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Nowhere Without You
By Poet, Musician & Writer John Gibbens

I'm just nowhere without you,
Iím just a leaf without a tree.
I never cease
To think about you.
I want your body next to me.

I saw you shining for me
Above the breakers roar.
Down in this dark,
This dark and stormy sea
I cannot make the shore.

I'm lost in the middle of my life.
The wave is hissing downwards like a knife.
I think your hand could lift me up.
Your lovely hand is like a sacred cup.

Iím just nowhere without you.
The waterís wide and dark and deep.
I need my arms,
My arms about you,
I want to lie down where you sleep

© 2008 Gibbens/Weston

 


Moments Arrived
By Poet, Musician & Writer John Gibbens

When it turned out the way it was going,
You canít tell me you were shocked.
The wind went the way it was blowing,
The foundations of nothing were rocked.

And the pundits that leapt on their laptops
To point out the blame and the praise
Captured the moment in snapshots
Whose colours degraded to greys.

Yellow lights burn on the plaza
Where no-one would willingly walk,
Developing into disaster,
A slice of an ersatz New York.

You do pick on interesting places,
She said as we watched through the grille
The crackheads without any faces
Abandon their hope and their will.

It was hardly a century later
When the waters were lapping beneath,
She caught the eye of our waiter
Who brought us our bill in his teeth.

In the South thereís a thunderstorm brewing
By a will thatís allegedly Godís
But the newsman wonít tell us whose doing
Undid all those unlucky sods.

© 2008 Gibbens/Weston