The memory remains

Sunlight streams down, permeated with laughter.

The inebriating scent of flowers hangs in the air.

The dark brown aroma of coffee finds it's voice in the timbre of the accents as they merge and dissipate into the wider cacophony, 

all held in check by the rhythmic strumming of a Spanish guitar.

Flashed smiles, playful glances.

Shadows delighting at their time in the sun, refusing to sit still,

they revel in the freedom to dance,

Far from dark rooms and warm stale air.

The white walls of the proud pristine houses are reflected in the joyous fluttering of the sails in the bay,

attached to the myriad vessels which bring the lucky ones here, for who would ever want to leave? 

A songbird on every corner and a tune on every breath,

A story on every face and always a hand to shake.

As the shadows lengthen and the daytime colours fade,

The evening shimmers with a life all it's own, 

A portrait of soft, playful dusk

Framed by trees and fireflies.

The sweet flavour of rum mixes with the warm night air 

complementing the perfumes on the warm skin of the unintentionally provocative beauties,

decorated in splendour,

nimble and vigorous like painted birds.

But they belong in no cage, they mean to soar

As my heart soars in this paradise, peppered with earthly charm.

Then sweetness fades as a voice from a past life calls me back,

The essence of the oasis to sit in memory, blocked by tangible walls and sharp words.

I'm the caged stray, I can perceive the wonder but can never belong,

I can never dance in such a scene of beauty, I have no role to play on this stage.

Back to the concrete backdrop with the players and plot I know so well.

A place to find forever 

But forever didn't last for long.

The allure remains....

Song of freedom

Sing a song of freedom, for all not just for some,
sing a song for the days that've gone and the ones that are yet to come
Slave to the rhythm, slave to the rule of a thousand richer clowns.
So throw away your marching drum and dance to a better sound.

The world is turning round and round
and harder times are what we've found.
The higher powers are crashing to the ground.

Sing a little louder to the ones that just won't hear,
and in their wisdom fail to see the changes that are near.
Take the time to see the signs and the failures of the rules,
the drummer's drum still beating on, the dance of a thousand fools

Can't go on, holding on,
the promise of the past has been and gone.

The more we try, the more they lie
and fool us with their words.
The more we plead, the less they seem
to care for those they hurt.
The more we mend, the more they tend 
to harvest their own greed.
No more to bend, no more depend
on fools for what we need.

So see the world is changing, take the time to understand,
build your bridges out of stone and not of shifting sand.

Release

Climbing through the sunshine,
I need to feel the night like wine upon my lips.
Racing through the daytime,
with the endless stream of pawns on a paper chase.

Reaching for the freedom,
that the scent of night can breathe into my soul.
And the darkness that lies warm and kind
like a kiss upon my face.

Changes come so quickly,
and the rat race ends when the darkness takes the game.
I'll search for beauty,
and catch my breath for the wonders that I find.

So many reasons 
why the evening wind brings changes to this town,
We find reprieve in this change of mood
And leave the endless games behind


Striving just to reach the prize
Is the formula for all our lives.

Dirty hands

Dirty hands and dirty faces, it’ll cost us dear to wash the traces

Of work from our hands, of mud from our shoes,

We pay to work, we work to lose.

In union we stand against the charge of the tide, it’ll run to a trickle if we don’t abide

By the power that comes down from too high to see,

In the green land where only our rivers run free.

 

So close down the pools now they’re too dear to fill, and build some more prisons to break down the will

Of the ones who refuse to swallow what they’re told

Or buy back their dignity, stolen and sold

How can we swallow? Our mouths are too dry, to chew on the ash that remains of the lie,

The ash in our mouths, the promises broke, the flow of our words, stifled and choked.

 

The goodness and bountiful flows by as we stand, along it’s paved golden banks, right to the hand

Of our brother, our jailer, the root of our pain,

We must stand against you, we are Abel, you are Cain.

Droplets of water won’t quench the fire, growing stronger and spreading by a nation’s ire

Under the yoke of a chosen oppressor, our choice

It’s time to find solace in finding our voice.

 

This is the last straw that broke our indifference,

As the last wall presses our backs with imminence.

This is the last drop that made the cup overflow

For blood is cheaper than water by now…

The girl from the last century

The girl from the last century came swathed in silk and mystery with eyes  that said I'd known her years before. 

Narrating with a glance that spanned pages of antiquity, our story, wordless but never a history more sure.

She empowered me, implored me,

Indulged and overawed me

And tempered the unyielding nature of my soul. 

With a cautious smile she teased me and with a gentle word she conquered me 

and I'd never been further from home.

The girl from the last century came dancing to her melody, with a delicate hand and heart to save the world.

She gave me the benefit of her lack of experience and showed me an Eden shaped for us.

Timeless and fearless, radiant beyond brightness, with a song I sang myself when I was young.

To the Maelstrom I gave myself, I could no longer save myself

and I'd never been further from home.

The girl from the last century smiled at me willingly and promised me that time was forever ours. 

Her words chimed with a clarity that time would take away from me, the years between, the sands slip through my hands.

Eden wasn't built for me, I could not enter, I owned no key. I stood and watched her enter all alone. 

The words that she had taught to me now fell from my lips discordantly, 

And now I've never been further from home. 

The girl, still in that century, unrelated to what now shapes me, still sings a melody in other tones. 

An Eden lost, an Eden found, I'm rooted in familiar ground.

Her words fading away...

I'm home! 

Intro

Thanks for visiting my new blog, Waxing Lyrical. It's purely just a place for me to record the random pieces of Poetry, Prose or Song Lyrics as they come to my mind and to share the best of what gets cobbled together in this whole, jumbled process. Hopefully someone will enjoy some of my ramblings on this blog and who knows, I may even share a short story or two...