Pete Wakeham, The Hard Bard, posting my poems and other poets/ writers, bands I've seen live, songwriters, artists, psychics, healers, in Freedom, Peace, Justice.
Black thoughts Because black is beautiful Black thoughts Because black people have them Black thoughts Because anarchists believe in them Black thoughts Because media shows distort them Black thoughts Because clichés torture or kill them Black thoughts Because black thoughts are feared Black thoughts Because the rain of truth is near Black thoughts Because the colour of my thoughts are black
I’m having black thoughts Of wonderful paradise islands Where only the good light shines Into the darkest shadows Where the fear and ignorance resides.
I’m having black thoughts Into a world where the good light Shines Where my hand is touching Another’s Where the black thoughts are dying.
The open open snow laden hill Waiting for the wind to kill The only remaining tree The melting memory The ever-widening space.
The wide valley of virgin snow Aching as if wanting to know The coolest deep sorrow The landing of tomorrow To the endless useless race.
Deepening furrows lie stark Whilst the body feelings turn dark The blackest eye resting The cold thought nesting Waiting for its lonely place.
II
Beyond the peace that is loneliness Is an urgent maddening mess Where the collected tears fall The briefest look is small Darting a print into the snow.
Behind the unblinking eyes Caverns echo to the surprise Of finding the lonely tree alive The hill will always survive For the wind will never know.
III
The pitiful well laden tree Is the thought of wasted time really The hill will rise slowly And the snow will melt eventually And the sky, blue looking cool below.
Video my long standing sides The prides In as I’m on the box with smiles Video my day and turn the mirror around Video the head heap .. now listen to the sound
“Walking down the staircase 1950’s glasses glint in terror and lace The bodies are piled high The garden has overflowed The killing, many years past, shown”.
Video my daydreams Play it all through the night
“ .. rain cascaded in torrents The roads are almost blocked Sheets of water crashing down”. The lonely motel where no one goes His mother is reincarnate in his body His hands grip the blade of a knife The gaunt house upon the hill Amplifies that all is ill For a mother couldn’t Couldn’t really kill!
Change the video wash out the black and white Cream the screen, splash the colour in….
“flitting back over the throttled throats The disgraced policeman played the gas joke Many women became famous victims And timothy hung in the air for the crows.
Video the backdrop Lance the casting Prepare the next few hours of….
“like the taut guitar string That’s ready to snap, real things Go bump in the night So, shit, where’s the damn light? You draw the stake up over your head Ready to plunge into the coldest heart, To seal the fate of the undead To destroy his every part.”
“ … for a damsel so sweet so fair What would she want of me A creature with lop sided frame A curled face Deaf through living with the bells A ghost of the monsters that live in hell I should perish here as the fires lap The famed hunchback shall welcome the trap”.
Record the latest video Try the instant replay, Look out for the blips, the snow, the haze….
If you go back many years Before time was recording Before the Northern Lights were showing If you want to wait For a little while You will hear the little voice That comes to us so very near
If you want to rest Your aching limbs, See the fires coming from the North Give me your guiding hand Let the years roll on past Leave me your golden sands Let me once again last To see the fires, for their worth.
If you go back centuries old Watching the sky fires hold A laughing antelope’s head That sticks in the eye instead That mountains will crumble into the sea Rivers dry up thus whither the tree.
If you want to wait For a little while If you want to rest Your wasting limbs Go back many years To the time when you go North For centuries past We never really last More than one, so I’m told When you become so very old.
If you want to stay inside of here Rest your weary head beside each year Well into the lasting night Keeping your eyes out of sight The North star will be your only light The shape of which is our delight From paradise the word was won From Utopia the word was born I tore the books limb from limb Re-wrote every sacred hymn For life is struggling within The light is now becoming dim I was dripping with a grin Where Northern Lights are on the brim Of gardens inside everyone’s brain.
Let the devil burn Let the liar learn Come in from nowhere Where an ego is flying Where an unknown Man is dying Let the dying die Let the lying lie (Beefheart lyric)
Burn Out
Now now the somehow Leaves the know how Whitened fists lie low Burning until we all know The charred dark eyes Living, burning up the lies
Burn Down
She walks like a chicken Big chicken legs Round the place where I live Walking slapping Her hips, snapping An eye till the house Burned down.
Escape into the latest prison And the smile That was once the length Of a day Will slip into the dancing butterfly’s meagre home. Go to the wall Listen to your dreams Read your latest headlines.
Watch as the prison bars Turn out to be marshmallow Laugh with me Dance with the laughter Cock your smile At the wise old moon.
Simmer In this summer With knowledge Watch the prison warders As they melt away from reality That can only be theirs They fade and die Fade and die Because I created them
Escape in to the deepest dungeon As your thoughts Find unused discarded knives Laugh with me Dance with the laughter Cock your smile At the fading sun.
Dream your dreams away Rainy day dream away The laughter echoes Inside these prison walls Watch my hand As it fades away As the daylight crawls Towards another day.
Don’t watch me As I scratch another word for free Leave the switch on As the smile broadens And the day becomes long.
Laugh with me Dance with the laughter Cock your smile The world will smile with you Escape into the wordage Of well worn paths Listen to the escaping gases Make only the slightest guesses Then cry with the baying wolves For I have cool reminder Of what can only be seen as cruel.
Your prison hearts are antelopes eyes Your smiles are not even there at all Don’t spin the sun I’m not here for fun Laugh with me Dance with the laughter Cock your smile Watch your feet dry up.
Escape into the guessing game You can ride with me As I lift off into the sky Don’t be too strong Leave these prison walls Holiday in the balm Of discovering where you stand; Laugh with me Dance with the laughter Cock your smile At the wise old moon.
