Monday, 29 July 2013

Land down under


Travelling in a fried-out combie 
On a hippie trail, head full of zombie 
I met a strange lady, she made me nervous 
She took me in and gave me breakfast 
And she said, 

"Do you come from a land down under? 
Where women glow and men plunder? 
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? 
You better run, you better take cover." 

Buying bread from a man in Brussels 
He was six foot four and full of muscle 
I said, "Do you speak-a my language?" 
He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich 
And he said, 

"I come from a land down under 
Where beer does flow and men chunder 
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? 
You better run, you better take cover." (Yeahhh!) 

Dying in a den in Bombay 
With a slack jaw, and nothin' much to say 
I said to the man, "Are you trying to tempt me 
Because I come from the land of plenty?" 
And he said, 

"Oh, you come from a land down under? (oh yeah yeah) 
Where women glow and men plunder? 
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? (ooohh) 
You better run, you better take cover." 

We are.. 

Livin' in a land down under, 
Where women glow and men plunder, (yeahhhhhhhhhh) 
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? (thunderrrrr!) 
You better run, you better take cover. 

Livin' in a land down under, 
Where women glow and men plunder, 
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? (oooo yeahhhh!) 
Then I run, and then I take cover. (yea) 

We are... 

Livin' in a land down under, (underrrr) 
Where women glow and men plunder, 
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder? (oooo da da laa yeahhh!) 
Then I run, then I take cover. 

[Fades Out]

by Men at Work

Thursday, 25 July 2013

Force a space

Who are we fooling?

Force a space
between
so the gap
between
wanting
and reality
becomes
a distance
our soul shards
don't pierce.

Rehabituate instead.

Space to forget
our hearts beat
synchronicity in
different lives.
Time marks moments
find our measure
still our wanting

time to focus
seek peace
in the space
between.

Who says I'm on your timeline?


© Jennifer Phillips (All rights reserved)
Gap © ExChristian.Net blog

Decisions

I
Words are so powerful
they can rip the stars
from the firmament - 
get all tangled up 
and glitter there, lost 
among our heartstrings.

II
Kicking the leaves
down the pavement
I question everything.
We are older now.
17 years older.
We are old, yet new.

III
Have I really lived -  
grabbed everything
that came my way... 
having once felt 
the insistent breath
of death against my cheek?

IV
Is there an intoxicating flavour 
of happiness
I will likely never taste 
without you,
and I will crave it?
Is this love selfish?
Would fundamental structures 
break inside us, if we leapt?

V
I raise my face
to the icy wind
dry latent tears
behind my eyelids.
So much to gain,
a separate life to lose.

VI
I was never one to cast my dice to chance.
My gut and heart clench with certainty
yet my head rationalises, and thoughts
circle like birds on the sky.
I clench my teeth and my fists
on a decade's frustration.


© Jennifer Phillips (All rights reserved)
Autumn leaves - Copyright Free Images

Whining

I know I'm whining.
Need to just suck it up - 
get on with life as I know it.
Why ask for more when I've got so much?

But there is this ache in me - 
a gap that just won't close...
Even if I squeeze my eyes tight
until the fireworks burst.

If I will it, try to force it - 
to forget, move on...
walk looking down, not up - 
I cannot shut the fuckin' door.

Maybe this will get easier.
I'll be able to hold the two
halves of my heart in my hand, 
and feel resolved.

But now there's no comfort, 
no peace, and no perks!
So just suck it up, Princess
and get on with it. Whatever.


© Jennifer Phillips (All rights reserved)
Fireworks - Copyright Free Images

Unbalanced

I lost my head,
I lost my heart.

I found true love... 
in the moonlight.

I lost my equilibrium
trying to hold onto a wish.

I added more time... 
and I had a dream,
you kissed me.

Is your light my light?

Or just a beacon flashing
potential for probability?

Who says opportunity doesn't knock twice?

And if it does, do we let it in, 
or turn away and close the door?

If we wait too long, the cold North wind
may invite itself in, instead.


© Jennifer Phillips (All rights reserved)
Beacon © Daryl Willcox Publishing Ltd

Wednesday, 24 July 2013

Blue skies


If ever there was a time
That you would say to me
This fire's burned out
Leaving only smoking black debris
I'd find a light to lead us
I'd find some meaning through it all
We'd search between the shadows
Cast across this wall

Please don't wait forever
Please don't throw it all away
I'm watching these blue skies turn to grey
And all these friendships fade away

If ever there was a way
That I could say to you
I'm lost in darkness
Searching for a way to make it through
And if the sky does clear up
I hope this wouldn't be the end
It's harder to be honest
Than to just pretend

Please don't wait forever
Please don't throw it all away
I'm watching these blue skies turn to grey
And all these friendships fade away

These clouded memories are seen through bloodshot eyes
I'm watching these blue skies turn to grey
If ever there was a time
If ever there was a way
Please don't wait forever
Please don't throw it all away

Chorus

by Blackpool Lights
Blue skies turn to grey - King Valley VIC © Jennifer Phillips