Musical Madness

The musical madness has me in its grasp.
It twists and turns my emotions,
Holds my strings,
Makes me gasp.

Each note,
Each chord,
Each rhythm,
Each phrase,
Drives me on,
Sends me on a coaster ride,
Tosses my emotions inside.

The musical madness has me in its grip.
Causes me to laugh and cry,
Makes my daily mask slip.
I slide into its joyous embrace,
Never wanting to leave,
Creating the soundtrack for my life,
Yet never seeing its true face.

The musically madness has me,
Ne'er let it leave...

J R A Gigney
(31 May 2012)

Soft Hands

With hands soft as silk,
Your skin I caress.
Your lips are of fire,
And there's love in your breast.

Your heart it beats fast,
This is a feeling so pure.
A touch of a soft loving hand,
Makes you right to feel sure.



J R A Gigney
(12 May 2012)

Limerick Numberr ??.1

A young man from old Walthamstow,
Down the Thames had decided to row.
But he did break an oar,
So he readily swore,
And also he hurt his big toe.



J R A Gigney
On the Occasion of the 200th Anniversary of Edward Lear's birth
(12 May 2012)

Limerick Number ??

There was a young man from Cold Norton,
Whose legs did increasingly shorten.
When they were but stumps,
He could do no more jumps,
That poor nice young man from Cold Norton.

J R A Gigney
For the 200th Anniversary of Edward Lear's birth
(12 May 2012)

Friend

Oh sit and cry,
Upon thy chest,
Or rest your head,
Upon my chest.

So kiss me,
If I be your friend,
And know,
I'll be there to the end.

Forgive my faults,
If me you love,
And then we'll end,
In heaven above.




J R A Gigney
(9 May 2012)

Dark Heart

Find me in the Dark Heart,
Don't delve into my mind.
Its darkness is without depths,
That is what you'll find.

Find me in the Fire,
With daemons all about.
Sitting on my shoulders,
In my ears they shout.

Find me in the Dark Heart.
Find me in despair.
Then leave as quickly as you can,
For you don't want to be there.

Find my soul in turmoil,
As my mind freaks out.
Find me at the junction,
Not knowing which way is out...





J R A Gigney
(8th May 2012)

The Protector

Atop the cliff it landed,
A shape so giant and dark.
It's cat-like eyes of orange,
Flash in the morning light.
It's teeth sharp as a sharks.
It watches the scene below,
And it waits.

This is a valley of chaos,
A time of the reanimated,
A time of the Living Dead.
Those who are survivors,
Daren't look up.
They don't see the Protector,
Perched,
Ready to strike.

The guns of the survivors,
Blast out in the morning air!
The moans of the defiled,
Lost in the constant screams of the bitten,
The eaten,
The dead reborn.

An almighty roar!
All look up in fear.
Atop the cliff the dark shape rises,
Rises to its full ethereal height.
It's leathery wings outstretched,
Silhouetted against the Sun.

Another roar of defiance!
It launches from its perch.
Swooping from its high point,
Swiftly descending in attack.
Survivors run in terror,
But them it does not touch.
Fire issues forth from its lips,
Burning the living dead,
Purifying the earth in its wake.
Ancient talons relieve the afflicted of their new life.
The living cheer it on!

As swiftly as it had begun,
It is over.
The Dragon has fulfilled its purpose.
It lands at town centre.
Roars of triumph,
Drown the jubilant cheers of the people.
Then majestically,
It spreads it's wings,
And lifts itself from the ground.
The living watch in awe,
As it circles around the town,
Then flies towards the sun lit cliffs.
There it lands to survey its work,
And after a while,
Leaves for its cozy lair.
To wait to be called again.
To wait patiently.

The Survivors begin to rebuild,
Thankful for their lives,
Grateful to their Protector,
Their Saviour,
Who returns to watch,
From time to time,
Sitting atop the cliff.
Silhouetted against the Sun...

J R A Gigney (4th & 5th May 2012)