My Sweetheart

I had no idea from the start
You’d give me the key to your heart,
You turn my darkness into light
And make my day feel so right.

As the autumn leaves start to fall
I can hear you softly call,
Now let’s get the home fires burning
Draw the curtains come sit with me.

I had no idea from the start
You would give me the key to you heart,
A sweet kiss from your sensual lips
A perfect way to end my day.

I’ll give all of my heart to you
I’ll spend all of my days with you
I will always be true to you
My Sweet heart.

Stillness

Just a thought for the day as the crazyness carries on around us in a world full of delusion.

Stillness

Why chase the stillness
when the feral mind runs wild;
inhale, accept, exhale, be free
body still, body quiet:

take these precious moments
for they're yours
for you alone,
relax in the stillness of being.
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1977 Number 8

Being a teenager in the 1970's were certainly fun times, especially with the huge change of musical genres. As the sixties smoked itself into oblivion and the last petal fell off the flower power daze a new epoch of self expression was evolving.



Man with a stick climbed on board
the bloke in a cap committed fraud
girl with Mohican spikey red hair
smug flat cap he dodged the fare;

the dole delinquent single mum
mohican red hair chews on gum
the dirty old stick admired her tits
noisy school kids the little gits:

on number eights smoky top deck
teenagers smoke and swear like feck
a lamenting moan of a grubby drunk
back seats reserved for safety pin punks;

the drivers driving smoking his fags
the punks are punking anarchic gags
a spot ridden face full of hate
down the pub on bus number 8.