nowhere fast

 there's nothing like the trudge under hard rain
what hope we have seems distant as a star
and no kind soul will pass by in a car

no one will move without some proof of gain
a walk of several miles is not so far
there's nothing like the trudge under hard rain

it's our own fault to suffer cold and pain
what others made it seems our task to mar
we each deserve the injury and scar
there's nothing like the trudge under hard rain

the modern lyre

 

too many people choose the easy lie
we find our way to truth is always barred
to heights of knowledge no one dares to fly

we cannot trust the colour of the sky
nor if at evening it is brightly starred
too many people choose the easy lie

no wonder that none of you clamber high
honour and honesty you now have marred
to heights of knowledge no one dares to fly

it's all too obvious you're slick and sly
your face is set in lines that are too hard
too many people choose the easy lie

you sell not one thing i would want to buy
lies and false reasons set out by the yard
to heights of knowledge no one dares to fly

your sight can never please the decent eye
no honest word is written on your card
too many people choose the easy lie
to heights of knowledge no one dares to fly

Thanksgiving flower

 This bulb flowered just in time for Thanksgiving. It looks wonderful to me against the backdrop of trees losing their leaves.

a last clear light

there is a way to measure the true force
that brings us home and gives us honest hope
of sunset pleasure by the watercourse
there is a way to measure the true force

the better way is neither rough nor coarse
we walk uphill as others run downslope
there is a way to measure the true force
that brings us home and gives us honest hope

there's never choice we always have to cope
with all the errors that you could commit
as through the murk you foolishly might grope
there's never choice we always have to cope

we've never let ourselves have all the rope
we'd need to drag our hearts out of the shit
there's never choice we always have to cope
with all the errors that you could commit

it's always down to where you want to sit
while all the colours fade into the dark
we drag ourselves out of the deepest pit
it's always down to where you want to sit

the answer's never given with due wit
we see the tree's flesh underneath the bark
it's always down to where you want to sit
while all the colours fade into the dark

we reach the height and there we make our mark
about our actions there's been no remorse
no record's kept by interfering clerk
we reach the height and there we make our mark

the place we left becomes some sort of park
all anger and all hatred we'll divorce
we reach the height and there we make our mark
about our actions there's been no remorse

sound carrying further

 

pain refused is still
all that it purports to be
echoes down tunnels

whom we shall torment
their call for harshest revenge
echoes down tunnels

what hells we unleash
the ululation so loud
echoes down tunnels

in tune with the fire
every shout of the victims
echoes down tunnels

no tourist resort
the cry of our new hero
echoes down tunnels

what we claim to tell
about the freedom we bear
echoes down tunnels

each soul that we sell
its final despairing wail
echoes down tunnels