The Dreaming Boy
By Paul J. Radford
Young boy, let life be your dream
Do not let their venom poison your stream
Give yourself the chance
Be on your way, as the swallows dance
And as you go, in your migrating ballet,
Keep your dreams with you, press play
You must never kill your dream, Young boy,
Nobody else shall ever kill your dream, Young boy
Young boy, remember the reasons why
Be yourself, let one smile, let one cry
Young boy, you shall always be you
Young boy, you shall always be you
You are here as your name,
You shall only play the rules of your own game
Your true success is within,
Not portrayed on your animal skin
You must never kill your dream, Old boy,
Nobody else shall ever kill your dream, Old boy
Old boy, remember the reasons why
Be yourself, let one smile, let one cry
You must never
kill your dream,
Nobody else
shall ever
kill your dream,
The View From the Bakerloo
By Paul J. Radford
Look at you,
The view from the Bakerloo,
with your futile,
selfish demands,
subsequently breeding
your futile and selfish problems.
Itching your flees,
and ruffling your hair,
as your anxiety,
and insecurity,
is all too bare.
Tremendously trendy,
Oh, so encouraged are such emotions amongst you humans,
yet these taunts are nothing but that.
merely a biproduct of your vanity.
One life, live it, get it over with.
That seems to be your way.
I watch, as you beckon your brains for aid,
as you dwell, in your minds parade -
fixated upon the past,
disillusioned by the present,
and unprepared for the future.
Fools in suits,
politically inept,
morally barren
and temperamentally unfit.
The end of your days is your only joys -
but what do you expect from this life
if it is conclusions
to which you excitement deploys?
If it wasn't for the engines of vehicles
and the screeching of brakes...
...silence.
A Poseidon of simple pleasures
An anguish of diminishing essences
And yet, nevertheless,
a portrait of life itself
Look at you,
The view from the Bakerloo.