She smiled as she sasheid home, for as more than as long as she could –
Hope it would last.
Not false and fake as in the past.
But real so your free to feel.
Without being armed with caution.
To protect from nights of tears.
And Sunday night fears.
Cautiously grinned as he passed his garden gate.
Knowing this cause for grinning was in the hands.
Of someone else’s heart.
And already it hurt him to be apart.
As he felt for the last time alone.
Thinking about the girl.
Who sasheid home.
Out of all the people i’ve got to know
As i pass through my time as all should be
Searching for purpose on this breathtaking planet
The people who i’ve overlapped this life with
Shared and cared and given to more than some i should
With all of that touch and meeting of minds and yet, and yet
I still haven’t met
Paul Roberts who shares more than his words
When he shares his thoughts behind each letter
And makes me smile
As i get him
Just for that while x
A moment like this
With the drama of torrential rain to frame
The deep feeling of a loving memory
As sitting in a car here now
Is by far the best place i want to be
Because with me here and everywhere
Are Jo and John P
Oh when Concha saw Daisy as i always knew.
She would know her because that’s what love lets you do.
And real feel has a power that will unite more than one heart.
As it does here and what sets us apart.
When the sharing of this time and peaceful place with friends.
Is life’s careful precious time well spent.
Like dancing with Toto In the furthest away tent.
And we all share the care and love and feel.
Because whatever we feel is real.
Oh Fred just arrived, my lovely Jo’s lovely friend
Feeling comfortably smiling i remember the first and the last time we met
The first time meeting a person who stood there to help my future love and Daisy girl
Was in a happy kitchen.
When under an elvis clock, sat a filled with a lovely man elvis onesie. Who sat with Daisy and watched TV, and
showed her care which i could see
Oh Fred just arrived and now i remember
Not the first or the second but the last time we met
As drunk as a skunk my jive lesson in the canal bar as i got closer
To being more pissed than i’ve ever been
Produced my finest jive performance
Anyone has ever seen
Love you Fred
Tried to call round to a friends house
Time to catch up i thought
But alas as i passed the house to park
I saw someone else leaving the not so familiar friends front door
The friendly CooP was now in ruins, a wasteland even now i thought
With two and two making more than they should
I headed for the ring road as anyone would
Thinking i did what i could, but it all went wrong
Had it really been that long?
Energy you get from Za Za will always nudge you too
Towards feeling Cookie as smile you will always do
Because following is the Spirit you feel from Za Za which is still very free
And still very pure
Although we’re not as close these days
As behind a Corsica office door
I feel “four ones” now and yet lovingly still remember and adore
My fond adventures with Za Za from before
Big cuddle and did you get the Cillit Bang?
Sometimes all i want is a garden with a goat in.
In the garden the goat and i would be equals.
Taking in turn the work and things that equals do, in gardens.
When we fell out, which might happen often i may add.
Both being stubborn, I think we might stare at each other all day, and be sad.
And we wouldn’t i’m sure get much garden work done.
That i can say.
We would alway’s silently care for each other.
But probably not for the garden that much.
I would poke about in it a bit, and sit long and thoughtful under goat and I’s tree.
Wishing goat wasn’t so as stubbon as me…
Then goat would come and lie beside and as i feel his unmoveable strength
I smile because we got what we wanted x
Oh the words for a stranger are so far from these
Meeting is so passe, yet I feel we have met in our minds
More than many times on one or more like minded thought
And when soon i meet and greet feeling happy as we speak
With our hearts smiling
Sharon English i would hope
Would make me a cup of tea in Scotland
Could i count on some shortbread
From a tartan tin
Well yes and as we drink tea and talk with ease
You would see that the words for a stranger are so far far from these. X
Just because he’s standing in a shop window it doesn’t make him a dummy
Said his defence
Just because he bullies it doesn’t make him strong
Said his defence
Just because he was caught, it doesn’t explain why
For the rest of the victims – wife’s – life
She will want to cry
Trying to understand why
Her kind loving Man who cared for all
Had to die
Said his defence