Din

Waiting for the onslaught

Bright lights and violent sound

Assaulting every sense

Encompassing, all around

Tension in the audience

Slowly starts to build

Before brains are rattled 

And eardrums completely filled

People chatter in loud voice

And rattle excitedly

About who is their favourite

Is Lifeson or is it Lee

I scan the venue with distain

It's not the greatest place

But as my ticket was completely free

I should just shut my face

Less than thirty minutes now

The arena crowds out more

Won't be long before the whistles start

And everyone starts to roar

Hope they play my favourite song

But they never do

It's consigned to part of history

Describing what 'he' went through

I'd better take my seat soon

The show's about to begin

Bring on the lights, pictures too

And please bring on the din

BT

Waiting for the substance

To be drawn

Feels like I've been sat here 

Since the dawn

What would a vampire

Make of the result

Cry out in despair

Or in rapturous tumult

How's the haemoglobin 

Holding out

Is my constitution wilting

Or am I resolutely stout

Will they find too much red

In my alcohol stream

Is my %ABV too high

Or can I only dream

Call my name, pass a smile

It's just perfunctory, all the while

Pull the strap, tap a vein

Plunge the needle again and again

Until the good stuff starts to flow

Write the labels so we know

If a strange malady lies within 

Then actions appropriate can begin

But for the answers we'll

Have to wait

Anything till then is just

Speculation or debate

Rain

Pitta patta

Rain, rain

The sound of you

On my window pane

Wakes me up

From restless sleep

I listen to

The dawn weep

But it's comforting

This disquiet, you know

Distracts me from

My ebb and flow

To this white noise

I'll doze off again

Thank you, thank you

Rain, rain

Normal Day

Wake up in the morning
To the sounds of birds at dawn
Click on the coffee machine
Stretch, let loose a yawn

Pad around the kitchen
Breakfast duly made
Shower, shave, schedule checked
Routine cooly played

I don't need a perfect day

A normal one's just fine

No lottery win or Midas touch

Bog standard for me's divine

Don't mind chores on a list

I'm not counting, I don't care

Left alone with just the simple things

A minute here, an hour there

Hang up the washing

Poach an egg or two

Talk about nothing special

But it's memorable through and through

Take a second to stop and pause

Gently sip some milky tea

Drink in all the splendour

Of the afternoon's simplicity 

I don't yearn for a perfect day

A normal one's just fine

No lottery win or Midas touch

Bog standard for me's divine

Don't mind chores on a list

I'm not counting, I don't care

Left alone with just the simple things

And the perfect day's right there

Anticipation

Waiting for the first date
Nervous as hell
Trying to be cool
But you're captured by her spell

Minutes seem like hours
Every breath harbors expectation
Not sure you can last
Through all this anticipation

In the queue for the big ride
Hear the screams and cries
Doubting if you're brave enough
To face a harsh demise

The line moves all too quickly
You're at the loading station
Pulse is pounding massively
'Cause of anticipation

They say that it's half the fun
The waiting, waiting game
The build up equal to the prize
Both a burning flame
But you're never disappointed
In time expectantly spent
Each thought, hope, desire
Greater than the main event

Dreaming up some verses
Heart racing endlessly
Challenging myself in words
Trying to find the key

To unlock all this introspection
Bring an end to this frustration
Hit the tiny 'post' icon
Hasta luego anticipation