I am a multi platform artist that includes being a published author, a record producer with over 250 releases and lots of song releases and my photography has also taken off and I am represented by Saatchi Art. (two example of my photography & Art on my page here) But at my core has always been writing, from novels, to film scripts, song lyrics and poems. I have done the occasional poetry reading around the world and it has also got a great response and always wanted to do more in this area. A book of my best lyrics/poetry and photos out now called 'Voyeurs Welcome' (See links below to check out Limited edition paperback and Kindle) So with this book just out I thought I should make an effort to enter the poetry scene more and contribute more via live work, magazines etc. Although I write song lyrics many people tell me they liken some to being like poetry and I'm often likened to John Lennon, Paul Weller, Ray Davies and in my book these people are poets although many would call them singer/songwriters. Ironically I'm also dyslexic Limited edition book http://department-f.co.uk/VW.html Kindle version https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01M9HH8HE
MAGIC When the night takes your mind away, and teaches it new tricks to play And your soul begins to glide, and shows you pictures from the other side Dust the cobwebs from your soul, and you will search and it takes hold When the night takes your mind away, and teaches it new tricks to play And your soul begins to glide, and shows you pictures from the other side The shadow gangsters have come to take control The shadow gangsters have come to take control Feel those hands so deep inside holding back the darkest tide like magic Its like magic, it’s magic Let time lick your wounds away, try to keep the pain at bay Time to put those memories away Time to put those memories away Feel those hands so deep inside holding back that scary ride like magic Its like magic, it’s magic You look but you do not see You listen but you do not hear You touch but you do not feel Oh, are you real Oh, are you real Are you real Written By Russell C. Brennan © Wicked Works Publishing SEA OF SOULS It’s a crazy messed up kinda shit When you have to kill someone because they have a clit Millions of souls floating over China Who died and died just because they owned a vagina Surfing on the sea of souls Waves and waves, that won’t grow old No affection feels so cold Surfing on the sea of souls Sea of Souls, Sea of Souls , Sea of souls Crying out to reach their goals Sea of Souls, Sea of Souls Empty life’s living full of holes Exposure is here karma has arrived The powerful are tumbling where they once had thrived Greedy bankers, politicians with there hand in the till Its enough to make you ill, ill ill From press baron power to the incompetent shower Who get money for failure every hour on the hour Police corruption is causing an eruption More and more people will cause some destruction Surfing on the sea of souls Waves and waves of forgotten souls Trampled over by those in charge who have no souls Surfing on the sea of souls its so sad it fills me with holes. Sea of Souls, Sea of Soul hold back the tide and no longer hide Sea of Souls, Sea of Souls Justice is near so never fear, don’t hold it inside and shed that tear. Written By Russell C. Brennan © Wicked Works Publishing HOW DO YOU SLEEP By Russell C. Brennan A crumpled suit with a frayed lapel Bug repellent wafts through a cheap hotel He screams inside but you cant hear him yell Each grey hair has a different story to tell Chorus How do you sleep…How do you sleep Have you forgotten how to weep Moments fade but thoughts run deep Must we all behave like sheep If you should sow who shall reap How do you sleep how do you sleep. You pass them every day of your life It could have been you, it could have been your wife Spare a thought for the ten cent life….Spare a thought for the ten cent life How do you sleep…How do you sleep Have you forgotten how to weep Moments fade but thoughts run deep Must we all behave like sheep If you should sow who shall reap How do you sleep how do you sleep. The damp on the wall was there to remind him of nothing, at all The sum total of the achievements of his life He was surrounded by second-hand brick a Brac That once belonged to someone who died of a heart attack. He himself had one sock in the grave But the way out sign found him feeling brave. Written By Russell C. Brennan © Wicked Works Publishing SUMMER OF 42 REVISITED She looked like Glenda Jackson and we certainly saw some action She could have been my mum but age is just a sum I loved the way she moved and together we just grooved But my mother, she always disapproved Age has no meaning, when your teenage hormones are teeming Every night I'd go to sleep dreaming, that this romance had some meaning Age has no meaning when your teenage hormones are streaming Every night I'd go to sleep with the look on her face still gleaming We all need a summer of 42, let me tell you it's so good for you Memories are just like glue, the stick with you We all need a summer of 42, we're all young once and need a clue Experience is crucial and she was my summer of 42 Forget summer the first time, it was summer the second time that was mine A repeat performance with difference feline Only this time the purring was mutual No longer the awkward teenager but there was still a gap that aged her A second summer came around for me, As the world experience its biggest catastrophe She came in a shapely tight business suit, She was fine and an upper-class beaut I was older now but this one liked a row, but her experience just made me go wow She was there for me throughout a world of mediocrity The Dark Horse and the gem sparkling together as they felt so free We all need a summer of 42, let me tell you its so good for you Memories are just like glue, the stick with you We all need a summer of 42, forget just once your need a few All experiences are crucial and she was my next summer of 42 Finally I look back on my life and I had 42 summers to remember whilst hibernating every November Every one a time to savoir with a different flavour Was I a tart with a heart or just a sex mad person captured by art You got to live life and experience everything That's the only consolation if you never wear the ring Passion is on ration with a world built on fashion As long as its a two way street you never short on action So enjoy your summer of 42 and I'll be thinking of you. Written By Russell C. Brennan © Wicked Works Publishing
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