Poetry

Show yourself, show yourself to me

Can you find us a way out of this place please

Take the stand

Take the stand and read

I would have you read the world to me

Why do you wait on the outside and hide from the fire tonight

The deeper you burn on the inside the harder I'm ready to fight

Tell me I'm holding your hand right to bring you back into the light

And this will be just like the first time

I can't cope!!!!

Playing solo in Newark on Saturday night at some kind of crazy camping festival thing, playing in Wokingham the following weekend, being offered open mics all over the place - I am in DEMAND!!

And don't these people know I have a day job and social life to manage at the same time?

Mustn't grumble, I'll sleep when i'm dead.

Peace and joy and whatever people say.

I'm off to eat some leftovers and do something clever involving a mailing list, a whiteboard and a cold compress.