The Tower by The Green Flare

Won't you turn your will upon me.
A brighter light to guide my way.
To draw me ever nearer.
In your realm is where I'd stay.

Deep Red Queen, release your tongue!
Be determined with your power.
Whisper the verse, a spell invoked
and free me from the tower.

Stone walls that blind and narrow mind,
blunting things before they start.
Deep Red Queen will you break through.
Set your seal upon my heart.

Good subject I, if I'm set free.
You could not wish a better.
Good servant I, set by your knee
Obeying to the letter.

Deep Red Queen be good to me.
Use your free mind well.
Release me from the Towers clutch
and make a haven within hell.

Are you OK by the Green Flare

I wonder how you are today,
I do hope everything's OK?
Only,
I haven't seen you out to play,
Since last Tuesday week.

There's a lot of coughs and colds about.
I've suffered both without a doubt,
Perhaps that's why you've not been out?
I hope that's all it is.

I wonder when you might be back.
To meet up on the old dirt track.
Just you, me, Billy oh, and Jack.
I do hope you're OK!

Twiddle Fingers by The Green Flare

TWIDDLE FINGERS.

Lay enchantments over me,
Twiddle Fingers make the spell.
Magic me a fire,
warmth, colour, all things well.

I'm open to suggestion
in the warmth of fires light.
Let Twiddle Fingers touch me
and see the smile bright.

I have a charm, a unicorn.
He brings hope to all forlorn.
Gifts joy and luck and all things true.
His horn is pointing straight at you.

Let Twiddle Fingers circle me,
vibrating deep within.
Let Twiddle Tingles play on me
like harp or violin.

I'm open to suggestion
in the glow of your warm light.
Oh Twiddle Fingers, reach for me.
And fly me into night.

The Tower by The Green Flare

THE TOWER

Won't you turn your will upon me.
A brighter light to guide my way.
To draw me ever nearer.
In your realm is where I'd stay.

Deep Red Queen, release your tongue!
Be determined with your power.
Whisper the verse, a spell invoked
and free me from the tower.

Stone walls that blind and narrow mind,
blunting things before they start.
Deep Red Queen will you break through.
Set your seal upon my heart.

Good subject I, if I'm set free.
You could not wish a better.
Good servant I, set by your knee
Obeying to the letter.

Deep Red Queen be good to me.
Use your free mind well.
Release me from the Towers clutch
and make a haven within hell.

Saved by the Green Flare

The Green Flare is saving the day. When my words are dried up the Green Flare steps up and fills in the gaps with style and grace. Thanks Green Flare!

MISUNDERSTOOD

Someone's got to do it.
So it might as well be me.
Someones got to do it.
And do it peacefully.

Someone had to do it.
So I did the most I could.
Someone had to do it.
But I misunderstood.

I jumped too quick to take the oar.
I could not hear above the roar.

Someones got to do it.
I don't want to but I will.
Someones got to do it.
So we'll take the bitter pill.

Someone had to do it.
Don't jeapordise our wealth.
Someone had to do it.
We feared about your health.

Not to mention confidence.
And competence as well.

So now we've gorn an' dunnit.
And the best that we all could.
What's Dun is Dun, it wasn't fun.
But no 'ard feelin's anyone.
We just misunderstood.

Bubbleland by The Green Flare

I'm happier not knowing thanks,

I'd rather just envision.

I'll just sit here, in Bubbleland,

Not watch the television.

Too much know is not so good.

With twisted facts, half understood.

And orange people with bright teeth,

Shout out the latest corporate beef.

Expecting us to feel the grief,

While never looking underneath.

I, upon the other hand,

Am happier in Bubbleland.

I get the picture, all is shit,

That would seem the sum of it.

They hate them and they hate those.

Another Tyrant to depose?

While we, the peaceful are asleep,

Satellites in space go bleep.

Sending news on down our way.

Tomorrow is another day!

But I've banned the clock to make a stand.

