I want a horse that flies

I want a horse that flies

“I’m just looking for a horse… that flies”

I want a unifying faith
I want a world that’s always safe
I want a love that never dies
I want a horse
… that flies

I want to be loved without ever caring
get where I need to without any bearing
be happy in the gutter forget the sky
I want a horse
… that flies

I want to grow up, but to tell the truth
I get vertigo on a bungalow roof
hate to stretch when I can just get by
I want a horse
… that flies

I want to hold you and not grow old
drop the poker face, resist the fold
be a permanent fixture not a passer-by
I want a horse
… that flies

I want to have my cake and eat it
turn the other cheek so you can beat it
I want the things that money can’t buy
I want a horse
… that flies

I want a unifying faith
I want a world that’s always safe
I want a love that never dies
I’m just looking for a horse
… that flies.

Yapparister – October 2013

 

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Compliment without strings

compliments without strings

“you told me I had to try harder, but I wasn’t trying at all…”

I told you you were beautiful
The most beautiful person I had ever known
You told me I had to try harder
But I wasn’t trying at all.
When I told you you’re beautiful
I didn’t want anything from you
When I told you you’re beautiful
I was telling the truth.

How many have said those words
And you pulled them close
Only soon they left you
Now you’re closed to the truth
So they have to try harder
To open your heart and desires.

When I told you you’re beautiful
I’m not one of them.

 

Yapparister – July 2013

The Secret of Spontaneous Combustion

The Secret of Spontaneous Combustion

“…and all that remained was a pile of ash, by a burnt pair of shoes on the ground…”

Young Sam was watching the news on TV,
“…man bursts into flames unexpectedly…”
the picture showed flames leap from his belly,
spontaneous combustion – on telly!

“And all that remained was a pile of ash,
by a burnt pair of shoes on the ground,
and a dangerous question we never should ask,
with an answer should never be found.”

That dangerous question nevertheless,
“Why do we spontaneously combust?”
Got Sam hard thinking to hazard a guess,
is it something we eat, do or touch?
something we drink?
something we think?
something we all can do?
something so magical,
something so tragical,
is it made-up or true?

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Goodnight to remember

"...before you went to bed, before I caught the train..."

“…before you went to bed, before I caught the train…”

One night…
Before you went to bed, before I caught the train
You slipped inside my hopeless head
And switched me on again

That night…
Before you went to bed, before I caught the train
You stoked the embers so long dead
Rekindling the flame

Last night…
Before you went to bed, before I caught the train
I needed every word you said
To numb the rising pain

I dream…
Before you went to bed, before I caught that train
I tell you how much I love you
Before you catch your plane

Tonight…
Before you go to bed, don’t dwell upon your pain
Just know how much you are adored
By one whose life you saved

 

Yapparister – June 2013