Soles an age tossed into the wood
Running down steps two by two.
Need to know there's been no fall
No letting of blood
No concerned walker
No Carrion Call
Yes, need to know there's been no fall
No concerned group of concerned (and the hateful cinema-goers),
No, no Carrion Call today
The helicopter soared the skies
Just beneath the blue and cotton-bud clouds
I'm too ready
I'm real steady
Carrying my billhook
You can pull them in
To see their eyes
Full of terror
Yes, full of terror
They made such an error
Don't pick a fight with someone
Whose life is from an oak of falling Autumn leaves.
I am a leaf
Golden brown
Been to town
All adorned in my village gown.
No, don't pick a fight with someone
Whose life is an autumnal leaf
From a dying oak tree
No, don't pick a fight with a laughing clown,
For he will kick and he will cheat and he will laugh
Yet beneath his painted shiny smile he'll frown
Oh yes he'll frown.
I've got new boots for the ice and snow
For in the summer house I dwell
Gotta/Wanna/Have to live there
My fealty I give them
For without I cannot live
Unconditional love they always gave me
Unconditional I will return it
They endured knives caked in blood
And sessions of hospital stays
My Grandma my Nana her mind brimming
With thoughts of the
Horrors in the last of her days
'They' endured illness and the officials offered no label
(All the creative types 'have' bi-polar; fashionable mental illness, the first of its kind?)
For I've self-medicated my brain and my mind
The drugs on the table mixed up hard to find
An 'SOS' and question marks and crucifixes marked
With needle and ink in bloody morning left hand
What does SOS mean?
What does SOS mean?
We all die, just when
We find clarity, no cryptic puzzle,
Some meaning seen in simplicity.
In late summer's purple heather
In golden grassed fields and
And June's green glens
AJ Buttle 25 September 2010
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