Genowewa
Thread and needle
needle and thread
keep us safe
strike our enemies dead
Sewing, sewing always sewing
when will the thyme come to reap?
Sewing, sewing, steppes of cloth
Stepping out of line from the Russians wrath
Thread and needle
Needle and thread
Rosehip tea and scavenged bread
Sewing sewing always sewing
no time to stop, no time to weep
Sewing sewing, growing hope
Sewing the way for me to cope
Needle and thread
thread and need
turning honey into mead
Thread to follow through the maze of life
Needle that pierces our pain and strife
Thread and Need
Needle tread
walk for miles
so many dead
Threadbare but sewing
sewing still
sewing healthy, sewing ill
Matchstick legs and needle fingers
life still here, life that lingers
Thread and needle
needle and three
walking West
to hope, to liberty.
Thursday, 4 March 2010
Sunday, 13 September 2009
AKIMEL O'ODHAM
Akimel O'odham
Crossing the Maricopa line
Feeling like its all a lie
The buckeyes grin
Take it on the chin
Don’t even question why
Pima county here I come
Not too sure if I'm the one
The sign in town says no solicitin'
But you go diving in
Salt River sings
Look what deadwood river brings
You find your roots with saguaro fruits
Coyote rides on in
I don’t know, don’t understand
How could they be underhand
You’d be amazed by
The Man in the maze
To see that we’re all lost like that man
This song was born of a dream- I wasnt even sure where Maricopa was or indeed if it existed until I looked it up, but it was clearly meant to be. It is dedicated to all First Nations people in the Americas who still suffer from discrimination and misunderstanding.
The Akimel O'Odham people were called the Pima by the first settlers- 'Pima' means 'I dont understand' and is deeply symbolic of the multiplicity of misunderstandings between First Nations and Colonisers.
Crossing the Maricopa line
Feeling like its all a lie
The buckeyes grin
Take it on the chin
Don’t even question why
Pima county here I come
Not too sure if I'm the one
The sign in town says no solicitin'
But you go diving in
Salt River sings
Look what deadwood river brings
You find your roots with saguaro fruits
Coyote rides on in
I don’t know, don’t understand
How could they be underhand
You’d be amazed by
The Man in the maze
To see that we’re all lost like that man
This song was born of a dream- I wasnt even sure where Maricopa was or indeed if it existed until I looked it up, but it was clearly meant to be. It is dedicated to all First Nations people in the Americas who still suffer from discrimination and misunderstanding.
The Akimel O'Odham people were called the Pima by the first settlers- 'Pima' means 'I dont understand' and is deeply symbolic of the multiplicity of misunderstandings between First Nations and Colonisers.
Monday, 10 November 2008
You and I
Where are we now in 2008?
Looking to the future, or is it just too late?
Black guy at the top is shouting 'yes we can'
Is he another liar, or is he a peoples man?
Struggling not to sink atruggling just to survive
most of us may feel dead but inside Jah live
Theres a way through the fog can see it in your eyes
Today you keep your heads down but tomorrow you will rise
To reclaim, to rise up
to forget about our shame
or are you happy in the gutter leaving everything the same?
You and I spell community
you and I spell true society
you and I spell equality
you and I- Rastafari!
Am I a minor player singing in a major key
Or am I a major player making music history?
So wheres the peace for me now late at night and I can't sleep
Keep thinking things don't want to think- I'm in too deep
Want to work with SPIRIT, want to be true
not for you, not for you or for you or for you
but for me to be free, live in my reality
yesterday was no way
but today we can pray
for tomorrow thats the thing
lets see what we bring in
You and I spell equality
you and I spell fair society
you and I spell fraternity
you and I
Rastafari!
Looking to the future, or is it just too late?
Black guy at the top is shouting 'yes we can'
Is he another liar, or is he a peoples man?
Struggling not to sink atruggling just to survive
most of us may feel dead but inside Jah live
Theres a way through the fog can see it in your eyes
Today you keep your heads down but tomorrow you will rise
To reclaim, to rise up
to forget about our shame
or are you happy in the gutter leaving everything the same?
You and I spell community
you and I spell true society
you and I spell equality
you and I- Rastafari!
Am I a minor player singing in a major key
Or am I a major player making music history?
So wheres the peace for me now late at night and I can't sleep
Keep thinking things don't want to think- I'm in too deep
Want to work with SPIRIT, want to be true
not for you, not for you or for you or for you
but for me to be free, live in my reality
yesterday was no way
but today we can pray
for tomorrow thats the thing
lets see what we bring in
You and I spell equality
you and I spell fair society
you and I spell fraternity
you and I
Rastafari!
