Part Three
Stuff from when I began writing
again in 1993.
Tranquillity of Choices (Peter Lay, 1993)
We sang to the sea
On that black and tranquil night
Songs of long ago
While cats zig-zagged across the
beach
In an age long ago
We had created images in the sand
Mermaids, giant fish and nuclear
submarines
Trapped in the tranquillity of choices
Lighthouse (Peter Lay, 1993)
Helen (the bright one) + Peter (the
rock) =
Short Red Skirt (Peter Lay, 1995)
Short red skirt, knees drawn up
Raising the spirits of a fleet of
lorry drivers
Javea (Peter Lay, 1995)
Cool and sophisticated in the snug
fitting blue dress
The garage attendants, one in front
and one behind
As she bent low over the desk to
sign the slip
Caressed her body with their eyes
Later she brought silent cheers from
the builders
As naked she rode the whale…
A moment of sheer beauty
Frozen in time by the eye
Breathe... (Paul Kalis, 2000)
I guess you know
cause we've been down this same
old road
and though it shows
it is something you ignore
as you don't know right now
you are only breathing out
and you slide down, right now
in a kind of freakin' out
I hear you breathing
you face the world and loose yourself
a kind of freaking
in your inner sense
don't leave me now
let the worse come to an end
as we grow older, alone
Face yourself now
you don't mind no consequences
let it slip
let your world slip out of hand
and you don't know right now
breathing in and breathing out
and you slide down, right now
in a kind of freaking out
I hear you breathing
you face the world and loose yourself
a kind of freaking way
Don’t leave me now
just let the consequences of us
growing older
Vibrate
slow your head down
leave your fragile innocence
with me a while
let the rush come to an end
as you don't know right now
you breathe in and breathing out
and you slide down, right now
in a kind of freakin' out
I hear you breathing
you face the world and loose yourself
a kind of freaking way
don't leave me now
just let the consequences of us
growing older
vibrate
From the Album 'Rage
of the Common Sense' by Journeys End
© & Publishing,
Journeys End & RedBoots Publishing
www.redbootsman.com
No Drill (Paul Kalis, 2000)
The Smoke blows out your brains
As you try to smoke insane
From the Album 'Rage
of the Common Sense' by Journeys End
Coptright &
Publishing, Journeys End.
www.redbootsman.com
I believe in you (Zaira c.2002)
Ever since I took your hand...
I've seen green pastures and new
lands....
I understand it's hard for you.......
I've got somehow to get this through......
Cos I believe in you, I believe in you, yes I believe in you....
When the thunder begins to crack
up way above...
And I don't believe in a word called
love....
I believe in you, I believe in you,
yes
I believe in you....
When the birds take to the sky in
their flight....
And children wake up crying in the
night....
I believe in you, I believe in you....
My life will never be the same....
As my music takes me far away....
And people will begin to really
see....
A part that they never knew was
me.....
I believe in you, I believe in you, yes I believe in you....
When the thunder begins to crack
above...
And I don't believe in a word called
love....
I believe in you, I believe in you,
yes I believe in you....
When the birds take to the sky in
their flight....
And children wake up crying in the
night....
I believe in you, I believe in you,
yes I believe in you....
Na... Na... Na...
And I don't believe in a word called love, but I believe in you, yes I believe in you, yes I believe in you, Cos I believe in you.
Copyright &
Publishing, Zaira
www.zairamusic.com
One Day (Peter Lay, 2002)
One day, maybe…
One day
Some day
Night or day
As fish in the trees fall into the
leaves
And the bondage dog hails from afar
St George with a thrust of his trusty
broadsword
Pierces the heart of the Haarlem
Harlot
And frees the dragon
From its chains
Harmony (Peter Lay, 2003)
The stones at Avebury
And a perfect rainbow
Stonehenge
Illuminated by the lights of distant
cars
Too Hot to Handle (Peter Lay, 2003)
The curve of her derriere, so intoxicating
As naked she disappears up the stairs
I wonder is the way she feels
Dictated by what she wears
The Carrot and the Resin (Peter Lay, 2003)
The Carrot arrived, a little worse
for wear.
But soon it was introduced to the
Resin.
As the Carrot watched the Resin
swirling
Its excitement grew in anticipation
of the meeting.
Soon it was slipped into the glass,
it was ready.
The resin flowed over the Carrot,
enveloping it with its touch
The Carrot was excited, the resin
irresistible
As the heat grew the Carrot melted
into the embrace of the Resin
Soon they were one, past the point
of no return
The Carrot and the Resin joined
in love.
