overheard skype conference call

Cory: well I'm the oldest of all 3 of you so you should all do as I say...
Zach: yes but I'm old in spirit - inside I'm a magical, wonderful butterfly who has wisdom beyond my years!

A plus

Zach (doing his design and tech homework): how do I find where the middle is on this A3 sheet?
J: just measure in 21cms
Zach (laughing his head off) : OMG that's so nerdy - how on earth do you just know that without looking it up?
J (laughing also): I do a lot of work in photoshop - I can tell you the measurements of all A size paper - A4 is 29.7cms by 21cms, A3 is 29.7 by 42!'
Zach (still giggling hysterically): That's so sad ...
J: I know

that ain't love

you wanted me and pastures new
you wanted cake and eat it too
you said this life's not one you chose
that ain't love babe that ain't even close 


can't make you love me if you don't
can't make you want the things you won't
can't make right what you propose
that ain't love babe that ain't even close

The Cure - Lullaby (Live Reading Festival 2012) - still totally awesome!

Robert Smith Rules

the reason for my rhyme

Putting words in sets that rhyme
might seem to be a waste of time
but it calms the screams inside my brain
and puts a blanket on the pain
damps it down enough to breathe
gives me respite from fatigue
I don't do it to create high art
It just stops me falling apart...

For Zach

I thought that I'd been aiming higher
but you still got caught in crossfire
Friendly fire is just as deadly
as bullets sent intently

I'm sorry for the shouting
Feel bad about the fighting
Wish you'd never heard the words
or seen the clashing of our swords

I'm sorry for the swearing
This suit of hate I'm wearing
All the thunder and the lightning
the squeeze of stomach tightening

I'm sorry for the screaming
The waking of the dreaming
I never meant to make you sad
You're the best thing I ever had

Please forgive me for the treason
There's no excuses in the reason
that would mend the trust that's broken
or believe the words I've spoken

you can't fix me

I don't want you to fix me
you don't have my permission
to pull down my supporting walls
and paint the rooms blue
or tidy my shelves
or make them brand new
you liked my exterior
but wanted to redesign
my interior to suit
your desires for
an upmarket residence
with room to extend
and a plot you can mend
but I want someone
who likes me for who I am
and maybe even likes me more
for who I'm not...

wasted lives

I really just want to grab you and shake you until all the hours of my life that you’ve wasted fall out

lousy friends

this is how our story ends
we were lousy lovers
and we're worse as friends
no-one's heart recovers
from the words we've spoken
freedom comes at such a cost
what we built we've broken
love's labours lost ...

this was the love

For years I never reconciled

your cruel with your kind

or your magic with your mind

but always hoped that we could find

a way to make this tangled web unwind

so close your eyes
open your heart and take my gift
to heal the pain and mend the rift

This was the love I had for you

It was good as gold

It was sweet enfold

It won’t grow old

It won’t go cold

This was the love you had for me

it was heart and souled

it was uncontrolled

it won’t grow old

It won’t go cold



These are the people we're meant to be

We’re bright and bold

We're brave untold

We won’t grow old

We won’t go cold

so close your eyes
open your heart and take my gift
to heal the pain and mend the rift