Sunday, 26 October 2008
Satan Smiles
Satan smiles
"A terrible poem on the trials and tribulations of one poor soul"
Critics say "truly terrible" (the Guardian- of the gates of hell) "Worst thing I ever read" (the Mirror, in the bathroom)
Standing there he smiles at me,
all horned and red and mean as can be.
"Begone!" I cry "begone you beast!"
but it doesnt upset him in the very least.
"Im used to all these wails and cries."
he says as he stands there with his ghoulish smile.
"No ones pleased to see me any more"
he adds, brushing his forked tail on the floor.
"But Im here all the same.
Here to take you in my name."
"What's in it for me?" trembling, I ask
plucking courage in sips from my whisky flask.
"More money than you've ever seen,
and a hot new girlfriend who's barely 16.
She's a lovely girl with a great big rack,
and I'll even throw in a brand new cadillac,
and fame and glory, as much as you wish,
after all later on you'll be a tasty dish
for the demons and devils of hell to enjoy
-they always love playing with a brand new toy."
I pondered and thought for a second or two,
it didnt sound too bad but what was I to do?
"I understand we need to agree,
but I have to run, I'm desperate to wee
maybe we'll talk when Im back from the loo
but till then, its tarrah, and nice to meet you"
I said this nicely with a smile and a bow,
hoping to nip out and escape somehow.
He opened the door to the toilets for me,
and out I ran as quick as could be.
"Not so fast" he said and he grabbed my leg,
but I stomped on his fingers and kicked at his head.
he dropped to the ground with a groan and a thud,
and suddenly the toilets were covered with blood.
oh shit I killed him! I thought with alarm,
never mind, take deep breaths and try to stay calm.
i buried his body in the garden shed,
hope noone will find out that old Nick is dead.
Anyway its manslaughter, not murder, see?
After all he was the one that assaulted poor me.
So I killed him yes, but in self defence,
In the eyes of the law there's been no offence.
The devil's dead, i killed him you see,
and so far no come-back, i got away scot-free!
At night Im all horny and red and quite mean,
and my girl wants to know where the hell have I been.
we've just got together- she's really a dream!
But I cant tell her, she'll freak as she's only 16...
"A terrible poem on the trials and tribulations of one poor soul"
Critics say "truly terrible" (the Guardian- of the gates of hell) "Worst thing I ever read" (the Mirror, in the bathroom)
Standing there he smiles at me,
all horned and red and mean as can be.
"Begone!" I cry "begone you beast!"
but it doesnt upset him in the very least.
"Im used to all these wails and cries."
he says as he stands there with his ghoulish smile.
"No ones pleased to see me any more"
he adds, brushing his forked tail on the floor.
"But Im here all the same.
Here to take you in my name."
"What's in it for me?" trembling, I ask
plucking courage in sips from my whisky flask.
"More money than you've ever seen,
and a hot new girlfriend who's barely 16.
She's a lovely girl with a great big rack,
and I'll even throw in a brand new cadillac,
and fame and glory, as much as you wish,
after all later on you'll be a tasty dish
for the demons and devils of hell to enjoy
-they always love playing with a brand new toy."
I pondered and thought for a second or two,
it didnt sound too bad but what was I to do?
"I understand we need to agree,
but I have to run, I'm desperate to wee
maybe we'll talk when Im back from the loo
but till then, its tarrah, and nice to meet you"
I said this nicely with a smile and a bow,
hoping to nip out and escape somehow.
He opened the door to the toilets for me,
and out I ran as quick as could be.
"Not so fast" he said and he grabbed my leg,
but I stomped on his fingers and kicked at his head.
he dropped to the ground with a groan and a thud,
and suddenly the toilets were covered with blood.
oh shit I killed him! I thought with alarm,
never mind, take deep breaths and try to stay calm.
i buried his body in the garden shed,
hope noone will find out that old Nick is dead.
Anyway its manslaughter, not murder, see?
After all he was the one that assaulted poor me.
So I killed him yes, but in self defence,
In the eyes of the law there's been no offence.
The devil's dead, i killed him you see,
and so far no come-back, i got away scot-free!
At night Im all horny and red and quite mean,
and my girl wants to know where the hell have I been.
we've just got together- she's really a dream!
But I cant tell her, she'll freak as she's only 16...
