Jon McKay

Intro

All stories unfold
As most do
Out of courtesy
Of what
We look forward
To

Is when someone
Glides by and
The sun provides
Their reflection
In our eyes
Mind

Part 1

For me
I pass any window
A car a shinny hub cap
In any town or street

A shop
A dress on display
I couldn't cover the cost
Even shoes for your feet

Any more

Bridge

So save
That smile for
The one
Who could

As I realise

As I release

Chorus

The title I wrote down
Filled the rest around
Latently
The fabric of
My life

The curve of your spine
Tilled the best ground
Patiently
The fabric of
Your life

We have past
And are
Unlikely to
Ever
Meet

Part 2

For she
Waits like lands fallow
Colours show a missing band
A white gown in pleat

A shop
A dress on display
I couldn't cover the cost
Even shoes for your feet

Anymore

Bridge

So save
That smile for
The one
Who could

As you realise

As you release

Chorus

The title I wrote down
Filled the rest around
Latently
The fabric of
My life

The curve of your spine
Tilled the best ground
Patiently
The fabric of
Your life

We have passed
But are
Unlikely to
Ever
Meet

Ending

A story untold
Unfortunately
Tears all fabric
Apart
We take for
Two


©️Jon McKay All Rights Reserved Mid October 2026

Start

When
I take a chance
Just a glance to
The mirror that
Holds my existence
Between

My past
Where I am now
To somewhere else

I have to tell someone that
I have to tell someone that

I use chairs to sit
And think

In search of who
In search of what
In search of where
In search of home

My own table and plates

Middle

Have
I slept too long
Shy away from today
The horizons' grip
Holds my resistance
To-change

The facts
That I now state
My answers-are less

I have to tell someone that
I have to tell someone that

I use clouds to map
My life

In search of compensate
In search of evaporate
In search of condensate
In search of alone

My own fable and slate

Ending

How
I felt and leave
There's no sand display
Cast a line
Holds my persistence
To remedy

Why me
Do I even exist
Trust no-one of grist

I have to tell someone that
I have to tell someone that

I use oceans' to dream
Then sink

In search of how
In search of now
In search of a-bough
In search of atone

My own label to date

Final- Optional

In search of me
In search of my name

In search of me
In search of my name

There must be someone
Outside
That could loan an ear

Occasionally

There must be

©️Jon McKay All Rights Reserves January 2025

©️Jon McKay All Rights Reserved July 2026-(Full Rewrite)-

Beginning

If I knew the answer
Could I ask the questions
With a note to reference
It has taken no longer
Than
My most
Natural corrosion

So I watered forwards

If I knew by degree
Would I appeal to lessons
With a note to indifference
It has shaken a stronger
Man
My most
Natural conclusion

So I walked towards

Bridge. 1

The resin taking from
A flower
The basin shaping from
A gower
The margin breaking from
A favour
The guessing creating from
A failure

Where is the key
I know I need

Middle

So
I walk toward
The four corners
Of the glaziers' map
To listen not hear
Where everything is
Revolving and condensed

So
I walk toward
The actual centres'
Of the glaziers' map
To climb scaffolding
Already there and
Bending in suspense

So
I walk toward
The crease-n-folders
Of the glaziers map
To observe with interest
There everything is
Evolving and represents

Bridge. 2

The ledger holding secrets
To correct
The chapel burning candles
To effect
The wind turning stones
To a- guilt
The sinned yearning thrones
To a-wilt

Where is the key
I know I need

Ending

If I knew the answer
Could I ask the questions
With a note to reference

If I knew by degree
Would I appeal to lessons
With a note to indifference

So I walked inside
So I watered pride

Until now
In shame

You were the key
Living only in memory

You were the key
Living only in memory

I am living

You are free
You are free

©️Jon McKay All Rights Reserved December 2025

©️Jon McKay All Rights Reserved July 2026-(Adjustments)-

Start

We don't need to
Introduce ourselves
We are
Everywhere

All we do
Is place adds'
We don't recognise

In the way
We walk
In the way
We talk
In the way we
Have to leave

To be understood
To justify
Why

We stand
Alone on piers
With the water
That dissolves
The pillars of
Our compress

Perhaps
Piers are our
Ocean Liner
That goes
No where
Upon request

In all that
Founders in us
Is to be loved
As advertised

Middle

We have listed from
Side to side
We have existed
Only to provide

A sense that
The lucky ones
Are happy to describe

In their way
We talk
In their way
We walk
In their way
So we have to leave

To be mis-understood
To clarify
Why

We stand
Alone on piers
With the laughter
That surrounds
The lights of
Our distress

Perhaps piers
Are our
Ocean liner
That goes
No where
Without request

In all that
Abounds in us
Is to be loved
As advertised

Ending

But we
Remember this

We look broken
But our back
Is a strong keel

But we
Remember this

We find tokens
The lucky don't
As we look down

But we
Remember this

We don't tread in
Second time round
What's upon the ground

Our only difference
Is we were
Born and belong
Together this way

And wait for
Someone to apply
As advertised

Just

As advertised

Final

We don't need to
Introduce ourselves
We are
Everywhere

All we do
Is place adds'
We don't recognise

©️Jon McKay All Rights Reserved January 2025

©️Jon McKay All Rights Reserved End September 2026-(Re-arranged)-

Part. 1

To be understood
By what we
We all fear
Everything becomes clear

As

Life gave us title
Carved us to words
Love someone
That reminds what you

Find

And can not
Hide in yourself

That's all

Bridge

Crooked frames signed
Marked
Already sold
Placed in a hall
For someone to walk through

