Ben Ruskin

He liked to paint his pictures using words
Our Tom
With a grin so slight it might have been
Contemplation, it touched his eyes though

Sweet little nothings paraded around
On a cloud so low that it brushed my head as it passed me by

It was a pleasant day
Considering the forecasted rainstorm

Picture the sky
All blues and greys
The long sunny days are left far behind us
But I almost feel at home in this place

It would be too much to simply say
I loved and lost
And loved again
It would be more appropriate to say I wandered

She caught my eye a few days ago

I see the world differently
Differently from you
My world is filtered through a shade of brown
While yours is seen through blue

It was a paper aeroplane
That floated down
The landing was hard, considering
A crumpled nose
And the boy who throws
Comes running down
Considering

Am I a dreamer
Because I gaze out of the window
A people watcher
I watch people
Watch for better ways
Dream of better days
Yes, I’m a dreamer

Then perhaps it’s more like
Cutting back the hedges
To reveal a Secret Garden

This is a plea
A scream, a scream
Coming from a
Never before seen movie scene
That’s stuck behind a smoke screen
What a conundrum

Started off small, selling smiles and
Dirty diapers, messy carpets
Brand new venture, with little experience of the world
Marketeers would have a field day
Literally

and it seemed such a harmless idea
let’s take a trip to the countryside you said!
let’s feel the sun on our skin and wind in our hair
but I wonder what else we’ll find out there..

Starting off with a few beers
To crank the night up a few gears
Stood around with the boys and
We got plenty of mischief
And plenty of hours of noise planned

Do you remember the whistling?
Of the wind in the trees
And the tale we were told
Of the birds and the bees

I’ll create a piece of art
He declared
As if it could be defined

It was a dream land, it seemed
And, the city was calling
Enthralling, exciting
And oh so, inviting

He was a top hat man
You know the type
A fine British export

And as I gaze
Into your sunset,
The earth behind us closes
Dreamers dream their silent dreams
Whilst time decays the roses

Looks around
A crowd of empty faces wait for
Show time
Got his costume on and perfect in
No time