The Upper Hand [sonnet]
I think I see now how the story goes
each time you’re faced with danger in a man.
For danger in your love scenarios
means giving from your heart more than you can.
The time I saw the writing on the wall –
the golden clue to everything you touch –
was when you said these words (you might recall):
“Your company I will enjoy too much”.
Stockholm Cowgirl [song lyric]
I met a girl from Stockholm
A cowgirl (so she said)
Impressive in her rhinestones
She seemed a thoroughbred
But at the time I didn’t see
The spurs she wore below
Received her rattler snakebite
But I had no antidote
The Rising [song lyric]
Did you want to take yourself away in space –
lose yourself without a trace and be alive?
Listen hard with something other than your mind;
then so strangely you will plainly come to find
that you can hear the heartbeat of the world –
its secret soul unfurled.
It’s raw. What’s more,
you’ll ache for all the pain that power brings
and realise that you can simply sing
to heal it all –
just heed the call
to rise…
How did we come to reach this point
where everything seems out of joint?
The answer is discovered deep inside;
and then we have to swim against the tide
With courage we must act as one –
the power of words against the gun,
so we can look our children in the eye;
with love for every speck beneath the sky
Come with me and take my hand in harmony.
Make a stand and know you’re free to be yourself.
Do not fear the consequences of your deeds.
Now the time has finally come to fulfil needs.
You’ll find when you unlock the prison door,
the bird inside will soar
on wings and sing.
You’ll know in what direction you should go.
Towards your future you can truly flow
to heal it all –
just heed the call
to rise…
© 2011, Alan Morrison
thought dream [poem]
if this life
(as some say)
is simply an
illusion
then it is a
madly
recurring
one
Aloneness [poem]
Have you ever felt the icecold
gales of aloneness?
I do not mean
lone lee ness
which is something altogether
different –
simperingly subjective
and even desirable
(artistically considered).
Sensuality
Sensuality is one of the most misused and underestimated elements of life. It can be physically degraded in vanity and exploitation (eg. pornography, lewdness, etc.) or spiritually elevated in healing and lovemaking (eg. massage, tantra, etc.). Sensuality is often a missing element in music – although music is probably the most spiritually sensual of all the arts…
© 2011, Alan Morrison
Inebriation [poem]
Each time you phone me
in a drunken state
I want to throw up in my face
so I can feel the self-disgust
which you must feel
to want to risk all trust
between us.
Cupid’s Illusion [poem]
I’m such an easypushover magnet man
that any lovelyloving girl
could wrap me round her little finger
in a whirl
and there I would stick
while she rapidly shakes her hand
to get me to uncurl.
They know the game
and who can blame them?
It’s called Natural Selection
Survival of the Fittest
(There is no protection).
We are all simply following
blind instinct calls;
jungle activity even enthrals
unhairy apes (but inside their walls).
The Hanged Man [poem]
Hanging from a height –
your rope a way of keeping me at bay,
rather than a noose
(although it might as well be one!) –
I drop right out of sight
[although I think that I was never
In your sights
for anything more than fantasy,
consultancy,
Some token of exigency,
a convenience food
with which to ease
your pristine nights]
with you in your bed,
me in mine,
while you commit
your champagne crimes.
Love Addict [poem]
He stood at the foot of the mountain
with his hands in his pockets
and his heart in his head.
Looking at the summit
He questioningly said:
I wonder if I am totally in love
with love instead
of being in love with you?
This is a problem,
she replied;
and immediately fell to the floor
and desperately sighed.
(For she was no more alive
in his blinkered eyes).
The Naked Troubadour 