Tears Cry (Lyrics)

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Sun shines on the gloomy days

Dragging me out of bed

To live in another dream world

Painting pictures in head;

Reality can be so painful 

When nothing seems to be left

Abstract ideas of companions

Yet nobody is there

.

My tears cry on the inside, Baby,

Like filling a sea

On good days I can be sailing

No wave enough to stop me;

Without you day turned to darkness

A moon dragging up stormy seas

When I think at night, I remember the past

And I get that sinking feeling:

I’ll never be that happy again.

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Every day brings new opportunity

If only others believed

The monster they’ve seen within me

Is a love that used to be,

Nobody has true colour

When they all read in black and white

How can I live in real pictures

When I’m not allowed a proper chance

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My tears cry on the inside, Baby,

Like filling a sea

On good days I can be sailing

No wave enough to stop me;

Without you day turned to darkness

A moon dragging up stormy seas

When I think at night, I remember the past

And I get that sinking feeling:

I’ll never be that happy again.

.

I’d love you tomorrow

If you came back to me

I’d have a lover today

If that’s what’s supposed to be

But I go it alone

With some hopeless hope

And a bad recurring dream

.

My tears cry on the inside, Baby,

Like filling a sea

On good days I can be sailing

No wave enough to stop me;

Without you day turned to darkness

A moon dragging up stormy seas

When I think at night, I remember the past

And I get that sinking feeling:

I’ll never be that happy again…

Unless someone gives me a chance.

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People cannot hide or deceive forever. End playing games with people’s lives. Do not take ideas away from struggling artists without recognising their contribution otherwise they stop producing art. I hope the world finds TRUTH and stops those killing creativity and making others miserable through bullying or by blocking their life, or taking their ideas to use as their own.

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Your love is a trap* (Lyrics)

No longer asked are questions

We’re supposed to be taught

Is a man not a man when,

He contradicts theory of form?

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You look for perfection

But it’s only a thought

Manufactured as a copy

Something to be bought

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Your love is a trap

To hold us back

– A real time deception

– Imagined perfection

But, Life just isn’t like that!

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The truth is a battle

Between freedom and rights

Love and frustrations

In perpetual fight

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If you paint an image

Will it not fade in the sun?

Do you think every party

Is constantly fun?

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Your love is a trap

To hold us back

– A real time deception 

– Imagined perfection 

But, Life just isn’t like that!

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Do not take ideas away from struggling artists without recognising their contribution otherwise they stop producing art. I hope the world finds TRUTH and stops those killing creativity and making others miserable through bullying or by blocking their life, or taking their ideas to use as their own. 

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I painted a park (Lyrics)

Isn’t it funny how dreams can sometimes happen,

But when they’re real, they’re not how you thought it’d be

Like reading the final page of a story

One you were excited to read;

Who wants to know the score

Before they’ve sat and watched the match?

Who can wipe away the sorrow

From mistakes that were made in the past

And how can I tell you I love you

Now my echo no longer comes back

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I painted a park

In colours of words, that’ve never been heard

In hope that you’ll see

The meaning to me

And the reasons why

It wasn’t the time

I painted a park.

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Isn’t it funny how happiness can happen

But it’s gone before you realise it’s been

Like Christmas morning when you’ve opened your presents

And you can no longer guess what each gift will be;

Who wants to settle negotiations

Before they’ve seen what they can have?

Who can wipe away the sorrow

From mistakes that were made in the past

And how can I tell you I love you

Now my echo no longer comes back

.

I painted a park

In colours of words, that’ve never been heard

In hope that you’ll see

The meaning to me

And the reasons why

It wasn’t the time

I painted a park.

I had one view for my last post :o(

When the work is not viewed and shared, the artist loses hope, and the birth of new art ceases to be imagined

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Have you heard of the Helephant? (fun poem) ©

Early one, rainy morning

Came the strangest sound,

Where up against a window

Little Borris was peering out

 

He huffed and puffed

Wiping at the pane –

Wishing that he

Could rub away rain.

 

‘Oh the summer is meant for sun

So why is it rainy today?

I got up, nice and early,

So outside I could play!’

 

But still it poured,

Leaving Borris bored,

Wondering what to do?

So, he turned towards his Grandpa,

Thinking that he knew.

 

‘Huff!’ puffed out little Borris’ cheeks,

Pursing up his lips,

‘Rainy days and school days

Are surely the worst there is!

What are you doing Grandpa?

What do you do when it’s like this?’

 

‘Huh’ spluttered Grandpa,

Roused from a mini sleep,

Reaching for the remote control

Turning nothing off TV

 

‘Well, I’m not watching cricket,

Rain will cause delay.

I guess I’ll have to go to sleep

Until they start again.’

 

‘Boring!’ exclaimed Borris

‘Can’t you teach me something new?’

Something that I’ve not yet learnt

That might be obvious to you’

 

‘But I am old, as old can be,

What could I know that’s relevant?

My school days were filled –

with tall tales,

Like the life and times of Helephants.’

 

‘I know all about elephants’ sighed Borris

We read about them at school

I’ve even seen one right up close

On our trip to London Zoo.’