Crooked frames signed
Marked
Already sold
Spaced on a wall
Bought as one but are two

Part 2

Shelves once staked
In disguise
Lean towards
Darkness becomes fear

As

The age of innocence
That's now gone
Is where we
Exist and now belong

Find

We are behind
Sand now glass

That's all

Chorus--Ending

When we all die
We can but hope
Whilst lying in wait
Be and then become
A blend in printers ink
On paper soaked in tea
To age our memories easily

When we all die
We can but hope
Placed on different sides
In a home where we
Don't own anything a link
To be passed on for free
Ready to be taken elsewhere

Pressed behind
Crooked frames signed
Marked
Already sold

That's all

Ending

Pressed behind
Marked down
Soaked in tea
Age our memories
All to
Easily

©️Jon McKay All Rights Reserved April 2025

©️Jon McKay All Rights reserved February 2026

©️Jon McKay All Rights Reserved July 2026-(Major Adjustments)-

Part. 1

When she sits
On any park bench
Asking herself

An age old question

With sights set
On all other shores
Asking herself

To tame that hesitation

Bridge

Cause there have bin' times
Getting to like the pain
Being all alone's rage
Running scared against grain

Pre Chorus

But now she thinks
It's time for change
Try a new flavour
Sin for her age

Chorus

Then
Time becomes her
Anodyne
At the tip
And cliffs edge

Then
Time becomes her
Anodyne
At the chip
Of words pledged

Time becomes her
Only
Anodyne

Time becomes her
Only
Anodyne

Part. 2

With no regrets
From sweat in sun
Telling self-belief

I've tamed that hesitation

When light reflects
Tears of a moon
Selling all grief

To no more questions

Bridge

There are no more times
Getting to like the pain
Being all alone's rage
Running scared against grain

Chorus

When
Time becomes her
Anodyne
At the tip
And cliffs edge

When
Time becomes her
Anodyne
At the chip
Of words pledged

Ending

Times becomes her
Only
Anodyne

Time becomes her
Only
Anodyne

Her anodyne

©️Jon McKay All Rights Reserved-Full Adjustments 10/07/2026

Part. 1

I think it is
Appropriate to announce
I've been changing
My mind
On how to clean
The tracks
Beside
Why I couldn't ask
The first time round

Sometimes
It's the reason
Somestimes
It's the season
Not for long
But an
Addition
To the ropes
And the weights
Of my life

Bridge

I know
I divide like a
Sash window in
A surround of
Portland Stone
Gliding by why
My fate is late
In arriving
Over our
Incidentals

Chorus

When God calls
I will be
Untitled until
He comes
To collect my
Shadow

When God calls
I will be
Untitled until
She comes
To collect the
Rest

When God calls
I will be
Untitled until
She can
Unlock somewhere
Somehow

My best
And says'

I'll drop my eyes
Un-bundle my hair
Move a few
Curtains
Stay
When I return
If you ask politely
I noticed, so it's
Second times' need

Part. 2

A life in all
Directions , an atlas
That's been opened
With doubt
In compromise
Why I'm divided
With
Aggregate coated by
The stains now found

Sometimes
It's the illusion
Sometimes
It's the confusion
That I hide
A completion
To the ropes
And weights
Of my life

Bridge

I know
I divide like a
Sash window in
A surround of
Portland Stone
Gliding by
My fate is late
In arriving
Over our
Credentials

Chorus

When God calls
I will be
Untitled until
He comes
To collect my
Shadow

When God calls
I will be
Untitled until
She comes
To collect the
Rest

When God calls
I will be
Untitled until
She can
Unlock somewhere
Somehow

My best
And says'

I'll drop my eyes
Un-bundle my hair
Move a few
Curtains
Play
When I
Return
If you can provide
Guarantees' pass on
To our seed

Lets move on
Lets move on

©️Jon McKay All RightsReserved January 2025

©️Jon McKay All Rights Reserved July 2026-( Adjustments)-

Start

The lonely child
That sits and whispers
The lonely child
That collects and decides

The lonely child
That cuts and chisels
The lonely child
That pulse never subsides

The lonely child
That sits on shoulders
The lonely child
That suggests when arrives

What did we learn
The other day
What we were
The truth we tell
The lies we are
Cross and store
In the two
Sides to our smiles

Trapped
Permanently
And Interred
In our sole

Middle

I fall on our sword
As a single
I stall on our word
As I mingle

We need the street
To disguise
We glide in fleet
To license

Why the definition
Of us
Is a need to hide
Brick the barriers

And our insides

Ending

The lonely child
That sits and whispers
The lonely child
That selects and decides

The lonely child
That bets and loses
The lonely child
That pulps never combines

So I ask

What's the grand total
Of our lives
What we are
Is less worth more
Is forgive a shore
With no lighthouse
We are alone
Just moments in time

Extended Version

There is too much
Damage done
There is no return
No destination

Only

Self prescription
Between
You and I
Secretly

The lonely child
Sits and whispers
On our
Shoulders

Never leaves

Trapped
Permanently
And interred
In one sole

©️Jon McKay All Rights Reserved April 2025