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I Need To Find Some Peace of Mind

I’ve got to find some piece of mind
To suit the way I am
I’ve got to face within that space
The person who I am

I’ve got to stride to find inside
A sense of love and peace
I’ve got to try and understand why
All that lay’s beneath

I’ve got to feel my way is real
Always true and just
I’ve got to strive that being alive
Is rich in love and trust

I’ve got to see my thoughts are free
And must not turn to hate
I’ve got to live and to forgive
And not leave all too late

I’ve got to dream like a burbling stream
Flowing down to the sea
I’ve got to stray along natures way
And sit under my favourite tree

I’ve got to die but not to ask why
For when my time has come
I’ve got to find some piece of mind
When all is said and done

Copyright © Stewart Green | Year Posted 2010



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I Need To Walk Around This Place

I need to walk I need to stroll I need to explore these ancient paths
That fills this landscape showing the way for timeless travel
To reach destinations deep inside the forest or on a Maypole green
Or to reach the sea or mountain high so much for one to marvel

I do it for I love this land its hedges brooks animals and flowers
I grew up here always drawn to the beauty and simplicity of its being
Then the concrete jungles came filled with a different feeling called fear
I want none of this I don’t need these eyes sad at what their seeing

Apparently it’s called creation it took 6 days to create one day to rest
Why not take the rest day put a wall around creation beauty contained
Anybody on the outside could have a featureless landscape to build up
Towards a sky where apparently the god’s live contemplating our pain

Leave us alone with what’s left of paradise let us smell the flowers
There’s so many of you and so few of us we won’t be much trouble
But after a while you’ll tire of us and want taller and taller temples
And finally this spaceship called earth will finally burst its bubble

Copyright © Stewart Green | Year Posted 2010

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And In the End

AND IN THE END



Book me a ticket I’m going to Nirvana
On through the dark tunnel into the light
Key the journey in my route planner
On the freedom train and out of sight

Hello Buddha you were right all along
As Jesus said the answer is within
Ah my dear John you said it in your song
All I need is love let the journey begin

How many stops before we get to the truth
No sitting in sidings waiting for direction
No waiting for anyone to show me the proof
I’ll do it myself and seek my own redemption

I don’t need the man to give me any advice
Caught up in dogma and religious apartheid
The only one here who’ll be paying the price
Is little old me with my heart filled with pride

So come on you sinners get your ticket now
Look into your soul and feel all that love
Don’t be fooled by all that why or how
Not every answer to life comes from above

Copyright © Stewart Green | Year Posted 2010

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Going To the Country

City life can get you down 
Sometimes you want to get out of town
Time for a change time to rearrange
Time to get over feeling so strange

Waking up on one morning
Now is the time to heed the warning
Taking the train on into the hills
Now’s the time to cure my ills

Going to the country
That’s the place I want to be
Going to the country
That’s the place to set me free

Give me a field give me valley
Put me next to the sea so that I can have an ally
Smell the grass after the rain
Maybe then I can ease my pain

There’s  too many bars and too many lights
And all the noises that come in the night
It’s not safe in the street and not safe in your room
In the shadows of the buildings not a flower will bloom

Going back to the country
That’s the place I need to be
Going back to the country
That’s the place to set me free

Copyright © Stewart Green | Year Posted 2010

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I Stand On Sand

I stand on sand
Nothing concrete
I move to prove
That I’ve got feet

Not able to be stable
I start to sink
The tears through the years
Is what I think

It’s here I fear	
I stand alone
Looking down I frown
My covers blown

I made the grade
Long time ago
I got afraid and paid
What did I know?

To late for fate
It passed me by
This time of mine
I can’t deny

I stand on sand
Nothing concrete
No time to climb
My maker to meet

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I Stand On Sand

I stand on sand
Nothing concrete
I move to prove
That I’ve got feet

Not able to be stable
I start to sink
The tears through the years
Is what I think

It’s here I fear	
I stand alone
Looking down I frown
My covers blown

I made the grade
Long time ago
I got afraid and paid
What did I know?

To late for fate
It passed me by
This time of mine
I can’t deny

I stand on sand
Nothing concrete
No time to climb
My maker to meet

Copyright © Stewart Green | Year Posted 2010

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I Thought

I thought I heard a voice
Was that Jesus? Mohammed? Buddha? or just me
God so much choice
Which one prophet is the one to set me free

I thought I had a choice
Who to believe those three or just me
God I’ve got a voice 
Stand up the prophet and set me free

I thought that I could choose
What was right or I believed what was wrong
God don’t make me abuse
My God given right to be here and belong

I thought I could make sense
Of the word that I had to understand
God don’t put me on the fence
To work out what you had planned

I thought I had free will
That lets me have my own choice
Your son stood on that hill
So that we all could hear his voice

I thought I heard my mind
Trying to understand these words I’m writing
God I’ve been so blind
It’s your words all the time I am righting

I thought I heard a voice
It turns out it was mine all the time
God I made the choice
It’s better for my own light to shine

Copyright © Stewart Green | Year Posted 2010

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I Stand On Sand

I stand on sand
Nothing concrete
I move to prove
That I’ve got feet

Not able to be stable
I start to sink
The tears through the years
Is what I think

It’s here I fear	
I stand alone
Looking down I frown
My covers blown

I made the grade
Long time ago
I got afraid and paid
What did I know?

To late for fate
It passed me by
This time of mine
I can’t deny

I stand on sand
Nothing concrete
No time to climb
My maker to meet

Copyright © Stewart Green | Year Posted 2010

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I Thought

I’ve got to find some piece of mind
To suit the way I am
I’ve got to face within that space
The person who I am

I’ve got to stride to find inside
A sense of love and peace
I’ve got to try and understand why
All that lay’s beneath

I’ve got to feel my way is real
Always true and just
I’ve got to strive that being alive
Is rich in love and trust

I’ve got to see my thoughts are free
And must not turn to hate
I’ve got to live and to forgive
And not leave all too late

I’ve got to dream like a burbling stream
Flowing down to the sea
I’ve got to stray along natures way
And sit under my favourite tree

I’ve got to die but not to ask why
For when my time has come
I’ve got to find some piece of mind
When all is said and done

Copyright © Stewart Green | Year Posted 2010

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What?

WHAT?


What am I doing here tonight?
In this space in this time
Am I part of the Phoenix’s flight?
In this place in this rhyme

What am I learning here tonight?
In my being in my soul
Am I part of an inner light?
In my seeing in my role

What am I missing here tonight?
In this thought in this mind
Am I part of something right?
In this rot in this bind

What am I hoping here tonight?
In my dream in my life
Am I part of something trite?
In my scream in my strife

What am I thinking here tonight?
In my brain in my heart
Am I part of something bright?
In my pain in my art

Copyright © Stewart Green | Year Posted 2010

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