Tuesday, 15 July 2008

That girl is Dead - June 2008

Goodbye cruel world, shes dead
You know the girl I mean, the one with
all the questions in her head

I don't know how she died
I hope it worked though,
God knows she tried

All the doubt and misery 
was not part of what makes up me
all the helpless empty days
are all gone now, I can finally meet your gaze
and stand equal by your side,
instead of helpless with my arms open wide

Lara Bloom

Aeroplane Lines in the sky - May 2008

I remember when I was young, when an aeroplanes white scars in the sky meant something else. 
When the fluffy disappearing lines led to somewhere in my imagination where excitement lived.
I closed my eyes and I could hear were playground symphonies and all I could see behind the canvas of my eyelids were all the magical places I could visit.
Swimming pool splashes and the high pitched innocent laughing of children who could be my friends, the silhouette of big round ears against the backdrop of  a princess' castle.

Years later I hear the same things, the visions still as vivid.  Yet when I board the jet to take me there the colours of my imagination blend into the grey of the seats.
Now the gentle corporate hum takes me to where I need to be in an efficient dreamless manner.
Why when I look up can I see dreams, but when I look down I drown in reality?

Lara Bloom

Sunday, 13 July 2008

Skin Deep - April 2008

I feel bad deep down that this is how I feel
And if I took that time to consider, I know it might not be real
This compelling emotion to find out the answer
or is it my bad characteristics of being a chancer?

What if when I dig deeper and discover its not what I thought
The things I was given, so incredible, cant be brought
I run my eyes across the familiar face
and wonder what is missing that I need to chase

The guilt that crushes me like a wave on a tide
But you just look at me and smile with your arms open wide
Could you begin to comprehend what it is I plan to do
And if you found out would you still stand by me through and through?

Little white envelope that held all the buried lies
I wonder if you I'd opened it whether you'd be surprised
When it dropped so silently through the door with a thud
It gave me a reason why I may have been misunderstood

If my eyes are not yours  and my lips are not his
How can I not want to know what started all this
Don't blame me for searching for a face that fits the bill
Only then will I know exactly how I feel

Lara Bloom

Old Wise Man - April 2008

Old wise man with your long cloak and beard
The look in your eye confirms what I feared
Bend your head and occasionally your knees
living that way must be a breeze

But when you go home and hang up your praying uniform
Do you feel its for God that you have to conform
To a life of discipline, rules and the book
Are you real wise man - or are you just a crook?

I see you up there on your platform on Sabbath
Are you a scared as me of his rath
Don't you question why or moan 'its not fair'
how can you rely on something that might not be there?

Lara Bloom

Planet Earth - March 2008

Don't you like my Lesbian Skin?
Don't you like the colours I'm wrapped in?
Stand back , look me in the eye, tell me I'm wrong
Explain how after this I still appear strong

We can disagree, we can argue about our different points of view
The reason I feel this way is not something new
Why can't we all bow down to the same guy in the sky
or maybe a girl is up there, with no explanation of why

Get rid of the scriptures and man made rules of how what and who
and tell me how it is you do what you do
republican man with your finger on the trigger
when he delivers his message I'm sure he turns to snigger

Worship this and sacrifice that
Should you trust him just because he wears and long beard and hat?
If when you turn the corner to go home and pray
he caresses little boys and invents his own rules of play

This corupt little planet that someone names Earth
thats made up of oceans, landscapes and turf
is consumed by power, dictatorship and deceipt
Im tired of it all, I admit defeat.

Lara Bloom