Bursting the Bubble! [new sonnet]
It’s easy in this life to soon become
a creature of our habits (safety first).
But repetition only makes us dumb —
stuck in a bubble which, in time, will burst. Read the rest of this entry »
Burning Bridges [double-sonnet]
When burning bridges (so they say!) caution
should be exercised lest finding ways back
proves impossible – in disproportion –
compared to all the short-cuts on the track. Read the rest of this entry »
LIVING-ROOM VIDEO #38: “My Friend Called Pain”
LIVING-ROOM VIDEO #38: “My Friend Called Pain”: Newly-written song about my recent extended experience of pain and how I came to terms with it. I befriended it! More details in the video. On my next album (recorded in Athens? 😉 ), this will have The Big Treatment, complete with orchestra. Here are the lyrics:
When first she came to touch me as a thorn deep down inside,
I saw her as an enemy — an assailant of my mind.
But little did I realise when first we met that way
that she’d become a treasured vintage wine. Read the rest of this entry »
Independence Day Freedom Rap [lyrics]
My ears prick up when I hear the phrase “The Land of the Free”;
it neatly rhymes inside my head with “raw hypocrisy”.
Now that’s a perfect lyric-line which needs to be hard spat
by cowboys who have long outgrown their huge ten-gallon hats.
To celebrate their “freedom” on the 4th day of July
is an insult to those mill-i-ons of Indians who died
by the violence of the screwed-up men who rifled through their lands.
The country then was built with their cold blood upon its hands.
Freedom (chain-gang) freedom rap.
Verbal (tic-toc) acrobats.
Twisting (boom-bang) history
Tricking (bitch-slap) you and me Read the rest of this entry »
Sweet Surrender [new poem]
Of all the things I’ve done in life
or ever thus will do,
there’s only one which carries
everlasting consequence;
and that’s what I will share this evening
here and now with you. Read the rest of this entry »
Henceforth… [new poem]
Henceforth…
I am going to spend
whatever time I’ve left on earth
in quiet wonder.
That is all.
No other fool or feral spirit
now can pierce the sky I’ll make
containing not a trace
of iron or brass
or thunder.
No more to man the barricades Read the rest of this entry »
LIVING-ROOM VIDEO #37: “Blue-Eyed, Green-Eyed Girl”
LIVING-ROOM VIDEO #37: “Blue-Eyed, Green-Eyed Girl”. This is a metaphor-laden tale of no-holds-barred love. A lyrical ballad in folk (rock) style, in which you need to let the metaphors wash over you in order to grasp them; for this is from my soul to yours. You can listen to the song by clicking above. Here are the full lyrics: Read the rest of this entry »
Living-Room Video #36: “Impervious”
LIVING-ROOM VIDEO #36: “Impervious”. This is a song which I wrote yesterday. It is in a folk style with shades of early music influence. It deserves a lute, shawm, treble (alto) recorder, and viols as accompaniment. The first 4 verses are addressed to the forces of darkness, while the last verse is addressed to the audience. I hope it makes sense to you. Here are the lyrics: Read the rest of this entry »
The Anatomy of Betrayal: Exposing the Limits of Friendship
INTRODUCTION
Recently, I put out a double-sonnet entitled “On Friendship” which seemed to cause a number of interesting reactions. In this little article, I want to address those reactions. Read the rest of this entry »
Blueprint for the Coming Half-Century, 1965-2015
BELOW THIS INTRODUCTION, YOU WILL FIND A PDF LINK TO A DETAILED DOCUMENT, “Blueprint for the Coming Half-Century, 1965-2015”, which I wrote as an appendix in a book on which I’ve been working sporadically for some years, entitled “Reluctant Angels”. This brief introduction here explains its context, before you read it, so you will better understand it. This book is set during the countdown years of the present aeon, on the cusp of the new aeon, and it focuses on the ingathering and work of strategic counterculture groups around the world who refer to themselves as “Reluctant Angels” (for reasons which will become clear, as their job isn’t easy) in breaking down Read the rest of this entry »
The Naked Troubadour 