A dude with a sense of humour…for a while.
I’m posting the classic pre-Chef song
(though it was hard to go past Chocolate Salty Balls)
Woven patterns hypnotise and still me
A quiet expanse of softness
Woolen womb cocoons
Invites blankness and calm
Close and cosy. Eyes close.
Sleep sneaks, peeks, creeps and stays.
Dreams, curled and curved beneath,
Release sweet sighs and fly.
This song by the late Israel Kamakawiwo’ole keeps coming back to me; first in Fifty First Dates, then last year my SIL sent me a copy of it and the other night it was at the end of Life On Mars. It is so sweet and sad and I am wearing out my ipod playing it at the moment. Must be a hormonal thing. Enjoy.
Last night as I lay softly sleeping
I was disturbed by someone weeping
And the eerie sound of footsteps creeping
Whose were those footsteps creeping, creeping?
My heart beat with a growing dread
As a spectre formed beside my bed
Dull eyeballs hanging from its head
Such dread eyeballs in its head
The room reeked of its rotting bones
It opened its dead maw and moaned
Then spoke to me in mocking tones
I shan’t forget its mocking tone
“You made a wish that every night
Was full of fear and mortal fright
Your wish fulfilled ‘tis my delight
Oh yes, oh yes, ‘tis my delight
Tonight you can forget sweet dreams
This eve shall only bring shrill screams
Welcome dear to Halloween
Your own eternal Halloween!”
My deepest fears were to unfold
I felt my thumping heart stop cold
My skin grow wrinkled, pale and old
Once young now old, once young now old.
My mind could not believe my eyes
That wish I’d made now seemed unwise
There was no one to heed my cries
No one there to heed my cries
I begged the beast to let me go
To lift the spell that bound me so
I wept and cried, “Oh no! Oh no!
Oh no… oh no… oh no… oh no!”
The spectre, with contempt, he spat,
“Calm down, my dear, enough of that!
For no one likes a scaredy cat!”
Nobody…nobody scaredy cat!
31 05 2007
I love you
Shimmering and soaring;
Urged on by love and faith.
Racing, scaring, scattering
Dirty, dusty mongrel doubts.
Cannot hear my reassurance.
You are lost,
Returning to the dusty doubts
Chased and scattered,
Bruised and netted,
Like a mongrel
I cannot stop it,
Please come back.