Thursday, 29 March 2012

poems i read live at rochdale mar29


LYNETTE (RIP my dear)

Not quite sure why your death affected me so much Lynette.                                                     
 Left me very upset when I found out.                                                                                              
I'd just been to Tesco’s at Greenfield for Naomi.                                                                              
 I checked my messages and Mel told me of your death in a car accident.                                       
Mel was upset and I felt her pain.                                                                                                     
I looked on Mel's profile and saw your name.                                                                                   Why did you have to die?                                                                                                                    I'm unsure why I was sad.                                                                                                                      
 It just seemed wrong.                                                                                                                        
I got back to Naomi's to do meditation and you Lynette was on my mind.                                      
 We did meditation and I was very sad.                                                                                          
Maria did Reiki healing on me and I told her what happened.                                                   
 She said Oh No.                                                                                                                                      I cried then over a gal I'd never known and never would in this world.                                                            
Maybe in the next.                                                                                                                                   
 I sent healing to you Lynette, how the hell can I heal you when you're gone?                                       
I sent it to your family and to my dear friend Mel in South Africa, half a world away.                              
 I so wish Mel lived nearby, I'd be there for her.                                                                                 I wonder what you are like Lynette.                                                                                                   What makes you laugh, cry and happy.                                                                                            
 NOW I can't coz your gone.                                                                                                                           
I pray to a better place.                                                                                                              
 Peace.

COLD COLD COLD (TRISH REID) thanx Trish
What’s the prize if you win this game,                                                                                                                          
what’s the price if you lose,                                                                                                                                                    
will a glimmer of hope remain,                                                                                                                                                    
there’s a catch if you set the pace                                                                                                                                                              no slowing down                                                                                                                                                                                                no one can stop this race
It’s cold, cold, cold                                                                                                                                                                          started out hot, but it’s moving the wrong way                                                                                                                                
 cold, cold, cold it burns                                                                                                                                                                              
stealing your soul away.                                                                                                                                                  What’s the odds against                                                                                                                                                                              
dying in your sleep,                                                                                                                                                                                        
does it matter that much                                                                                                                                                                                          
when you’ve got your own cause to keep you warm                                                                                                                         
who knows when the faith turned into hate,                                                                                                                                        
it will fall into place                                                                                                                                                                                      
 when you meet yourself face to face.
If I’m on the right track                                                                                                                                                                               
 you’re pushing it way too far                                                                                                                                                             you’ll never get back, ‘cause                                                                                                                                                            you’re one of the losing pack                                                                                                                                                           
getting on yeah getting on down.                                                                                                                                                             
Where’s the glamour in                                                                                                                                                       reaping what you’ve sown.                                                                                                                                                                                        There’s no glamour in,                                                                                                                                                                                                                          slap back, heart attack                                                                                                                                                                      
down and down we go                                                                                                                                                                              
 inside of your mind they speak to you,                                                                                                                                                          speaking in tongues,                                                                                                                                                                                         but every word rings true.



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