Verses - by the artist
Painting
canvas primed
light good
image
inside my head
tick, tick, ticking
know what I am heading for
get to it on boats of pigments bold
first hit: composition genre hues earth reds synthetic blues inspired frenzy lay it on thin take it back needs to be lighter there here needs to be dark step back weigh it all up not going where I was heading for but so far so good
It is said
that any God worth his salt can create a new galaxy in a light year
second hit: paint some out keep the blessed accidents create new planes kill others increase the depth scrape dry brush what the fuck are you trying to say give it a rest turn your back return to it later
it is obvious
that art, like plumbing, is primarily a process of labour
third hit: see where you were going right going wrong had the tune
not the lyrics correct in melodies of colour tonal values subtle highlights
it is finished
looks good maybe sell it
Text Poem
we arranged to meet
in wormwood st EC2
been here for 30
where r u ?
still in roman road E3
decided u r not the one
I want to c
Broken Verse
|
In dreams of yesteryear
I fall into the past Like it was just today |
An empty space
Needs a place to exist So as to be empty |
We were all here once
Until one of us went away |
There is only one day left
In my calendar of hope Please, please fill it for me |
One day I will enter
A dreamless sleep Existing only Where others Choose to keep |
After Dark in London Town
Sun is down.
Moon is around
It is that time
After dark in London town;
Turn on the lights.
Cars arrive like bright-eyed fish
To swim the tarmac rivers,
In and out and all about
Are the ‘takers’ and the ‘givers’,
The ‘skinny jeans’ and ‘old has-beens’,
The saviours and the sinners
(Chorus line sung)
Is it heaven or is it hell
Oh the love I won then the love I lost
One dark night in London town,
A town I know so well
No need to go to old Soho
To indulge in some abandon,
The night is thick, so much to lick,
At every tube stop landing.
Hipsters chill in new gentrified hubs
Old geezers drink in old geezer’s pubs
While on the street are strung out youth
No longer can they tell the truth
Too rooted is their habit.
And the pretty girls drink JD thrills
Before they go out clubbin’
To urban beats and drug-laced treats
And maybe some sweet lovin’
(Chorus line sung)
Is it heaven or is it hell
Oh the love I won then the love I lost
One dark night in London town,
A town I know so well
The city night is like a Lady
Or be her a femme fatale
A pure one dressed in black; not white
Or a visitor from hell
No matter; don’t worry
Embrace her full in passions’ way
No need to beg a pardon
Allow yourself to be seduced
In this magical, night-lit garden
(Chorus line sung)
Is it heaven or is it hell
Oh the love I won then the love I lost
One dark night in London town,
A town I know so well
Sun is down.
Moon is around
It is that time
After dark in London town;
Turn on the lights.
Cars arrive like bright-eyed fish
To swim the tarmac rivers,
In and out and all about
Are the ‘takers’ and the ‘givers’,
The ‘skinny jeans’ and ‘old has-beens’,
The saviours and the sinners
(Chorus line sung)
Is it heaven or is it hell
Oh the love I won then the love I lost
One dark night in London town,
A town I know so well
No need to go to old Soho
To indulge in some abandon,
The night is thick, so much to lick,
At every tube stop landing.
Hipsters chill in new gentrified hubs
Old geezers drink in old geezer’s pubs
While on the street are strung out youth
No longer can they tell the truth
Too rooted is their habit.
And the pretty girls drink JD thrills
Before they go out clubbin’
To urban beats and drug-laced treats
And maybe some sweet lovin’
(Chorus line sung)
Is it heaven or is it hell
Oh the love I won then the love I lost
One dark night in London town,
A town I know so well
The city night is like a Lady
Or be her a femme fatale
A pure one dressed in black; not white
Or a visitor from hell
No matter; don’t worry
Embrace her full in passions’ way
No need to beg a pardon
Allow yourself to be seduced
In this magical, night-lit garden
(Chorus line sung)
Is it heaven or is it hell
Oh the love I won then the love I lost
One dark night in London town,
A town I know so well
The Way Things Are
Gaz was up the Roman Road
Trying to score some K
Elsie was still indoors
In a bad way
She had been contemplating suicide
Being big into death
Then some guardian angel
White-lined her a second breath
Aw but it shouldn’t be like this
For its like trying to walk on water
It’s like trying to shuffle sheets
When all you are trying to do
Is make ends meet
Aisa has two children
To a man she hardly knows
Was coerced into the marriage
Had nowhere else to go
It’s a long time since she danced the dance
Or felt the urge to sing
But she dearly loves her children
And that’s a good thing
But there should be more
For its like trying to walk on water
It’s like trying to shuffle sheets
When all you are trying to do
Is make ends meet
Teka is an illegal
Left her family on a far off coast
Came here for some milk and honey
Got as far as tea and toast
She earns a living cleaning the homes
of the middle classes
Half her wages goes on rent
Most of the remainder is homeward sent
For its like trying to walk on water
It’s like trying to shuffle sheets
When all you are trying to do
Is make ends meet
We are living in a Corporate owned society
Where everything seems bent
The top gangsters are the bankers
Drug dealers are heaven sent
We are sold illusions dressed up as progress
The sky is starting to look like the sea
Poor are getting poorer
Rich are getting richer
It is all getting surreal to me
We are in a crisis of political hegemony
Politicians feeding us lies and confusion
It is time we all got together again
And had a social revolution.
Gaz was up the Roman Road
Trying to score some K
Elsie was still indoors
In a bad way
She had been contemplating suicide
Being big into death
Then some guardian angel
White-lined her a second breath
Aw but it shouldn’t be like this
For its like trying to walk on water
It’s like trying to shuffle sheets
When all you are trying to do
Is make ends meet
Aisa has two children
To a man she hardly knows
Was coerced into the marriage
Had nowhere else to go
It’s a long time since she danced the dance
Or felt the urge to sing
But she dearly loves her children
And that’s a good thing
But there should be more
For its like trying to walk on water
It’s like trying to shuffle sheets
When all you are trying to do
Is make ends meet
Teka is an illegal
Left her family on a far off coast
Came here for some milk and honey
Got as far as tea and toast
She earns a living cleaning the homes
of the middle classes
Half her wages goes on rent
Most of the remainder is homeward sent
For its like trying to walk on water
It’s like trying to shuffle sheets
When all you are trying to do
Is make ends meet
We are living in a Corporate owned society
Where everything seems bent
The top gangsters are the bankers
Drug dealers are heaven sent
We are sold illusions dressed up as progress
The sky is starting to look like the sea
Poor are getting poorer
Rich are getting richer
It is all getting surreal to me
We are in a crisis of political hegemony
Politicians feeding us lies and confusion
It is time we all got together again
And had a social revolution.
