When I’ve found what I’m looking for
Will I recognise my find
Will I just shut it away
In the darkness of my mind
Will I judge it for what it really is
Or will it be something so easy to miss
And if I realise this was my true aim
Do you think I could ever be the same
Tag: poetry
Political – 8th January 1988
From extreme to extreme
From dirty to clean
Nothing that’s radical
Just something called political
Another chapter from the lords
For chairman of the boards
Someone said hysterical
Misheard and called political
If It Wasn’t For You – 7th January 1988
If it wasn’t for you
I wouldn’t be here
And if it wasn’t for you
It would be so clear
If it wasn’t for you
I would be unsure
That if it wasn’t for you
Then I would love you more
If it wasn’t for you
There’d be no remorse
If it wasn’t for you
I’d be on a course
If it wasn’t for you
I could find my goal
If it wasn’t for you
To whom I gave my soul
If it wasn’t for you
I could be true
I just tell myself
That it wasn’t you
Music Money – 6th January 1988
Shit, I got no money
I want to buy some records
I’ve got a hundred I never play
I’m gonna buy some anyway
Into the record shop
“Mother – lend us some cash”
“More records? You’ve got so many
No son, you can’t have my money”
“Oh mum, please”
I’m on bended knees
“How many do you want?”
Now, let me see….
Critic – 4th January 1988
The best critic you’ll find
Is right inside your own mind
Don’t grow big-headed or fall behind
But don’t let anyone else make you blind
Let judgement remain
Inside your brain
And opinions viewed
Should not confused
With dead end criticism
Confidence – 3rd January 1988
If I had confidence
I could be a success
That’s what they say
I just lack it, I guess
One day it will come
And they’ll all say
I knew he had it in him
I’ll be proud that day
You Don’t Understand – 2nd January 1988
You say you know exactly how I feel
But I don’t see the pain etched on your face
You can’t see that this hurt is for real
And there is nothing else to take it’s place
You can sympathise from behind those eyes
But I can see it’s all just lies
You need an excuse to hide your guilt
Cos you took away what I built
You don’t understand and you never will
I’ve never felt such an urge to kill
This hate is something you won’t understand
So don’t tell me about your plans
From Black To White – 29th December 1987
There is an in-between
Not often seen
In the light of day
A non-colour, grey
From black to white
A guiding light
From white to black
Halfway down the track
Old Men – 26th December 1987
Why is it everywhere I see
Young men growing so quickly
Old men, they die so young
And the older that they get
It gets harder to forget
That old men die so young
Tiny Disturbed – 24th December 1987
I said ‘How come this is going on?’
I asked again but you lost your tongue
Tiny was so disturbed to find
That you were out of your tiny disturbed mind
Ruffled the sheets like you ruffle your hair
Trying to catch something that just isn’t there
I said ‘How come this is going on?’
But this time you bit your tongue
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