The Kiss in your eyes (Peter Lay, 2003)
The flickering gaze in your eyes
As our lips gently meet
Small tender electric kisses
Send shivers to my feet
The First Time (Peter Lay, 2003)
Stretched, handcuffed and whipped
Blown away @53
The Riddle of the shoes (Peter Lay, 2003)
Have you ever noticed as you drive down the highways and byways of this green and pleasant land the number of used shoes that have been lost or discarded along your route? At the edge of the road, next to central reservations, on roundabouts, you name it, there they are. Have you also noticed that it is always just one shoe? Herein lies a riddle!
Are they the discarded footwear of a number of one-legged people joined together into a sort of club who throw away their shoes on the Nations roads as some kind of strange ritual? Or how many two-legged people do you see walking about with only one shoe? Not many I’m sure.
For me the riddle is not why someone
would decide to throw one of his or her shoes out of a car, it’s not for
me to question this strange phenomenon, no; the riddle for me is what happens
to the other shoe?
Monaco (Peter Lay, 2003)
I went to Monaco
Saw some comedy
Bought some hats
For Sophie and Sam
I went to Monaco
Not for a holiday
But saw some sights
That are very grand
I went to Monaco
Had lots of meetings
Doing business here
Is ‘Oh so Glam’
I Love …… (Peter Lay, 2003)
I love the look in your big brown
eyes
As your hands race across my chest
Flicking my nipples to distraction
Excited in eager anticipation
Breakfast (Peter Lay, 2004)
Cinnamon & raisin bagels with
butter?
Coffee
Porridge?
Coffee
Crunchy muesli mix with yogurt?
Coffee
Toast with Marmalade or Damson jam?
Coffee
Boiled eggs?
Coffee
Scrambled eggs?
Coffee
Eggs & bacon?
Coffee
Sausages & tomatoes?
Coffee
Ode to a Christmas Tree (Peter Lay, 2004)
Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree
Wherefore art thou Christmas tree?
The centre-piece of Christmas spirit
With tinsel and baubles so brightly
lit.
Do you remember being the star?
As you lay on your side
Beside the house
Where you have been left to rot
and die
Uncertainty (Peter Lay, 2004)
Your voice on the end of the phone
Is an oasis in the desert
Light in the midst of uncertainty
Knowing you three are safe
Warms my heart
Ode to Mabel (Peter Lay, January 2004)
A nine letter word,
Cancelled
Easy jet
Flight no 2518
Wednesday
28 January 2004
Nice to Luton
Previous flight
Delayed
Engine problems
Now cancelled
Snow
At Luton.
That plane
Should have
Flown
To Luton
And back
Becoming
My flight,
Hence
My flight
Inevitably
Cancelled.
My options
Thursday
Amsterdam
Then a flight
To Luton
For £80
Or Luton
Direct
On Friday
10.40am
Not wanting
To spend
I chose
Friday
Now facing
36 hours
At
Nice Airport
Bags are
Heavy
Find a
Trolley
Then hunt
For sleep
Terminal two
Closing down
Try
Terminal one.
Park my
Trolley
Like dumping
An old friend
Plenty at
Terminal one
Looks like
Mabel
So becomes
Mabel
(two)
The original
Becoming
Mabel
(one)
In
Retrospect.
Losing my
Mind
At this
Point.
As I
Begin
My vigil
For sleep
Tramps
Also
Wandering
Reminded of
Friends
Of ours
Most of
Their
Luggage
Stolen
Whilst
Sleeping
At
Charles de Gaul
So
Thanks
To
Ged
And the guys
From
Demolition Records
In Jarrow
A few hours
Company
A pack of
Winston
Blue,
But on their
Laptop
No League of Extraordinary Gentlemen
Their option
Early
To Newcastle
Next morning,
Leaving their
Car
Parked
At Luton!
Later
Searching for
Somewhere
Secure
In a quiet
Area
A spotless
Disabled
Toilet
I wheeled in
Mabel
Plugged in
My phone
Got my
Head down
Sleep
Awake to
Sound
Of sloshing
Water
The cleaners throwing
Water
At the
Walls,
An early morning
French custom?
I don't think so...
Bizarre!
One hour
Later
I'm sat
A self service
Cafe,
That finally
Deemed
To open,
Coming back
To life
As I
Drink
Coffee
And eat
Croissants.
