calorie I sinned.
And when you run your feet they barely touch
The ground on which I long to stop and sit,
Now I know why I don't like running much
And why I think this sport is pretty shit.
I'd much rather sit home and write these things
And give these simple words some sort of wings.
154 (01.01.2015)
If all the world could touch equality
And see what it means just to be at peace
Would we not lay down our iniquity
And get wars and injustices to cease?
For man's created equal as all man
And springs in naked from the mother's womb
And though he tries his hardest never can
Take that used body with him from the tomb.
So really we are equal in great things
But war and inequality are rife
And though the bell of hope eternal rings
It's hard to think of mankind free from strife.
So earthly heaven seems beyond our scope,
Though we can dream, and dreaming live in hope.
And see what it means just to be at peace
Would we not lay down our iniquity
And get wars and injustices to cease?
For man's created equal as all man
And springs in naked from the mother's womb
And though he tries his hardest never can
Take that used body with him from the tomb.
So really we are equal in great things
But war and inequality are rife
And though the bell of hope eternal rings
It's hard to think of mankind free from strife.
So earthly heaven seems beyond our scope,
Though we can dream, and dreaming live in hope.
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