 

‘Ha ha ha’ chuckled Grandpa,

Out loudly to himself,

You’re thinking of a different creature

An easy mistake to make.

Helephants were like elephants

And roughly the same size,

But shiny black, not grubby grey

And of course –

They knew how to fly.’

 

‘Fly?’ queried Borris,

Puzzled at the thought

Of how such weight could leave the ground

And what would happen if it dropped.

 

‘Oh yes’ nodded Grandpa,

But really they would float:

 

Softly bouncing along the ground

Trunk held high in air,

Ears gently flapping in the breeze,

Always seen in pairs.

While elephants can spend their days

Wallowing in the mud,

Helephants don’t like the dirt

Preferring instead soap suds!’

 

‘How come I’ve not heard of them

Or seen pictures in my books?’

 

‘Oh they really were quite rare,

And I expect you’ve not properly looked.

 

You see’ continued Grandpa,

‘Helephants lived long ago

They were all – very best friends

With the Dodo;

But numbers kept on dwindling

Until both were left just with one.

 

When the final Dodo died

It broke the Helephant’s heart;

She decided to escape

And jump her way to Mars.

 

But the thing about Earth and Space

It’s hard to judge distance,

All looks different far away

To when you’re right up close.

So the Helephant she landed,

Not realising it was too soon,

Instead of landing on planet Mars

She’d jumped onto the moon!

 

And Helephants like all things – to be super clean…

 

So just imagine at her horror

When all she found was dust!

She quickly made herself a home,

And proceeded to clear up!

 

But moons are rather musty places

Which need constant work,

And the Helephant began to reminisce

About her life down here on Earth.

 

One night, she finally decided

That she would take a trip,

And secretly look around

The towns where people live.

 

But Helephants are rather shy –

She’d have to creep about,

Not making a single noise

To keep her out of sight.

 

On return to Earth, she couldn’t believe

Stuff people were no longer wanting,

Games and gifts, treasured things,

So she quickly started hoarding;

But it’s not easy carrying bits

Back up to the moon

So she had to change her mind

Not before too soon.

 

Now you must understand this,

About our curious friend:

 

Helephants are not naughty

But she doesn’t like to waste,

She hates to think things are forgotten about

Like her and all her friends.

So she gathers all the abstract stuff

That she can fit into her bag

All of it wasted importance

That once humans cared about;

Like the broken vows of lovers

Which are easily caught in her net

Unanswered prayers, and fruitless tears

Also she will get,

But most important are intentions

Which people haven’t done;

And wasted time on rainy days

When people could have done.

 

I can see you look disbelieving

So next time it’s a clear sky,

Gaze up into the starry night

And perhaps you might just spy;

For looking closely at the moon

You can see just where she’s been:

From Earth they look like craters,

But really they are Helephant prints.

 

Now, you had best, go upstairs

And think about what to do

Or the Helephant may come down

And your day – you will lose!

 

Go create with building blocks

Colour in your doodle books,

Make models that you’ve not made

Paint pictures in your paints;

Read that, which you haven’t read

Check out toys you haven’t played

Do the things you’ve been putting off

Then your rainy day you’ll save.

 

And if you are – still fed up,

You can always tidy up,

Because Helephants only search in mess

Places gathering all the dust!’

 

Up got little Borris,

Who quickly ran upstairs,

Leaving Grandpa all alone

Sitting in his chair.

 

Rain tapping on the window,

Was all that you could hear,

As Grandpa gently closed his eyes

Snuggling down to sleep…

Not noticing around him,

All was quiet and still,

Apart from the Helephant

Who had just floated in!

 

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Gremlins © (poem)

There’s Gremlins in the larder

Gremlins in the fridge

Said my little sister

Who’d promised not to fib.

 

What do you mean?

Don’t try to scare!

I yelled while pulling pig tailed hair

Ow Ow Ow! They ate

Biscuits and chocolate cake

See the crumbs, see the pear

She pointed at the cupboard bare

If that’s the truth, can you explain

Big brown smudges around your nails?

I tried to catch one, but he was quick

In my fingers, his chocolate neck slipped.

 

So what’s he look like, this Gremlin fiend

If you swear that’s what you’ve seen

Erm erm erm, he’s about my height, with similar hair

Around him you must take great care,

Be sure if you spy him, don’t try and retake

The yummy food…. or mix me for him – by mistake!

 

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Married to the dog © (poem)

It’s not how I imagined:

Being married to a dog,

Faithfulness unquestionable

Until we’re at the pub.

 

My Mother was the first to warn

That instinct controls the heart.

I really should have listened,

But, once together, hard to part.

 

It’s true you never take me out

And we dine in front of TV

I guess it’s better than being alone

Nobody to comfort me.

 

And though I do enjoy our walks

You never have much to say,

Sometimes I feel like your keeper

A distraction from your play.

 

And it’s true, that while I’m at work,

What you do, I never know;

I suppose I should be grateful that –

On return – you don’t want me to go.

 

And I know that our happiest times

Are when you and I have food;

We’re still better off than my best friend

Whose husband she calls a fool!

 

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