THOUGHTS FROM THE TOP OF MY HEAD
By ALAN – Earlsdon, – published in Hobo No3 1974
· The crystallization of the material world becomes void after the concept of wealth becomes the ulterior motive.
· It does not really matter whether you’re old or young; the sparks of idealism become potent with the passing of time.
· To be born with the idea of truth in its natural form is irrelevant to the course of mankind.
The next didn't make it into HOBO but came with a short note that read -
I look out on the city
On the golden neon lighting.
And I think about the morning
and the people in the sunlight.
Songs I have written
but never known the meaning.
Things I have looked at without seeing.
Like the enemy's I've made
before I've known them.
SECURE STRANDS by Michael Curtis
his tethered eyes reached after
a lark
string-snapped kite, tugged and dallied
by the wind to a cloudless noon -
the cell
within his vision
twisted this way, twisted that
tied in its tantrums
unable to take wings
whistling and jabbing
and in the end soaring
out of sight.
SADNESS by Gina Grunskis (Willenhall Wood - Coventry)
Piercing tears from cold grey eyes,
Falling gently, forming pools on
once dry ground.
Arch your body, cover your
feelings in pride.
Swell out your chest to show
your thumping heart,
looking round for a place
to hide,
to lie in a dark corner and
sob yurself to sleep.
To toss and turn out nightmares.
Wake up cold and shivering,
all alone.
Wonder how long this never ending
friendless night would last.
If only I could catch your sadness -
take away, dilute it in sugar'd water,
to form a floating reed on
a silent flowing river
going far away
Rippling happy water on
the pebbles of your broken heart.
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