My plan
For
The day
To return
And
Explore
Terminal two
I learn
It has
A new extension
After breakfast
I head for
The bus stop
Say my
Farewells
To Mabel,
And board
The shuttle
Bus,
On arrival
I choose
My new
Trolley
Hello Mabel
(three)
Glimmer of hope
Managed
To get
On standby
21.20 flight,
Tonight
In the
Meantime
Burger King
For lunch
Visit the
Shops
Phone home
Visit the
New extension
It’s circular
Has a nice
Self Service
Restaurant
With a view
Where I
Set up
Base
Watching the
Planes
Take Off
And land
Against
A backdrop
Of
A blue
sky
And sea
Much later
I'm checked
In
From
Standby
Bye Mabel
But security
Don't like
My
Nice lighter
I have to
Give it
Up
Should have
Packed it
In my
Checked
Luggage
Took off
About midnight
Back to
England
Luton
And
The
Snow
Berlin (Peter Lay, 2004)
Knock knock
Who's there?
Wall
Wall who?
No wall
Two Bridges (Peter Lay, 2004
In March 2004 a lorry carrying a crane crashed into a pedestrian bridge crossing Eastern Avenue in Gloucester.
In May 2004 a lorry carrying a crane
crashed into a railway bridge crossing London road in Gloucester.
Why (Peter Lay, 2004)
Why am I so pissed off?
Why am I so angry?
Why am I fat?
Why am I writing a book?
Why am I driving a Ford Mondeo?
Why haven't I got an Alfa Romeo
156
Why don’t I have enough money?
Why do I like whiskey?
Why don’t I like gin?
Why is there 60 seconds in a minute?
Why did Fiat make the Multipla?
Why am I so tired?
Why is Sophie shouting?
Why are my eyes so sore?
Why do I think of Anne when I hear
an Irish Accent?
Why do my knees ache?
Why is there 60 minutes in an hour?
Why don't people keep their appointments?
Why did I let my head rule my heart
and buy a diesel?
Why was it a Ford?
Why am I here?
Why do I rub my eyes?
Why do I want to live in spain?
Why am I buying a house in Abbeymead?
Why do I love to travel?
Why haven't I been back to Venice?
Why does it always rain in Wales?
Why do some people bottle things
up?
Why am I writing this drivel?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Do pigs sunburn?
(Peter Lay, 2004)
If so do they smell of roast pork
or frying bacon?
In summer sows must be provided with plenty of water to form wallows in order to keep cool. It is also essential to provide shade so that they do not get sunburnt.
Pigs have a mud bath. They
get covered from head-to-toe in mud, which acts like a sun block and protects
their skin.
A Flying Fcuk (Peter Lay, July 2004)
A couple copulating as they jump
off a cliff
Give it to me, give it to me.…
Yeh yeh….
Splatt!
The Fire (Peter Lay, July 2004)
The leaves catch and shrivel
The wood, slower, takes its time
Then burns with such an intensity
That the trees above, pull back
their arms
Colly is in his element
A pyromania’s desire
One brown deck-shoe – Winnycroft
Lane, Gloucester
(Peter Lay, 22 August, 2004)
One mans black lace up - A329M Bracknell
(Peter Lay, 26th August 2004)
One black trainer – Southgate Street,
Gloucester
(Peter Lay, 28 August, 2004)
One blue child’s sandal
- Outside Duplo Zone shop, Legoland
(Peter Lay,
28th
August 2004)
One pair of plimsolls
hanging from top of lamppost - Field Court Drive, Quedgeley
(Peter Lay,
4th
Sept 2004)
21 + 22 + (23) + 24 + 26 + 27 + 28
+ 29 + 30 + 32 + 34 + 36 = Partytime
(Peter Lay, March 2006)
Sh.... (Peter Lay, 2008)
You won’t need your imagination,
you say
As I try to visualize you, naked,
in bed
I send you a rose
As you flirt instead
I don’t have to imagine your hair,
I say
From the pictures you text me
Its long and blonde
And you’re very sexy
I can imagine your legs, in a tight
black skirt
As you cross them, one way, then
the other
Your stockings whispering
My temperature rising
You run your fingers through your
hair
As you turn to look my way
Your sexy hazel eyes
Locking into mine
You dare me to lower that gaze
To take in that amazing sight
38dd’s, unmissable
Left and right
I can do sexy, you say
But not one will notice here
Bloody fool say I
Grinning I swear