Monday, 17 December 2007
the dog the lizard and the snake
The dog, the lizard and the snake 5th december2007
Inspired by J.Bacle
The dog, the lizard and the snake
He loved her madly, maybe that was the mistake
She turned up in the bar
And they went for a walk
She said she painted the sunset
But she didn’t want to talk
The dog, the lizard and the snake
she painted his life black
but he still wants her back
Turned up at the bar
And they went for a walk
Trying to get her back
But she still won’t talk
He looked into the lake
Tried to break the spell
The lake thanked him, Arthur
But he’s still in his hell
The dog gets up
The lizard stares on and she’s sleeping in the sun
She must be blind not to see
She was the only one
Crying like the poet,
Who cries out in his pain
Who looked for a princess
and found just a snake
the dog, the lizard and the snake
where is the princess
as he’s drowning in pain
On which side of the planet
On which side of the mountains
On which side of the coin
Is there a princess or a snake?
Inspired by J.Bacle
The dog, the lizard and the snake
He loved her madly, maybe that was the mistake
She turned up in the bar
And they went for a walk
She said she painted the sunset
But she didn’t want to talk
The dog, the lizard and the snake
she painted his life black
but he still wants her back
Turned up at the bar
And they went for a walk
Trying to get her back
But she still won’t talk
He looked into the lake
Tried to break the spell
The lake thanked him, Arthur
But he’s still in his hell
The dog gets up
The lizard stares on and she’s sleeping in the sun
She must be blind not to see
She was the only one
Crying like the poet,
Who cries out in his pain
Who looked for a princess
and found just a snake
the dog, the lizard and the snake
where is the princess
as he’s drowning in pain
On which side of the planet
On which side of the mountains
On which side of the coin
Is there a princess or a snake?
West Kennet
West kennet
Late at night
Dark
Frosty ground crunches underfoot
Fear grips my heart
It wont let go
Not sure I can carry on
Got there and standing outside
Slowly fear starts to slide
Im going in
Down the steps
Of straw put down some time before
Main chamber surprisingly dry
But for some reason I want to cry
Shot marks on the wall
Target practice for the small minded
Take them down and bring them home
Sad for them
They don’t see
Light the incense
Warm now
Rattle and hum
Rattle and hum
They join in
Lots of them
More than I imagined
A bit overwhelming
Stop
Silence
Then a reply
Freeze
More reply
I join back in
It starts to rain on me
But this cant be
Im inside
‘Even the water that falls from the mountain is warm’
A sign
Everything is fine
Drop down
What is there to be scared of?
One day my ashes will be scattered in here
If im lucky
Maybe my daughter will spend the night here
Maybe she’ll be scared too
Forget fear
Focus
Its OK
Time to go
Say thanks
Thanks for having me
Byeeee!
See you next time
Late at night
Dark
Frosty ground crunches underfoot
Fear grips my heart
It wont let go
Not sure I can carry on
Got there and standing outside
Slowly fear starts to slide
Im going in
Down the steps
Of straw put down some time before
Main chamber surprisingly dry
But for some reason I want to cry
Shot marks on the wall
Target practice for the small minded
Take them down and bring them home
Sad for them
They don’t see
Light the incense
Warm now
Rattle and hum
Rattle and hum
They join in
Lots of them
More than I imagined
A bit overwhelming
Stop
Silence
Then a reply
Freeze
More reply
I join back in
It starts to rain on me
But this cant be
Im inside
‘Even the water that falls from the mountain is warm’
A sign
Everything is fine
Drop down
What is there to be scared of?
One day my ashes will be scattered in here
If im lucky
Maybe my daughter will spend the night here
Maybe she’ll be scared too
Forget fear
Focus
Its OK
Time to go
Say thanks
Thanks for having me
Byeeee!
See you next time
Thursday, 13 September 2007
wine
The earth has spun full circle,
365 days later, and here you are
unexpected turns have led us here
Not where we were
Further down the line
Older, perhaps wiser
Different.
I hope we are more like good wine than cheese
A bottle fit for pharaohs
To be savoured over the years
But to stay liquid sunlight
Come harvest time
If we are to be made into wine,
I pray
We may share the same bottle
A young, fresh wine
To be drunk early
By lovers perhaps
Drunk on love
Fresh wine, no cobwebs adorn our bottle
A light kitchen, no damp cellar
A wine to share and make merry
A passionate wine
Earthy and fruity
Unrefined but oh so rich
Like our love
Limitless in possibilities
365 days later, and here you are
unexpected turns have led us here
Not where we were
Further down the line
Older, perhaps wiser
Different.
I hope we are more like good wine than cheese
A bottle fit for pharaohs
To be savoured over the years
But to stay liquid sunlight
Come harvest time
If we are to be made into wine,
I pray
We may share the same bottle
A young, fresh wine
To be drunk early
By lovers perhaps
Drunk on love
Fresh wine, no cobwebs adorn our bottle
A light kitchen, no damp cellar
A wine to share and make merry
A passionate wine
Earthy and fruity
Unrefined but oh so rich
Like our love
Limitless in possibilities
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