Posts Tagged ‘Song’


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Frost Fire Days

On frost fire days
When all you are is need
When killers don’t kill the pain
Or stop the bleed

On frost fire days
Don’t clutch at straws
With fingers numb
And feelings raw

You must not yearn
For that needed kiss
That can never again
Touch your lips

Some things are forever lost,
When through fingertips they slip
Those tender moments
Are now someone else’s gift

On frost fire days
There are things to be done
Forget battles lost
Think of what you’ve won

© 2015 Peter Anstiss

If you like Frost Fire why not check out one of my older posts

The Forever Man

https://petescribes.wordpress.com/2013/05/11/the-forever-man-first-love-last-love-lost-love-forever-love/

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Sling shot

I want to sling shot
Around your heart
Time travel right back
To the start

I want to kiss you
For the first time again
Feel the warmth of your breath
As you whisper my name

There are some battles
That just can’t be won
Some decisions
That can’t be undone

Is that the way it is?
Is that the way it needs to be?
Between you and me
Can’t we conquer history

I want to thrill
At the touch of your flesh
Be forever young
Never haunted by death

So many things get lost
But good things stand the test
We are a good thing
But a good thing with a twist

There are some battles
That just can’t be won
Some decisions
That can’t be undone

Is that the way it is?
Is that the way it needs to be?
Between you and me
Can’t we rewrite our history

© 2014 Peter Anstiss

The beginnings of a song…


manchester

Manchester, my spiritual home…

Manchester is my spiritual home
I go there when I am alone
It’s where it doesn’t matter what’s in my heart
It’s where no one sees me fall apart

I walk with ghosts and friends of old
The silence weighs heavy on my soul
I pray that in one thing, religion is wrong
And he might hear the holy song

This place of rain and bitter winds
This place of football and songs I sing
It seems to understand the path I tread
It soothes my heart when I am full of dread

Could we walk together one more time?
Maybe you could place your hand in mine?
And I could tell you why I caused you pain
And in a small way we might begin again

© 2013 by Peter Anstiss

 

 

 

 


fallen trees

This week marks a whole year on WordPress. Well as usual I am behind on all my writing projects and falling in and out of love with my work on an almost daily basis. (I am sure I am not alone in this.)

The last seven days however have been very productive for me and as I sit enjoying the fruits of my labours it struck me that I spend a lot of time thinking, writing and rewriting. Why do I do it? Over the years it hasn’t amounted to any financial gain as such. I don’t have hordes of fans waiting for my next work and sometimes I simply hate what I write. I then started to think about my ideas and where they come from. Having quickly plotted the journey of the last thing I wrote to my surprise I found an answer of sorts.

Why do I write? Well here is a blow by blow account of the last thing I wrote. Where it started, how long it took and where it is going and maybe, just may be at the end I will share my answer.

So I am out walking, something I don’t do so often since I took up running, but my knee is sore and I have decided to take a walk instead today. It’s a nice day and after a winter of rain and storms it is good to be walking one of my favourite routes. It has been flooded and inaccessible for a while, but at last things have started to dry out. I am lost in reflective thought when I come across these two trees blocking may path. They have fallen in the recent storms. Of course I have seen fallen trees before, but for me these trees were different. Once they stood tall, proud and so very close, so close that their leaves had surely brushed each other in the wind. They had stood together in rain or shine and they had fallen together. It was clearly possible that one might have caused the demise of the other. So there it was right there in front of me, the inspiration for my first few lines. A relationship without words, two trees, their branches twisted, broken and entwined with each other. Maybe they had only touched when the wind blew a certain direction, but they had known real longevity, they had been something special. (Wow that’s a lot to get from a couple of trees, but that’s the way my mind works.)

If you fall,

Then I’ll fall,

If you break,

I’ll break

Of course now I am no longer thinking about trees, I am striding on towards home and thinking about relationships, endings and powerful emotions that make us slaves, whether we are willing or not. I write what I call burnable lines, words that don’t really capture the tone I am want to set, which is a love that has longevity, endurance and perhaps is a little bit un-requited.

A day passes and a tweet catches my eye ‘To stop time kiss’ and suddenly I have more lines.

We don’t have to be together

I’ll know it

Whether

It’s rain or shine for you

 

Even if you are his lover

And not mine

Even if I can’t stop time

For you

 

If you hurt

Then I’ll hurt

If you heal

Then I’ll heal

 

Even if you love someone else

I’ll do my best

My very best

To do the same

 

Even if I am a success

It won’t make me

Love you less

Need you less

So there it was; my poem. It had a nice feel, capturing the essence of longing and loving that I was after, but after closer inspection it really didn’t stand up to much scrutiny. In truth it felt more like a song. It is amazing how perception of a piece of writing changes by calling it a song. You get to repeat yourself in a song. A song gets supported by a melody and a good voice. (If the song is lucky.)

So I picked up my guitar and before I knew it I had a tune to compliment my words. After a short protest I roped in my son to play the complicated bits, add polish and help keep me in time. We added the wonders of Mobile phone recording technology into our process and one week on the journey of my words is nearly complete. All that is left to do is share the fruits of my labour and reveal the answer to my question. Why do I write?

Well the answer is simple, because I enjoy it, because I feel I have something to say and because the act of sharing my work requires me to be brave in ways I am not comfortable with, which ultimately is good for me. (I think)

I have posted the song below sung at a pitch that made my wife frown and possibly could make your ears bleed. But I am being brave and have something to say about fallen trees and forever loves.

 

If you fall

 
If you fall
Then I’ll fall
If you break
Then I’ll breakIf you hurt
Then I’ll hurt
If you heal
Then I’ll healWe don’t have to be together
I’ll know it
Whether
It’s rain or shine for you

Even if your his lover
And not mine
Even if I can’t stop time
For you

(Repeat Chorus)

If you love someone else
I’ll do my best
My very best
To do the same

Even if I am a success
It won’t make me
Love you less
Need you less

If you fall
Then I’ll fall
For you
Again

© 2014 by Peter Anstiss