Showing posts with label soul. Show all posts
Showing posts with label soul. Show all posts

Sunday, 9 February 2014

2534 - Thoughts in the key of life

I'm listening to 'Songs In The Key Of Life'
Stevie Wonder, 1976
'Have A Talk With God' has finished, and I've
An insight into how the mind plays tricks
But by doing so cleverly unpicks
The lack of love, the contusions, with soul
Creates inner peace and strength and so kicks
Back, giving a chance to those in a hole
Enabling them to climb out, reach their goal
Though hampered by such handicaps and strife
In this case, the spirit creates music
But it could be any art, any role
'I Wish' takes us all back when we believed
Life could be a paradise, not conflict

Friday, 7 February 2014

2532 - Do the right thing

Here I am again, having just put down
My guitar, now it's time to cool down and
Just watch some TV, melt away the frown
Not that I'm frowning, despite all I've had
To put up with, people acting quite bad
But as long as I act right, I'm happy
We should always act right, I always had
Well that's not true, but who has, but I'll be
At peace with myself and I'll be stress-free
As long as I don't listen to the sound
Of negativity, talk to my hand
Being successful in society
Normally means it's soul prostitution
At least til then I can be my own man

Tuesday, 19 January 2010

1233 - Sonnet full of soul

I’m listening to a soul compilation
While typing this quick diary entry
I’ll turn the TV on when I am done
To watch Man United versus City
The League Cup semi, live on BBC
I’ve done so much since I got home, and yet
There’s still so much more, if I want to be
What I want to be. I’ve now got a chart
Mapping out strategies, and I must start
Following its guidance. The TV’s on -
It’s EastEnders! Not seen that probably
For five years. Now the time has come for sport
But I won’t just sit there; I’ll also strum
And practise my cover versions shortly

Tuesday, 29 September 2009

1077 - Stone soul survivor

Some people climb mountains, strain their utmost
Some people start businesses, work all day
Some people take it slow, with tea and toast
Some people, like me, find things hard to say
But never fear, if words all slip away
Or there’s no-one to hear, no-one to text
Just play some favourite music; you’ll find they
Don’t matter. You’ve found beauty so complex
Beauty that never ages, never sets
Out to cause pain. Guardian angel ghost
You flit from long dead brain into mine. Play,
Play on till I’m asleep, my genius guest -
Only you understand, are not opposed
To soul’s expression through some other way
Sun 16 Aug