Canning House | 27th July 2011 | 19.30-21.30
Tickets: £12 / Members: £10
Tuesday 26 July 2011
Friday 22 July 2011
A Baltic Beach
A church ahead
through porous trees
the sound of summers
been and will be
children follow
an exhausted leader
who stumbles onto the here
and whisks herself to maybe
Down the way
past ice-cream ladies
the beach glows
with sun-kissed everybody]
hats fix firmly
atop soft corpulence
as little people wade
and splash all and sundry
through porous trees
the sound of summers
been and will be
children follow
an exhausted leader
who stumbles onto the here
and whisks herself to maybe
Down the way
past ice-cream ladies
the beach glows
with sun-kissed everybody]
hats fix firmly
atop soft corpulence
as little people wade
and splash all and sundry
Holding hands
Giving in each time around
a sentence not even I believe
Am alone in this so hold my hand
and divide the cells of my pain
Maybe only then grace pours back
into lonely blood and a dead heart
where tears stored overpower hope
until you hold my decaying hand
a sentence not even I believe
Am alone in this so hold my hand
and divide the cells of my pain
Maybe only then grace pours back
into lonely blood and a dead heart
where tears stored overpower hope
until you hold my decaying hand
Dreaming goodbyes
Will we make it to the promised land
by a lake so still it soaks our souls,
in a forest of sweet smelling pine
dampened only by our woes
My very own wooden cabin
will house all the lessons
of forgetting your misty eyes
as the inner noise deafens
The wind blows on my deformed face
like supple breaths of relief
A red boat sets sail
greeted by our inevitable wreath
by a lake so still it soaks our souls,
in a forest of sweet smelling pine
dampened only by our woes
My very own wooden cabin
will house all the lessons
of forgetting your misty eyes
as the inner noise deafens
The wind blows on my deformed face
like supple breaths of relief
A red boat sets sail
greeted by our inevitable wreath
Friday 8 July 2011
summer and you
summer's lost in rain clouds
and the absence of your touch,
summer didn't make it here
so you don't like me much
summer went on holiday
like we often used to do,
summer has a hangover
and it looks like we do too
and the absence of your touch,
summer didn't make it here
so you don't like me much
summer went on holiday
like we often used to do,
summer has a hangover
and it looks like we do too
Wednesday 6 July 2011
Tuesday 5 July 2011
Confessions
Did you just say what I was thinking?
And leave me flattened by the blow
Did you just reach my inside heart
The one I wouldn’t dare to show
Did you just hit the nail of candour
On an unvarnished rotting head?
Did you just deflate all the air
I’d pumped into the living dead?
Did you just utter the gospel truth
The infallible axiom of our past?
Did you just let off all your steam
To question a love built to last
Monday 4 July 2011
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