Staring at the rainbows, looking for that gold, but the rapeseed fields are glowing, maybe this is the tale, that old wives behold
The rainclouds are moving westwards, the birds come out to play, a panoply of music, surround sound, played the old fashioned way.
Then early evening approaches, starlings blacken the sky, like the black cape movements of a Spanish bullfighter, swirling, twisting, moving, to and bye
So why chase supercars or wannabe superstars when the mother of beauty’s high is free?
Why buy racks of shoes or this years blacks are blues, when mothers beauty you can see?
Holding your lover closely, moving with their time, soul to soul magnetic attraction, electricity, from skin to skin, slow rhyme.
Or watch a new born baby, open, screwed up eyes, or grab your little finger, for the first time, in a lifetime, lifeline.
So why chase supercars or wannabe superstars when the mother of beauty’s high is free?
Why buy racks of shoes or this years blacks are blues, when mother’s beauty you can see?
When mother’s beauty you can, see.

A friend for me is a lighthouse, through calm or thunderstorm,
Their light is always visible, to stretch myself and roam. Whenever I get lonely or feeling down and blue I call my friends to help me, stick me back with glue.
There are friends who give you laughter there are friends who give you hope, there are friends who pass no judgement, & hang you from a rope.
They agree when you are in the right & tell you when you’re wrong.
They give you strength to carry on  and prepare you for the fight.
But each time that I’m down, Its seems harder, harder to see, the rocks hiding in the fog ,are determined, to sink me.
When my boat has been listing helplessly with hungry sharks circling round.
I can look through my eyeglass confidently knowing a light will guide me home. There are pirates a plenty all dressed in black & others that look like you & me.
Ready to trick you & climb on board & push the scraps of your life into the sea.
So if you think you’re ready for the world at sea, Keep a lighthouse near you at all times, cos it takes sense & strength to keep you safe, and remember the Titanics claim - No boat is really unsinkable without many, watching the waves. 

I'm cruising along doing 83, Only my sat nav and radio talking to me. Trying to get home from this crazy world. When lighting strikes,,,with another text on my phone.
Won’t they leave me alone
Motorway bridges flash by like a metronome, cones & roadworks stopping me getting home. Selfish people, hogging in the middle lane,  And angry  drivers… give them, two fingered waves….  
Grey skies, grey cars merge with grey people, Mobile masts the modern day steeple. Pot holes, speed bumps corner street spy cams. A modern day scene from Orwells 84, What is life for?
Stop, go, one way, green to say its ok.  Pretend policemen on the motorway.
Thugs in white vans clamping parkers, But the towns lie empty…. And the planners wonder why….No-one comes to buy.
They say our average speed is less than  Victorians, but we’ve built more roads than Romans saying historians. Cocooned in our air conditioned, air bagged coaches, costing more dollars than the average 3rd world town,  we’re going down. We’re going down,

Traveling back at dusk from the city lights to the place that you call home
No faceless people, horns or grafitti, video conferencing on the phone.
Your cozy backwater where you’re safe and sound, the cat’s so pleased to see you he spins round and  around.
oh blah dah and oh blah dee on Sunday morning radio constantly la la lah life goes on
doo doo doo doo doo dah de dah de dah dah Cosy warm duvets and Sunday evening dramas
your business suit replaced by all day long, winceyette pyjamas.
You’re doing in a job that used to take two  for a deadline you know you can’t meet.
Your boss keeps quoting from the corporate bible that only quitters admit defeat.
In future weekenders when you’re drunk and chilled,  you’ll think about the young boy that work has killed.
oh blah dah and oh blah dee on Sunday morning radio constantly la la lah life goes on
doo doo doo doo doo dah de dah de dah dah Cosy warm duvets and Sunday evening dramas,  your business suit replaced by all day long, winceyette pyjamas.
I wanna go home to my world, I wanna go home to my world  I wanna go home to my world
And away from here

Walking along and the sun is shining, spring in my step from the silver lining cloud coming my way
Paddling pools are out and the kids are playing, parents chilling with outdoor dining barbeques and chilled beer
Then I saw your red dress and your smouldering eyes squeezed in your summer dress with sun tanned thighs, looking sassy, and so cool, uber , uber cool, summertime cool
I was thinking  how to approach you with a feeling of calm, knock you off your feet with humour and charm my way to your heart.
But ive lost my looks and my youthful swagger, replaced by the  baggage and the midlife dagger marks of love, and deceit. and Ive got the receipt, for deceit
I want you to be mine, I want you to be mine, if you’ll have me, if you’ll have me, my summertime sassy.     CHORUS
So I bowled over confidently with head held high, told a joke or two and to my surprise you smiled, with your eyes.
You see its easy to smile with a grin that’s wide but its your eyes that reveal the kaleidoscope inside your soul and what you really mean and what you really feel.    CHORUS

