A love for me
Doesn't have to be remembered every February 14th
It can be celebrated any day you want
A love song to me
Doesn't have to be Number One for Sixteen bloody weeks!!!
It may be the song hanging around a Number Hundred and Three
A lover for me
Doesn't need pearl white smiles and a movie star address
They might be an amateur with walls that wobble
A loving feeling for me
Doesn't have to be the hot strum of a Spanish guitar
It could be the tiny ting of the quiet triangle
A love for me
Doesn't need to be explained or complicated
It could be a feeling that feels just like being in love.
© 2007 Steven Pottle
(c) Steven Pottle 2007
Wednesday, 27 February 2008
“Quick, The Dock Leaves!”
Pen inked hands full of reminders and signals
Remember that there are no signposts deep in the jungle
The little nicks on each and every finger that indicate either fighting or trying
And his jeans are too long so they twiddle into every puddle, all of the shit and leaf muddles
Again he falls with bow and arrow taking the aim in spite of the pain and sorrow
As he thuds to the floor, he screams for more as he knows that it’ll all be worth it
Despite all the tears and the horror, he may stumble upon the finding and honour
He’d risk his life and mind because he once knew of love before
You can repair him with medicine so natural that it jumps from the breast
A little heart help required to see him through the worst of his deaths
That tiny bright light that always pulls him through the darkest of paths
A warm hand that reaches beyond the call of duty to soothe and show beauty
Standing tall on the front line with his hand clenched on the left of his chest
His eyes tight shut, hope is his only protection against what ever happens next…
There must be someone, somewhere and so he chances everything to declare:
“They say that the best things in life are free,
So here I am: good for nothing…
Come and find me"
© 2007 Steven Pottle
Remember that there are no signposts deep in the jungle
The little nicks on each and every finger that indicate either fighting or trying
And his jeans are too long so they twiddle into every puddle, all of the shit and leaf muddles
Again he falls with bow and arrow taking the aim in spite of the pain and sorrow
As he thuds to the floor, he screams for more as he knows that it’ll all be worth it
Despite all the tears and the horror, he may stumble upon the finding and honour
He’d risk his life and mind because he once knew of love before
You can repair him with medicine so natural that it jumps from the breast
A little heart help required to see him through the worst of his deaths
That tiny bright light that always pulls him through the darkest of paths
A warm hand that reaches beyond the call of duty to soothe and show beauty
Standing tall on the front line with his hand clenched on the left of his chest
His eyes tight shut, hope is his only protection against what ever happens next…
There must be someone, somewhere and so he chances everything to declare:
“They say that the best things in life are free,
So here I am: good for nothing…
Come and find me"
© 2007 Steven Pottle
"Bank"
Sit by the riverside
All film scene and wide
Drawing a love heart in the dust
The stick broke before I could finish it
So I just have to tell you that I love you
Go down to the pebbles
They are there to be pelted
Only then to be flushed away by the boats
You were left empty handed
So I gave you some of mine
Sit by the waterside
Nature is so much greater than me
I was pushed into existing
So I make the most of a situation
By making the best of a life
And I think that you should know that I love you.
© 2007 Steven Pottle
All film scene and wide
Drawing a love heart in the dust
The stick broke before I could finish it
So I just have to tell you that I love you
Go down to the pebbles
They are there to be pelted
Only then to be flushed away by the boats
You were left empty handed
So I gave you some of mine
Sit by the waterside
Nature is so much greater than me
I was pushed into existing
So I make the most of a situation
By making the best of a life
And I think that you should know that I love you.
© 2007 Steven Pottle
“The Sky At Night”
When the moon is high and it's allowed to shine bright
The highway of the stars are silver in their light
The sky is sometimes clear considering this is rainy Norfolk
But mostly there is just too much light pollution
And so you never get to see the wishes that dart across the night
Which means that we’ll never get to see the big one that’s heading our way…
Inside my house I am hidden in dimmer switches-
I feel that I am cocooned
I know that under a 100 watt you can see the whole of the room
And so I am exposed to what ever wants to get me
So I retire this sofa to go upstairs
I know that love is up there already safe in sleep
"Please cradle me baby in arms and palms"
As good love finally finds these streets calm
And another lullaby says goodbye to the stars in the sky at night.
