Broken Blood [poem]
You can latch your love onto
any one
of a million and one
Peninsulas.
It makes no difference
in the overall
scheme of things;
For all roads take us to home –
that sacred outpost of serendipity
and soul-centredness
which is way beyond the self
and every magic thing which can be conjured
in the galaxy of greed [take heed].
I can say this with confidence
for I have been there –
strutting on the rugged path
which takes you to land’s end
along clifftops and outcrops
excrescences and backdrops
designed to drain
the last drop of broken blood
from even the most hardened
of arteries.
Uncandescence [new sonnet/poem]
I lie in bed and scan the jet-black sky
For light which I can make my lone way by.
The billion stars which strew the galaxy
(Although so lightful that together they
Could send a blinding flash around my feet)
Are but pinpricks giving off rays too weak
To illuminate my stumbling weary
Fumbling bleary-eyed grudging undersleep.
Icebreaking Angel [song lyric]
I was waiting by a canyon
Never saw a rising sun
A cold wind wrecked my fortunes
Always went back to square one
Above me only dark night
And below me wasted earth
Each time I found the pieces
Every picture was absurd
All it took was one small phone call
And a voice to melt the snow
Bubbling from your radiant heart
With electric afterglow
You came right out of nowhere
On a mission with a plan
Then you said “I’m changing places
With a new me if I can”
I have Cut Off my Love [poem]
I have cut off my love
for you
Like sailors stem the strident tide
(I did it only to survive)
Pushed all the crazy paving way outside
That I no longer have to walk beside you
I have strapped up my arms
with glue
A jacket strait from padded cells
All wrapped up in my little shell
I hug myself in vain [my private hell]
That I no more can throw myself around you
Meditation on Midnight (2010/2011) [sonnet]
With heaps of darkened ashes stretched behind,
[Like dusty shrouds with traces (twisted time)
Of shameful things as well as the sublime
Of all the kindly deeds (and not so kind)]
The fading moments take their deathly toll;
While scythe-like shadows hover round the bell
The last remaining shudder sounds the knell.
(See the coffin decked in bright burnished gold).
Nothing Stays the Same [poem]
Even though our faces take the same form every day,
Secret changes happen there (the realful underplay).
The time will come when –
Looking in the mirror at our eyes –
We’ll see that transformation comes
And realise
Time flies.
Flotsam Jetsam [sonnet]
Appearing like the dawning of a day,
She slowly made her light shine in my soul.
Exploding like the sun’s horizon play,
While diamond facet glistening glows unfold.
Now mesmerised by all the shades I see
Or feel inside; and torn apart by grey
And empty prisms swathed in filigree,
My golden splash of glare becomes dismay.
When moonly tides turn waters into foam,
I feel my full desires begin to drown.
My passion waxed and waned (no more to roam);
All light delights and gleams you now confound.
The maiden of illusion fades once more
While I am all washed up on distant shores
© 2010, Alan Morrison
Strangled [song lyric]
Here is a song giving my personal take on organised religion – which I believe to be one of the greatest troublemakers in the world. Religion tends ultimately to bring death and destruction rather than life and creation. This world needs spirituality rather than religion…
You Didn’t Even Know [song lyric]
This is a little song (in style naive) which I wrote many years ago in praise of my ideal woman (who probably doesn’t exist)
When I looked into your eyes
And it took me by surprise
I saw you — I knew you.
Never thought that it could be
Doesn’t come that easily
I loved you — it’s all true
It all happened to me.
Two-Faced Man [2004 song lyric]
[As it’s Remembrance Day today , I thought I would publish on Facebook the lyrics to my 2004 song dedicated to George W. Bush, written shortly after the war on Iraq had been started]
The Naked Troubadour 