Category: Stories

Between The Lines

by Robert Walker, posted in Stories 
I am here now for your pleasure, 
Light me up, I'm at your leisure - 
You don't know what I am thinking; 
You don't know that I am 
winking. 
 
The illusion: 
An old delusion, 
found again and lost again. 
I just missed you, 
How I missed you! 
I'm the secret hiding from you. 
 
See between the lines: 
See the signs, all around you. 
Today is our time: 
Sleepy sunshine, 
Above and beyond, 
Between the lines. 
 
Know that I see you like no other - 
I am more than just your lover. 
I am not just going somewhere -  
I am here through time 
and back 
again… 
 
I am not a number, 
I live in wonder 
now - 
You know I found it out somehow, 
Shining in the faces, 
Turning over all my pages. 
 
See between the lines: 
See the signs, all around you. 
Feel between the lines: 
Feel the signs, all around you. 
See between the lines: 
See the signs, all around you; 
Feel the signs, all around you. 
 
Today is our time: 
Sleepy sunshine, 
Above and beyond, 
Between the lines.

It Can’t Be You

by Robert Walker, posted in Stories 
You entered, in my mind, 
so long ago, so long ago - 
Even though you were a passing shadow 
unlikely for me to see again. 
Sometimes I’d see you in my mind: 
I’d think of what you were doing, 
what you were seeing, 
what you were imagining - 
You were an unnamed figure 
floating through my mind. 
 
I saw you again the other day 
In an unexpected place. 
You answered all my questions, 
But how can I feel like this? 
It can’t be you… 
It can’t be you… 
It can’t be you. 
 
How can this happen, here and now? 
Before I’ve even started, 
I know how far I’ve got to go… 
And each day is harder than the one before 
because I can’t reach you. 
 
I saw you again the other day 
In an unexpected place. 
You answered all my questions, 
But how can I feel like this? 
It can’t be you… 
It can’t be you… 
It can’t be you.

Another Thing Coming

by Robert Walker, posted in Stories 
Through the window I could see 
a glimmering gaze waiting for me - 
A choice, in the noise: 
Light from afar or delight at the bar. 

One more day mind glazed; 
One more day in the shade; 
One more day of empty glasses; 
One more day for second chances - 
Fear stained memories in a cage, 
forgotten feelings in a haze, 
cold and shrill and numbing: 
Another thing coming… 

So time for home, time for bed, 
too many words have been said; 
Cold relief, short and brief, 
turning tables, writing labels, 
making time to switch (which is which?) 

One more day mind glazed; 
One more day in the shade; 
One more day of empty glasses; 
One more day for second chances - 
Fear stained memories in a cage, 
forgotten feelings in a haze, 
cold and shrill and numbing: 
Another thing coming… 

Now you’ve set me up 
in the middle of some good luck, 
with the myth: 
The iron gate of an altered state - 
Myself withheld from all my sins, 
falling down on the sharpened ground. 

The night-time cure, the magic mixture, the mystery - 
Your special power shimmers in a night-shine, 
a potion of lost emotion reflecting 
a fantasy in my head. 

One more day mind glazed; 
One more day in the shade; 
One more day of empty glasses; 
One more day for second chances - 
Fear stained memories in a cage, 
forgotten feelings in a haze, 
cold and shrill and numbing: 
Another thing coming…

A Song Within

by Robert Walker, posted in Stories 
Battles closing minds at war;
Fights the same, just as before.
Raging struggles in your way, 
surviving another day of artificial, unsubstantial
Fears full of the end.

A song within is for display -
Play it now, play it loud, play it soft;
But most of all: 
Love it all.

“Them and us, us and them” makes it easy to condemn - 
Red in tooth and claw does not have to be the law;
Anger bathed in fear only makes another tear.
Take another step, the next step, for all.

A song within is for display -
Play it now, play it loud, play it soft;
But most of all: 
Love it all.

Listen to the whisper, quiet and small: 
Light belongs to all -
But most of all:
Love it all.
Words and Music by Robert Walker

Blah De Blah

by Robert Walker, posted in Stories 
Tedium… 
Tedious conversation… 
Boring repeats, heard it all before:

Blah de blah, boring blah blah,
“How dare you, what about me?”
Blah blah, blah de blah blah,
boring, blah blah blah.

The same look in the eyes, the same scripted replies:
“I’m better than, I’m more than” – comparison of facades.
Seeking, needing the outrage;
fanning the flames, finding someone to blame.
Taught behaviour, taught script:
“Look at me! Aren’t I special. Give me a biscuit!”
“My happy versus your happy;”
“Aren’t I special because I conform.”
(Spoon fed some rules.)

Blah de blah, boring blah blah,
“How dare you, what about me?”
Blah blah blah, blah de blah blah,
boring, blah blah blah.

“Everybody must have the same opinion” - 
Nobody knows everything, even about one thing:
The more I see the less I know; the more I see the more I feel.
Explanations unfold, change colour and disappear into space -
The enormity and hugeness of limitless space…

Blah de blah, boring blah blah,
“How dare you, what about me?”
Blah blah, blah de blah blah,
boring, blah blah blah.

No need to be imprisoned by a side, by a tribe - 
Each day is different, rules are for machines.
Exceptions are for you.

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
Words by Robert Walker