Lying in my bed and my thoughts turn to you, On a cold dark night , its all I can do
Gotta find a way, of getting back to you.
Thinking of the softness and the smell of your sweet skin, The curves and the hollows where nights would begin. And we’d lose ourselves in the flickering candle light.
Fascinated by the blur of your soft wings, even when sleeping the air still sings from the resonance and their warm waves.
Ooh my hummingbird,  oh my hummingbird
You said I was the bestest that you’d ever known, No hang ups or pressure just freedom to roam. But you can't cage a bird from a paradise world, no you can't cage a bird form a paradise world.
'cos if you love one thing for its freedom of expression, its wildness, kindness, to love without exception, then the thing that you love, will love more than you, then the thing that you love, will love more than you.
ooh my hummingbird,    ooh my hummingbird,     ooh my hummingbird, don’t fly away
The thing that you love, will love more than you, the thing that you love, will love more than you
don’t fly away,  don’t fly away,  don’t fly…………

Are you looking for the one who loves what you’ve become are you looking for your partner in crime. Are you keeping your options open for a rainy day, do you wanna be a friend of mine
Trusting people are rare these days, experience tells you why. But you can’t fall in love behind an iron mask cos your smile will rust when you cry
You’ve waited in the tower for your prince to come, to save you from the dragons fire, but you’ve seen to many frogs and the knights dressed in black, who’s armour’s just protecting the liar.
CHORUS
Now you’re battle scarred, dubious, and heard it all before, yet still believe in happy ever after, you want someone to love you for exactly who you are, to share your body, soul, and laughter
CHORUS
You can’t fall in love behind an iron mask cos your smile will rust when you cry,
you can’t fall in love behind an iron mask cos the beauty inside, will surely, die…

Your lips have gone but your taste’s still strong, logged in the memory of the nights so long
When we played soft music and drank chilled wine and the breeze pricked your body with goosebumps in the summertime.
With soft sweet kisses of a vintage kind, your legs entwined like a trellis wine and your whispers exciting like a sparkling wine. The memory’s fading but the sense is still strong, The memory’s failing and its hard, to carry on.
Your voice lies still but the sounds still heard, logged in my memory each precious word. When we laughed and joked about the birds and the bees in between the silence and the passion that only a lover sees.
CHORUS
Locked in time from senses so strong, logged in the memory of a physical bond, when we promised the earth while holding hands but the sands of time slipped through our fingers, to another land.
CHORUS 

This is a song for the love in my mind, these are the words that you’ll see in your eyes when I’m gone.
This is the melody and the rhyme, this is the poem the sonnet the once upon a time, fairy story.
Cos you’ve been the beauty for the beast, my Cinderella for my shoe.
And when I was lost and a lonely boy, my Tinkerbell was you.
This is the peace you’ll feel in your soul, this is the smile that you can’t control when you cry
Cos these are the memories pumping through your veins, controlling your lips as the salt water drains form your eyes.
CHORUS
This is the fable for good over bad, this is my soul played out to an everlasting symphony, in time.
This is the melody and the rhyme, this is the poem the sonnet the once upon a time, fairy story.
CHORUS
Once upon a time, me and you, once upon a time, me and you, Once upon a time, me and you

This is a song for you my Rose Tyler. Written by a would-be time traveling lover.
'cos when  you left that day, to travel home, I sat there dazed in a different time zone.
I'd watched you fingers touching the strings, gently, softly, it made me think, of other things.
But my legs were frozen and my head was thumping, tongue-tied I muttered about something, or nothing.
I wanna be, a time traveling lover, and you can be my pretty, Rose Tyler other.
We can fly through the years of the tears and fears, till we find a place where our words are free.
There's no cyber men, just my Tardis, you and me.
The truth in me, said stay and play, but my brain sent neurons to run, away.
But I have two hearts to handle disappointment, and your voice is my sticking plaster and ointment to my wounds.
I know you're happy and full of joy, which makes it hard to be truthful and not annoy, you
but i've learned over time to say what I mean, be true to myself and keep my conscious clean, there's no regrets.
I wanna be, a time traveling lover, and you can be my pretty, Rose Tyler other.
We can fly through the years of the tears and fears, till we find a place where our words are free.
There's no cyber men, just my Tardis, you and me.
This is a song for you my Rose Tyler. Written by your would-be time traveling lover.
Think I'll just wait, another year.  

It's  hard to believe when the sun is high that some people are cold and the world passes by, walking the streets, only a shadow for a friend.
Old people shuffling their children long gone, the young are too busy fighting the throng, to give them a smile, or ask, if they’re ok, today
Husbands & wives who left others yesterday, red eyed zombies, don’t know what to say, taking their kids to school crying all the way.
A jobless man, middle aged and speechless, takes another drink, regretting his weakness, as he stares at the wall, wondering how to pay the bills.
Sometimes life can be cruel and lonely, fighting a war with just you and you only,
No bullet proof vest or general to guide you home.
So if you see a soldier or a red eyed zombie, and old man lost in the aisles of sainsburys, give them a smile, and ask if they’re alright. Ask if they’re alright.