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Cactuses
(E.Frencham March 2002)
I hope
you like cactuses
Are you blind to all the lilies
Are roses vain and silly and not your style
I hope
you like cactuses
Are you patient and tough
and not afraid of getting rough
and getting wild
Cause
Im prickly as all hell
youll be pulling out the spines from your smooth hands
but stick around for long enough
until Im strong enough
youll see the most beautiful flower
I hope
you like cactuses
cause Im rare and Im elusive
and theres so much here to lose if your not game
I hope
you like cactuses
For clearly I can see
that your as dangerous as me and I dont mind
Take
it like a Man
(G.Bryce)
The smell
of your hair
Is still on my pillow
Your leavin' was such
a bitter pill to swallow
Ch
Oh why can't I? Oh why can't I?
Oh why can't I just take it like a man?
The plans
that we made
Are lyin' in tatters
You look at me coldly
Say "As if it really matters"
So I
went to a doctor
He said Your mind needs to be even,
You've got to practise
a special kind of breathin'
If I
was John Wayne
I could take it on the chin
Ride off into the sunset
with my jaw all set and grim
but if
I take it like a man
do I stuff it down inside?
build a retaining wall around my heart
to hold back the tide?
They
say that boys don't cry
And men don't faint
And you gotta act tough
Even when you think you ain't
So do
I live my life in numbness
Or let myself cry?
Investigate my own heart
Find out the reasons why
Things always happen for the best
And its all just a test to find a deeper meaning
Love and strength thats never leaving
So why
would I? Oh how could I?
Oh why should I wanna take it like a man?
Sweet Basil
(E.Frencham April 2002)
Your
sweet basil left on my shelf
full of fragrant memory
when we tasted friendship
a midnight meal and the music of a moonlit sea
Your
sweet basil cupped in my palm
so I can slowly drink it in
soothes my senses
every nerve that grieves for the loss of your skin
I can't
look at the photos we took
I can't listen to the songs we played
But I think I'll sprinkle sweet basil on my lunch today
King
Cole on my stereo
crooning lazy memory
when we sang of friendship
a song of steel in a stormwater drain by the sea
King
Cole melting velvet so warm
like the voice you left in me
fills my senses
every word returns like a melody
I can't
look at the photos we took
I can't listen to the songs we played
But I think I'll sprinkle sweet basil on my lunch today
Your
sweet basil sits on my shelf
full of fragrant memory
when we tasted friendship
a midnight meal and the music of a moonlit sea
Your
sweet basil blessing me still
Even though you've gone away
Heals my senses
Tasting tomorrow while swallowing yesterday
The
Girl in the Window
(E.Frencham May 2002)
Theres
a girl who lives inside me
in a heart-shaped house on a hill
and shes using it like a watchtower
Leaning on the window sill
Oh I try so hard to tell her
Hes not coming back for us
Hes got a life of his own
His seeds are sown
Its time to let go
Theres
a girl who lives inside me
Writing letters constantly
Each leaf that falls she faithfully
Records for him to see
I refuse to post her letters
In the hope that she might see
Hes got a life of his own
His seeds are sown
Its time to let go
Theres
a girl who lives inside me
Paints his picture, sings him songs
I wonder if shes hurting more
than she is letting on
Theres a girl inside like a child
and she is lost in fantasy
With gossamer wings & shiny things to
keep her from reality
So I take her hand to speak the words
She cannot understand
Hes got a life of his own
His seeds are sown
Its time to let go
By
Accident
(E.Frencham 2002)
I want
something, I want it now
I want a lot, I dont care how
Are you the one to help me get it,
Well if not then just forget it
Cos youre standing in my way
cant you come back another day
I dont really have the time
Isnt it obvious that Im
On my way to something more important
Sir,
Im sorry to intrude
Hope you dont think that Im rude
But today I just found out
Sometimes the things we seek hide-out
Just behind, something more important
By accident
I saw a sunrise
All at once I wasnt tired
I was suddenly inspired
For the feel of it
To run bare-foot through the early morning grass
Just the thought of it
Each morning right outside
A work of art forever new
That I had always slept right through
So for the fun of it
I ate breakfast on my doorstep in the sun
Same
old view
Different eyes
Im taking the time to see the
Same old view
Different eyes
Over again I realise its the going
Not the getting there
For the
hell of it
I gave my busfare to a busker
She knew how to play a song
So I had to sing along
Then for the joy of it
Walked the long way through the gardens to the train
Then by a cool twist of fate
Because I reached the station late
Waiting for a train, tryin to keep out of the rain
Oh the luck of it
A man with an umbrella & a smile
Imagine
the thrill of it
Soon we both had changed our plans
Jumped on the 3:02
Let it take us somewhere new
We made the most of it
Spending hours talking laughing on a train
For the pleasure of it
We ate mangoes by the sea
as the waves rolled in I almost kissed the juice right off
his chin
What an end to it!
As the sun sank in more colours than before
Same
old view
Different eyes
Im taking the time to see the
Same old view
Different eyes
Over again I realise its the going
Not the getting there
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