The False Widow

The dawn it screams in anger

How can it now be true?

How can the hope that dangled

Briefly

Be sewn with weeds anew?

The False Widow smiles insanely

Her web is woven tight

The Puppet Master dances

Madly

Until there is no fight

The morning conjures bleakly

How quickly life can change

They measured their options

Clearly

Behind the kitchen range

The False Widow smiles insanely

Her web is woven tight

The Puppet Master dances

Madly

Until there is no fight

The noontime sun advances

Their motives are quite clear

The marionette now stands

Sadly

Looking beyond the frozen sphere

The False Widow smiles insanely

Her web is woven tight

The Puppet Master dances

Madly

Until there is no fight

So evening calls more quietly

A vague hope it still clings

Touching love and life

Sincerely

And cutting webs and strings

The False Widow smiles insanely

Her web is woven tight

The Puppet Master dances

Madly

Until there is no fight

So dust the broom in moonlight

Keep it clean and new

The way ahead still lies

Clearly

Until morning’s early dew

Poem: Fanny by Gaslight

Fanny turn the gaslight up
And tell me what you see
Your vision has been clouded
Do you still remember me?
The lies and old malt whisky
Have poisoned all that’s good
Your captives have been clever
Don’t let us be misunderstood

Fanny turn the gaslight up
And cut the wick down low
Your memory has been twisted
And truth returns too slow
The lies and old malt whisky
Have poisoned all that’s good
Your captives have been clever
Don’t let us be misunderstood

Fanny turn the gaslight up
Now open the curtains wide
The horizon goes on forever
And I am on the other side
The lies and old malt whisky
Have poisoned all that’s good
Your captives have been clever
Don’t let us be misunderstood

Fanny turn the gaslight up
Pack your toothbrush and your comb
The train awaits on platform six
So make your way back home
The lies and old malt whisky
Have poisoned all that’s good
Your captives have been clever
Don’t let us be misunderstood

Poem: Spring Song

My life was filled with hope and wonder
The garden was so full
The apple blossom of my senses
And clouds of cotton wool

Where are they now?
Where are they now?
My children are gone
How can I go on?

I played in meadows of green pasture
The innocence of youth
The stinging nettles pricked my ankles
Learning lies from truth

Where are they now?
Where are they now?
My children are gone
How can I go on?

I stumbled crying in darkened forests
Terror filled my eyes
The guilt it choked me like a bullet
The pain had no disguise

Where are they now?
Where are they now?
My children are gone
How can I go on?

I looked for love in the face of strangers
Nothing could be found
I married blindly to be normal
But normality was drowned

Where are they now?
Where are they now?
My children are gone
How can I go on?

The spirit in the dark green bottles
Soothed the pain inside
Numbed my senses and the nightmares
The heart of me had died

Where are they now?
Where are they now?
My children are gone
How can I go on?

But then the dawn it broke quite quickly
I let my world break down
In the arms of love forever
All I lost was found

Where are they now?
Where are they now?
My children are gone
How can I go on?

And so we walk a chosen pathway
The horizon’s bright and clear
Holding on to those around me
Beyond the next frontier

Where are they now?
Where are they now?
My children are gone
But I have to go on