SteveRogers’ blog

WHO' D HAVE THOUGHT - 1918

Funny now isn't it? maybe not.

who would have thought they could be so wrong

incompetent,untrustworthy,untried, unsound.

Who would have thought my enemy was so like me.

Scared, bullied,starved, fucked from the start.

Funny now silly me.

Who would have thought we could be sent to die, for nothing at all

in freezing mud, far from home, killing and dying for politics and vanity.

Who would have known

that the stink of death would never leave

hatred of people i really would have liked would be my only pay.

While i was in shit and bullets and wire crawling through hell

you were raising funds for the church choir

Bless you England i will not forget

.

Together we learned to march and kill and dig and freeze at night

trenches oozed and stank, no light, no warmth no hope.

if i run they say i will spend eternity in hell! Please.

Who would have thought mud aand dirt could be safe

friends would make good armour,

rats a delicacy to savour

and death could be  embraced like a lover.

THE DEVIL AND Mr J

Bury my dried up husk just there

on this dusty crossroads

i have made my choices, move on

do not look for my soul here

I am jamming, slaying those riffs

making heavenly music down in hell

jamming with the devil

Nothing ever moved me like those 6 beautiful strings

those 12 notes. I have caressed you like all the lovers of the world

and savoured every second

Do not pray for me, i was saved by fire and blistering finger work

i have Lucifer on Bass and eternity to play

a strange duo i agree

the devil and Mr J

A SORROW TO DEEP FOR TEARS

Everything gray or black or stone

except handles gold, gloves white

people terminally sad shades of blackness

into the chapel

i remember a green hill, gray cloth

a black lake under dark sky's

and a sorrow to deep for tears.

i want to pull you from that brown box and

dance you out the door, hold your precious body

so cold and empty once more. Hear you laughing, laughing...

i remember you walking into a room looking like no one else ever

and a sorrow to deep for tears.

MISOGYNIST

You accuse me of hating women!

Wrong. I love women.

Black or white, large or small

Wonderfully intoxicating, different frustrating

delicious enthralling

No i don't hate women, darling.

just you.

FINALLY - 1918

Whiskey and night and smokey memories of you

Darkness, soaring  mountains, laughing faces

breaking hearts.

Hats, dancing and red lips, music and light.

Stiff winged birds dropping through a blue world

friendship's that last a lifetime, weeks, hours.

Canvas cracking, engine's howling, green and brown  dirt and blue.

Crumpled mess innocence destroyed, screaming and tears and tears

Do you remember that you bastards!

SOMETHING   LOVELY

It seems we live in dark times

financial stress,terrorists

 and  icebergs

berthing and dying too soon.

Billions of dollars for weapons

 and our new rockets

Can't get us back to the moon.

But you

smiling

across a crowded room

eyes flashing just for me.

Secret's and memories

only we share

of something lovely.

THE LAST DAY OF MY LIFE

Tonight i have said goodbye to the

things that matter.

I have sent love to those i thought may care.

So few,

 so tender,

 maybe next time.

I always thought i would be surounded by love

but

there is just me, just me.

Please do not wrench your heart, i have done that for you.

Please do not fear to tear down the things that matter

for in the end

they do  not.

THE GIRL FROM WOKING

I met the girl from Woking in the first Australian Settlement

A river runs through it like my hometown.

She was slender and sexy and  sensual

and her eyes  blazed darkly,

with 'intelligence and  English humour.

How wonderful she was, the girl from Woking.

A typical day changed forever by someone i will not forget.

TAKE MY HAND

It's a cold day, strange

I have watched you for so long.

Darkness and sun

and crowds

and longing and hope

You move so beautifully,

like a cloud

or an anchient ship

 on deep water

Your hair is blacker than death,

softer than breathing

the reason for art.

If i fall into your blue eyes

will you take my hand

and

save my life

TO THE END

So finally, we come to the end.

You would have liked this place, this day.

How noble you would have looked

straight hair,

the blue of your dress reflected by the

clear water

 and your eyes and the

endless sky.

We walked through these tree's the first time, together.

It was winter and so cold,

our breath

 like small banks of cloud between us

mingling briefly then fading

like memories and warmth and love.