House of Lies

Sad how a house of unconvincing liars.

Forget the cost of life lost in burnout towers.

For a career they represent the nation so say.

Possibly present in parliament every third day?

To shout ye or nay justifying expenses.

From the same tradition & blood coloured benches,

Ye’s sent boyhood friends for certain to die.

In a nightmare of gas & mud WW1 trenches.

When the then house of liars standing should have cried why!?

They cheered for war between kings with a nationalistic lie.

Again they represented the nation so say?

Writing a cheque of dead lives for a country to pay.

pauliepaul

Making Friends With Jack

What affirmed my affection was it mind or heart?
Or did I already know as I often do.
That moment in time a true friendship will start.
Friendships pick and poke for proof at first.
Like minds still unsure, await for better or worse.
Until one by one kind comments of connection.
Reaffirm as true those first knowing thoughts.
Reaffirm as real, that first feeling of affection.

pauliepaul

When The Best Parties Ended

When the best parties ended.

With Corsica still full of that familiar ‘got it right’ fond happiness.

Moist from wet foreheads and lost damp coats in corners.

Corsica happiness despite the broken Budvar bottles, half started soaked loo rolls.

Strewn across more than all area’s

 

Sometimes the power of the party couldn’t be halted.

At times like these, which – rare but plenty.

If I’m being honest.

If i’m being true.

Well at times like these we would crack on through.
The after party decks played out the perfect set.

A so closed bar – so closed and yet… Adrian and Amanda would nod me a say so – for their more than generous drinks.

I would beg Adrian to play “Well What About Ponderosa?”

Every time I would see “Where is it?” as where it he thinks.
When the best parties ended I would see Amanda so happy.

Holding court with Adrian, and in control.

Off the Best Small club, the only club with a soul.

When the best parties ended, In the extreme.

Normally a Low Life, with it’s Low Life loves you theme.
The flower market called – and with a clink of glass on the last double……

Well – Thats what happened when the best parties ended…

When you next see Adrian, if you talk about this. Just say “Well What About Ponderosa?”

I’ll probably still be deciding whether to rhyme double – with Trouble…
pauliepaul

Father and Daughter To See

Watching her love and admiration surface.

Animated with a pride she can’t hide.

Reaching into a past to find the man behind her father.

Who loved her more, for far and wide.

Hearing a tribute from a lovely wrinkled face.

And behind it a friend with many shared years.

That opens a thought to confirm her fathers kindness.

To confirm her fathers cares.

I love watching her love and admiration surface.

She and I know it was always a part of her.

Just as his pride and love for her shone out to me.

Father and daughter to see, as close as can be.

pauliepaul

The Thaw – Paul Roberts


Winter can be long

Too easy to forget my song

Buried in the snow

Darkness tends to lay me low

Reflecting on things that we’ve lived through

The things we’ve said and done

Too easy to slip right back into

A place where there’s no sun

Am thankful for the thaw

Now I can see the grass beneath

So thankful for the thaw

Remembering things that I believe

There’s no point in mulling over

Some words are best unsaid

Turns out that the best place for them

Is racing round my head

Am thankful for the thaw

Now I can see the grass beneath

So thankful for the thaw

Remembering things that I believe

Am thankful for the thaw

I can see buds on the tree

So thankful for the thaw

Now I can see the you in me

So thankful for the thaw

So thankful for the thaw

So thankful for the thaw

6 0 clock and all is well x


Sighing into a paper bag as 6 0 clock loomed larger.

That’s what i was doing officer Prada.

I stay well out of the way of designer high Street sales now.

That i insure my car with Saga.

 

At 6 0 clock they wheel me to a window with a view.

There i see along with the other picked out special few.

What they want us to see.

A sight for sore eyes through a window of lies.

Until everybody dies.
pauliepaul