We won't get up, in Bubbleland.

Happy When Wet

Today we have the words of the Green Flare to save us from silence.

Happy When Wet

What of all this rain and wind?
Sky full, grey as lead.
It matters not to me, you see.
For the sun's out 

In my head.
Let the rain flow over me,
Soak me through and through.
It matters not to me, you see.
For I'm happy, 

You be too.

The Spider God

So, after a fantastical adventure down a different, if somewhat familiar, trouser leg of time, I am pleased to say that my good friend The Green Flare has returned. Enigmatic as always the tale I was told of the strange time that befell them will thrill me for days to come!

I celebration of their return the Green Flare has written the entry for today.

SPIDER GOD

Godhead sat in dingy lair.

Uncomfortable on a liars chair,

Flicking poison everywhere.

Whilst crazy vapors filled the air.

All it saw in others good,

It spat upon; just like it would.

It's web of insecurities

Brought all before it to their knees.

Twisting thoughts and taking tongues,

Tainting air within their lungs.

It turned the world upon its head

And messed with it till it was dead.

And then it sat and moped and cried,

Regretting those it'd caused to die.   

"I'll resurrect you, make you shine

Just how I'd like, so you'll be mine.

Think like me. 

Dance for me.

Do everything, 

Do all for me.

And then I'll let you breathe, you'll see."

Poison all who come within,

Then smugly scratch your mottled skin.

Let your silent signal traps begin,

And beckon other spiders in.

Dark spider god its flock dispersed,

Must seek new flies to do its worst.

But I with truthful, shining pin

Can pierce its bloated abdomen.

Stir the ichor, acidic brew.

And curse it roundly for all its done to you.

The Green Flare - A Short Sentence

I'm in a prison,

Did a small wrong,

 and

They locked me up;

But not for long...

The Green Flare - Tarot for The Unwary

The most mysterious Green Flare has eaten too much sulphur again. Still it shakes the words loose and the occasional fire is a small price to pay.

Merryl used the Tarot cards.
She'd read them every day.
For Merryl hoped the Tarot Cards
would guide and show the way.

Lovingly she'd lay them out
on velvet cloth of black.
With book on lap, she'd practise them
until she had the knack.

The way Arcane is what she sought
Major minor all.
She committed them to memory
Till they lodged within her thought.

One day she felt she'd broken through
the purple shaded veil.
Intensity of all her will
had drained her spirits pail.

She met a man named Rod-er-ney
She hoped he was the one.
But she spread the cards, before her legs
to see if harm could come.

The cards warned 'GO!' But her heart said 'NO!'
And so she went ahead.
But Dark Rodders was a twisted soul.
Shagged. Strangled. Left for dead.

Rod nicked her cash and took the deck.
Thought nothing of the deed.
He laid them down in the Rose and Crown
Five quid a go, he'd read.

A Crack Head, Tom, he took him on.
Smug Roddo spread the deck.
Then made up things that upset Tom,
who stabbed him in the neck.

As life ebbed, Rods mind worked quick
A plea to God rehearsed.
What nasty Rodders never knew
was that he'd read the cards reversed!

If you would study Tarot cards,
perhaps you feel the need.
They never state, but indicate.
And you'd do well to heed.

The cards don't speak in earthly ways
So read them at your peril
Be wise and view them thoughtfully
Or end like Rod and Merryl.

The Green Flare - What?

This is a guest poem by my very good friend, The Green Flare. They are an enigma wrapped up in a duvet... which is often on fire. Still, they're a Wordsmith and I'm keeping them.

What

You know what you are
Don't you?
You know you are,
You know?

You're one of them
S'what you are.
I know you know,
my friend.

You aint no lamb
You aint no sheep
You are not alone
You are not asleep

You know what I be
Don't you?
You know, I know,
You know?

I'm one of them
S'what I are
So now you know,
my friend.

I be no lamb
You aint no sheep
we're not alone
I'm just asleep