© 2007 Steven Pottle
The highway of the stars are silver in their light
The sky is sometimes clear considering this is rainy Norfolk
But mostly there is just too much light pollution
And so you never get to see the wishes that dart across the night
Which means that we’ll never get to see the big one that’s heading our way…
Inside my house I am hidden in dimmer switches-
I feel that I am cocooned
I know that under a 100 watt you can see the whole of the room
And so I am exposed to what ever wants to get me
So I retire this sofa to go upstairs
I know that love is up there already safe in sleep
"Please cradle me baby in arms and palms"
As good love finally finds these streets calm
And another lullaby says goodbye to the stars in the sky at night.
© 2007 Steven Pottle
“Adios Kansas”
A hand falls by the waist side
Police approach the pavement wide
Cats run for the safety of a parked car
And underneath they hide
A heart failed to keep up the beats
Uniformed feet move in close to the scene
Tapping at a blood stained jumper
Seeing if something still moves under
But he watched his world crumble
The planets humbled
As Hollywood was projected onto the moon
So no more screams from these streets
No more sounds of sudden feet
My best friend has left me all too soon
Now please carry his soul to a nicer place-
One of unbroken sunshine
One with endless funnies
And he’ll feel free to jump into the water there
The sea will be light blue and see through
Just like the sky…
Hope he’ll make some great mates
Hope he’s finally found his Emerald City
Maybe one day I will see him again-
So now I’m looking for my tornado.
© 2007 Steven Pottle
Police approach the pavement wide
Cats run for the safety of a parked car
And underneath they hide
A heart failed to keep up the beats
Uniformed feet move in close to the scene
Tapping at a blood stained jumper
Seeing if something still moves under
But he watched his world crumble
The planets humbled
As Hollywood was projected onto the moon
So no more screams from these streets
No more sounds of sudden feet
My best friend has left me all too soon
Now please carry his soul to a nicer place-
One of unbroken sunshine
One with endless funnies
And he’ll feel free to jump into the water there
The sea will be light blue and see through
Just like the sky…
Hope he’ll make some great mates
Hope he’s finally found his Emerald City
Maybe one day I will see him again-
So now I’m looking for my tornado.
© 2007 Steven Pottle
“Betamax”
You make me feel the 6 foot man that I am
You make me 9 inches more than I first appear
You are the plans for successful building
You are the foundations that shakes the fear.
You are my twin
You are my best friend
You are a stranger
You are safe and you are danger…
You are the pixilated parts in censorship-
And that mini-second exciting pornographic flick
You are watching patiently for more
You are rewind and you are pause.
© 2007 Steven Pottle
You make me 9 inches more than I first appear
You are the plans for successful building
You are the foundations that shakes the fear.
You are my twin
You are my best friend
You are a stranger
You are safe and you are danger…
You are the pixilated parts in censorship-
And that mini-second exciting pornographic flick
You are watching patiently for more
You are rewind and you are pause.
© 2007 Steven Pottle
“Here On Earth”
My sisters used to dance the dance of freedom
But then husbands came along and made them forty year old cleaners
They don’t understand the children that they used to be
And tonight at this party they don’t want to move with anyone
So I try to pull them to their shy, tired feet and remind them of their teenage beat
“Because the parties end suddenly
With your hair speckled Grey
Losing another weekend to illness and decay
You’ll look behind and wonder where the road was taking you-
You’ve always hated the phone, but one day it will no longer ring”
With cake in one hand and champagne glass in the other
I shudder to a halt and consider my own years being alive
My Mum used to say, “Fight with who you need to and love whoever needs you”
She is choice wise with her words that still laugh through the best Rum and Coke parties around
Dad was always so moo hearted, but he still stands strong before all my sisters- even the one’s that aren’t naturally his
He breathes a sigh of relief to their streets of terrible fenced in history
Like a weed trying to survive through concrete
It can still grow without raindrops or sunshine
And when the buildings begin to fall
The strangers start to jump
And the undergrounds explode
There at the end is that weed pushing forward while being pleased with it’s root beginnings...
I want to be the one that survives a death before my time
I could be a someone that stretches beyond a dark sky
I would love to be something other than just another birth
I want to be alive with minutes, people and feelings while living here on earth.
