MUSE

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You touched my conscience
Destroyed the chain around my heart
Filled it to bursting
And blew those links apart

Allowed a soul starved of air
To taste life’s breath once more
Found this broken person
And helped me off the floor

Showed me how to see again
And how to raise a smile
Reminded me of feelings
I’d not felt in a while

Drew me back to younger times
Smiles, though lined and dated
Arousing tides within
That had too long been abated

Travelling through time
Touching fresh, raw senses
Passing over warning signs
And smashing down defences

Mind a whirling maelstrom
That takes my breath away
Then I catch myself and bite my tongue
I almost gave myself away

Billy 5/7/15

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A Digital Dystopia

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Delete! Delete! Delete!!! Is this an attack by Cybermen?
Or just me dealing with my browser history?
Our digital existence, non-corporeal by nature
Delete! Delete! Delete!!! And once again I’m a mystery

“I think, therefore I am”, so let’s recreate a thinking mind
Let it loose on an uneducated public then sit back and see
Chaos, disorder, confusion, with no thought for how to control
The price we pay to keep our access to this information flowing free

Hiding ourselves behind firewalls with no flame, it all seems so lame
A new type of Stormtrooper from the IT squad, the empowered Geek
The taxi driver on the information highway, the guy who knows the codes
Back in the day he’d just have been labelled some kind of friendless freak

We are charging into a future, one that no one can hope to predict
A dark place, with hoards of new evils waiting to rear their ugly heads
A new world where we learn from what’s gone before, in retrospective fear
A virus strewn battleground with society reduced to social media threads

To be fair, I won’t exactly control the internet by writing a verse
This runaway train that we feed to excess needs to find a station
Take stock of what we have and how to bring it to the fore
Create a Web that’s safe to build our online global nation

Billy 18/03/15 😀

The Art of Self Delusion

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I’m gonna start to run
I’m gonna run and if you wanna keep up you are gonna need to fly
You will need to push your limits to the max if you want to find out why
You will need to really put the effort in or it’s simply gonna be “goodbye!!”

I’m just sick of lagging behind
So maybe it’s time to hush a second and hear the sound of my own riff
Take a leap of faith from the nest that’s held me safely to the cliff
Make some memories worth remembering instead of wondering “what if?”

I’m sure I’ll find my path
I know it won’t be easy, but when it’s time I’ll know just what I need to do
I’ll be looking back to days when I could barely walk, then suddenly I flew
I’ll be looking back to the day when I found I still had hope.. Will you?

It’s not the future I saw
I’m not the man I thought i’d be when looking forward as a youth
To be fair, It’s all my own fault that I’m me at this long in the tooth
But hey, you know, there’s nothing out there hurts quite like the truth

I say I’m going to change
I say it, and I mean it, But then wait for these new times to make a start
And all the while the world moves on and pulls these dreams apart
And here’s me being deafened, by the pounding of my own heart

Billy 17/03/15

Directionless Pt 2

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I find it hard choosing a course at times
You know? It’s like I start one way, then just flip
Momentum trying to drag me onwards
But turbulent, wild, uncontrolled, caught in a rip
Being tossed from wave to wave and choice after choice
Roll up onto the peak, teeter on the edge, then tip
Into the unseen abyss beyond, down to new depths
Then suddenly I am back in the light, and up on the lip
Caught up in a whirlpool, endlessly on the turn, in the churn
Telling myself, “Look man, you really need to get a grip!!!”
Then forgetting myself as the maelstrom renews
A thought, fleeting, almost there, like a name on my tongue’s tip
Hazy, dreamlike consciousness, like seeing shapes in clouds
But nothing tangible, never the whole story, always only a chip
At the mercy of the winds of imagination, drifting across minds sky
The ghosts of my past, and remnants of my soul, the crew sailing this ship

Billy 13/02/2015

The Poet

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Yeah! yeah! so you get it, I’m not very happy
Sitting here throwing my thoughts at the lappy
Trying to make it sound valid, not trappy
As I explain once again why I’m feeling so crappy

Looking for ways to uphold my pretence
To stop feelings and thoughts from causing offence
To not only just rhyme, but also make sense
Whilst also still trying to sound quite intense

Exploration of heart and what’s brewing inside
Rolling with the waves and emotional tide
Wrestling with logic and linguistic pride
To present in a form that appears to just glide

So sit down and try it, just give it a go
Open your heart up and let the verse flow
Allow it some room and allow it to grow
And release all those things that you’d much rather show

The sense of release is reward on it’s own
The depth and emotion put flesh to the bone
The words on the page are the heart you have shown
The feelings expressed are the seeds you have sewn

Billy 22/11/13