There is a Happy Land

They say; there is a happy land.
But, for us it's out of reach.
When you're born east of Aldgate.
With an impediment of the speech.

I know there is a happy land.
I got turned away at the gate.
Y'see: I never had those cricket captain's eyes.
And I kept on calling people; 'mate'.


Capability Red          June 2016

Another Dream

Rising from the lake a ghostly haze.
I dreamed I saw my unborn baby.
To the well my spirit ran.
Heart to heart, clutching my hand.
Guinevere thy treachery spoke.
Upon my soul I never eloped.
The day had come.
The night must go.
All is revealed of the land below.
Through valleys.
Over stiles.
My dream wanders countless miles.
A trodden path.
A chorus to sing.
Prepare to meet anything.


Capability Red                aprox' 1978

International Morons' Day

" Oi Ron. D'ya want some more?
   D'ya want some more, Ron? "

Fathers Day. Mothers Day. Every other buggers' day.
What about a new way with:
International Morons' Day.

Don't fit in? Never win? Burdened by original sin?
Never mind, just grin. It's:
International Morons' Day.

In doubt? Left out? Forever getting messed about?
Jump up and down and shout:
" It's International Morons' Day"


Capability Red               March 2016

Haunted

Help me. Help me.
Why did she whisper so?
There was an absence of accompanying music,
as her frail hand finally let go.

Wherever she wandered.
I couldn't follow. Neither could my eyes see.
But she reappears in this recurring dream:
Help me. Help me.


Capability Red        March 2016

The Initial Dream

Then the rain stopped, narrow rays of sunshine began filtering through thin layers of cloud.
I became vaguely aware that I was lying down. Looking up towards a rather tempestuous sky.
A beautiful arc of many colours captured my immediate attention.
So many colours without names.
Colours that mingled, yet remained distinguished.
Colours that had seen the light of day.
And I was smiling, although I had nothing to smile about.
I decided to make a wish, although there was nothing I was without.
And so.
I rose.
Gazing inquisitively around me.
I was not alone!


Capability Red           1978

Scrapbook

Her life is a scrapbook
of endless romances.
Flower power memories
not to mention the chances.
Friends won. Enemies lost.
The carving out of dreams,
zebra crossing meetings.
It now seems oh so different.
Festivals, fashions come and go:
So do lovers, doesn't she know.
Her life is a scrapbook
cuttings and headlines.
But are they really; two 'a penny?
Think once, think twice.
Perhaps there wasn't so many.


Capability Red            aprox'   1977

My Imaginary Friend

He is all seeing and knowing, my imaginary friend.
Ask me anything you want? he calmly requests.
The future is void and without form.
Anything could happen in the next half hour.

The scriptwriter of perception, my imaginary friend.
I think therefore I am: Or; am I? I hurriedly ask.
If you paraphrase your peers you will walk
endlessly in circles, he warns.

Every day he is with me, my imaginary friend.
So, I ask him: Who were the pollinators of Eden?
He smiles at me and whispers:
The gods themselves came later than creation.

He protects me from myself, my imaginary friend.
Wisest is he who knows what he does not know.
She cannot compete with him.
Her satisfaction is temporary..

My imaginary friend was the real myth of the cave, he says.
And he explains to me;
the deception of the shadows.
Bewildered, I gaze in awe. How can I doubt him?

I'm in the primeval playground with my imaginary friend.
He shows me a pair of scissors. These cannot be improved.
Nevertheless he courteously invites:
Here is my atomic Lego.

What is your greatest invention? I ask my imaginary friend.
I listen as he shifts; north; south; east; west.
Common sense is not common. Neither is a common cause.
But. We have so much in common!


Capability Red           December 2015