© 2007 Steven Pottle
But then husbands came along and made them forty year old cleaners
They don’t understand the children that they used to be
And tonight at this party they don’t want to move with anyone
So I try to pull them to their shy, tired feet and remind them of their teenage beat
“Because the parties end suddenly
With your hair speckled Grey
Losing another weekend to illness and decay
You’ll look behind and wonder where the road was taking you-
You’ve always hated the phone, but one day it will no longer ring”
With cake in one hand and champagne glass in the other
I shudder to a halt and consider my own years being alive
My Mum used to say, “Fight with who you need to and love whoever needs you”
She is choice wise with her words that still laugh through the best Rum and Coke parties around
Dad was always so moo hearted, but he still stands strong before all my sisters- even the one’s that aren’t naturally his
He breathes a sigh of relief to their streets of terrible fenced in history
Like a weed trying to survive through concrete
It can still grow without raindrops or sunshine
And when the buildings begin to fall
The strangers start to jump
And the undergrounds explode
There at the end is that weed pushing forward while being pleased with it’s root beginnings...
I want to be the one that survives a death before my time
I could be a someone that stretches beyond a dark sky
I would love to be something other than just another birth
I want to be alive with minutes, people and feelings while living here on earth.
© 2007 Steven Pottle
"Half Full"
The tingle of a touch
That ripples through the hairs on an arm
Those smooth arms now resemble chicken skin
They giggle and smile
A shudder of anticipation
They know how they feel
But they enjoy the pretending
The flashing hundred thoughts
They excite, take flight and switch in mid air
Leaving them all silly for a second
Who’s eyes were first?
Those blue pupils slid upwards so quickly-
Knowing that confrontation says everything
We agree silently with a wink or light twinkle
Raise an eyebrow to close all questions
Together we see in the night
And the dark gets involved and gently leans against the window
As the street lamps outside path off into the future
I turn back to you with serene, silent happiness…
Bringing tonight to a close and all hopes have overflowed.
© 2007 Steven Pottle
That ripples through the hairs on an arm
Those smooth arms now resemble chicken skin
They giggle and smile
A shudder of anticipation
They know how they feel
But they enjoy the pretending
The flashing hundred thoughts
They excite, take flight and switch in mid air
Leaving them all silly for a second
Who’s eyes were first?
Those blue pupils slid upwards so quickly-
Knowing that confrontation says everything
We agree silently with a wink or light twinkle
Raise an eyebrow to close all questions
Together we see in the night
And the dark gets involved and gently leans against the window
As the street lamps outside path off into the future
I turn back to you with serene, silent happiness…
Bringing tonight to a close and all hopes have overflowed.
© 2007 Steven Pottle
“Shadow People”
You deal with the innards of machines
I love and hate the human emotions
You may think you see me out of the corner of your eye-
The part where the blood and the lashes lay
But I move in a different speed
So are you faster or slower than me?
© 2007 Steven Pottle
I love and hate the human emotions
You may think you see me out of the corner of your eye-
The part where the blood and the lashes lay
But I move in a different speed
So are you faster or slower than me?
© 2007 Steven Pottle
Thursday, 6 September 2007
"The Meaning Of Life"
The batteries were low when the speed was needed
Just when a life ran towards the unknown with no brakes
My well thought out kind words and stretched out arms were always
going to be too late…
I still haven't an answer or an explanation as to why this happened
But the early mornings won't let me forget it in a hurry.
With every turned corner that throws forward a new street
With a sudden smile that could be hiding a good friend
Remember to smile back and speak to those strangers
You never know what you're going to get…
And isn't that the best,
Isn't that what life is all about?
My attention was grabbed and hidden in something stupid
I didn't see you upset or giving us the look of 'help me'
Now my late concerns and frantic searching have only left me broken
and confused…
I wish you could tell me what to say- then I would say it now
I wish you could tell me what to do- then I would do it straight away.
Those kind of stars don't get the chance to shine very often
So try to catch them whenever they are shooting by
Empty your pockets of money and numbers to keep the real special things safe
You never know what will happen on a night like this…
It's good to be unprepared and surprised,
So that you can say that you are really living your life.
(c) Steven Pottle 2007
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