Monday 14th November 2022

Visions of Paradise

Gazing out
Down across the street
Rain runs down the window
Racing
The drops falter
As one runs into another
Beyond the glass is another world
Now blurred past my vision
The music makes me focus my mind
Recalling all the loneliness
Of the times spent at that window
Listening to those same said sounds
Ages past
Beyond the glass

Bish 1994 Shard End Crescent

Visions Of Paradise

The Moody Blues

The sounds in my mind just come to me
Come see, come see
And the call of her eyes makes waterfalls
Of me, of me

In the garden of her love I’ll stay awhile
To be, to be
What the seeds of her thoughts once mean to me
Come see, come see

Visions of paradise, cloudless skies I see
Rainbows on the hill, blue onyx on the sea
Come see, ah, ah, ah

And the sounds in my mind just come to me
Come see, come see
And the call of her eyes makes waterfalls
Of me, of me

Sunday 13th November 2022

By The Bosporus

Where the Bosporus meets the golden Horn
At a bend in the river two lovers scorn
Watch the waters merry dance as the sunlight
Warms their mindful trance
Upon the hill the dead in whispers
Call to all their brothers and sisters
Come witness life and love
Watch with us from up above
For here you’ll be with us one day
Your love and scorn all swept away
Waste no time
Love hard and free
For soon upon this hill you’ll be

Bish Istanbul 1994.

The Night Of The Super -Moon

Tonight there was a super-moon
In Tokyo the radiation has polluted the water
The divine wind has cloaked the sand storm
But only for a moment
Jets fly in Libya
Once again our fly boys
Who are about to get the boot
Will head into the wild blue yonder
Tearing through the desert wind
In an Odyssey Dawn
Too late
And yet too soon
Flying at cross purposes
To deliver freedom
Threats rain down from vulgar heights
Medal strewn despotic leaders cackle
Their barking orders while tossing heads
Wagging a finger
Laugh in the face of it all
You will regret this action
Fear my words
Chancers all of them
How do they get to the very top of the shit heap?
We put them there comes the reply
Shaking hands one second shaking heads the next
Crack pot
Tin pot
Arse licking
Back handed
Money spinning
Wheelers dealing
Sandhurst trained pricks
Paid for and repaying in full
They have decorated themselves in shiny glory
All at the expense of the masses
Praise the Lord our leaders are on our side
Praise the Lord
And if this is true
We are all fucked
The mirror has broken the seven year itch
Our leaders are crazier than your leaders
And there is all to play for again

Bish 19th March 2011

Another Super Moon and not a lot has changed?