Yellow pages in a blue chest of drawers

 I once stole a yellow pages from off the steps

Of a lovely New York building

In a lovely Greenwich Village

My idea

Was to give it as a gift

To my brother

A something you can’t buy

I remember the yellow pages ending up in the top drawer

Of a blue chest of drawers i had left in my lovers garden

Later after we had sadly split up

I returned to her and her garden

To find the yellow pages intact in the blue chest of drawers

But of course out of date

Further i found that the blue chest of drawers

Was in more of a sad state than i wanted it to be in

I looked through the drawers for hours

Finding only life changing invoices

That were unpaid and very very late
pauliepaul

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Shed with love

Sitting out back in the shed

Left to me by the only person who knew i loved his shed

I thought i might be mad but was so full of the idea

That tomorrow i might be glad

Thinking out back in the shed

About the things that might happen ahead

In my life

About my trouble, and strife

Sitting out back in my shed

With the love as power

For me to think ahead

And carefully think about where to tread

Left to me by the only person

Who’s shed was a dream for me

Not a scheme for me

With the power of love for free

pauliepaul

A Crouch End Xmas x

A Crouch End Xmas x

All i want

From Santa is my lost love back.

Just for a day

For a walk, and a talk

So much to say on a Xmas day

And when the Crouch End clock chimes on this Winter night

Reminding me i loved after just one sight

Why did she have to leave me on a Xmas night

When my tears shined bright

In the happy Xmas lights

Do you think it was easy to leave you on this Xmas night

When i remembered so

As you kissed me in the snow

I’m so sorry

But no

Wish i knew what you’d say to me

On a Xmas day

And when the Crouch End clock chimes on this winter night

Reminding me i loved her after just one sight

Why did she have to leave me on a Xmas night

When my tears shined bright

In the happy Xmas lights

If i could

what i’d say on a Xmas day

If i get the chance

To see your lovely face

Is all i want to do

Is kiss you in the snow

Because i love you so

And you need to know

And when the Crouch End clock chimes on this winter night

Reminding me i loved her after just one sight

Why did she have to leave me on a Xmas night

And i make so sure i know what i want to say

When i meet her tomorrow

On a Xmas day ❤️

always there

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Sitting wondering how and why the path that seemed so clear became a chore.

As well as knowing well how well you know when to wrap up things for the best.

Hurt is not the same these days, and after a mourn the new morning will soon smell of smiles and dreams of honesty and care.

Are always there.

pauliepaul

Three Jacks

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The first Jack I met was Jack Robinson. I was working at Corsica Studios and in walked Vagabondz.
Jack either had vision? or more front than Harrods?
Turned out to be vision and belief.
Then i met the first Jacks Dad. In fact i will always remember meeting him at more than one of Jack’s Vagabondz.

You see i didn’t know that the first Jacks Dad was Dave Robinson, part of British music history, and so full of stories about Stiff Records and more well i was in awe.
And i well knew that Jacks Dad was proud of his Son who inherits his ability to think outside of a mundane mainstream.
Yes this was the first fond of Jack i met.

Jack Robinson
Jack Robinson

The second Jack i met was Jack Tactics. A Jack with a genuine aura and a musician far beyond his recognition.
Once witnessing him songwriting with Tommy i got it. His brilliance is professional, and his friendship is brilliant.
Jack and i meet somewhere in the mind.
He’s creative and kind.
Yes I’m fully fond of the second Jack.

Jack Tactics
Jack Tactics

The third Jack is Jack Tyson Charles, a talent and a force. Although he’s the Jack i’ve known the least amount of time, the fondness that i formed for him on our first meet is apparent.
Saying you’ll have a listen to his songs is one thing, hearing them and getting it, enough to rave to your friends is another.
This third fond of Jack has a Father, and a Mother gifted with talent, who might give him a presence full of pride.
But the touch and the talent is all of his, a gift he won’t be able to hide.

Jack Tyson Charles
Jack Tyson Charles

pauliepaul

Remembering a path

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Remembering a perfect moment, the one you would go back to.

To relive the joy the moment gave.

Remembering the place in time that led to the point in life when you felt your happiest, but also saddest and angriest as it turned into your maddest moment.
Enjoying a perfect moment seems a natural path, even when the path became troubled and uneven.
And don’t blame the perfect moment. Or the path you trod.
just be glad that you remember.
 pauliepaul