The words, poems, stories and thoughts of award winning writer and journalist, Nic Outterside
You smile
And your mouth says you love me
You laugh
And the world laughs with you too
You sigh
And my arms they do uphold you
You cry
And my tissues dry your tears
You break
And your eyes they see the distance
You sway
And the planet is still turning
You sleep
And I might die tonight
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
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
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
No Time to Think 