The Word
The word. I am the world. Don’t fuck with me, I know how this is fashioned, Built on blood Are we understood? Put a gun to my head. I dare you, Do I scare you? Be afraid. What happens next I can't defend.
Cigarettes and Coffee
Get the mood down. But I get up, Watching the moon frown. No regrets; Looking at the cigarettes In the coffee I almost downed. But I was wasted, Yet tasted The possibility That something Would come soon. Need a clear path In the aftermath Of what you meant to me. Bring something To the party. I know you are good enough.
Love, No Frills
Love makes fools of us all, Where even the clever fall. Try to fight it, You will lose. Has no respect for age Or for any rules, It's just the life we choose. Often dangerous and cruel; We gamble every time, Hoping for a win. We always turn the wheel. But just remember this We will trade anything For one moment of bliss.
Charge my Glass
Charge my glass For the last time dear, I will drink to your beauty. Charge my glass For now I fear They are coming for me. The sirens wail I hear An old familiar tune And soon I wont be free. Charge my glass As I hold you near And I will come quietely.
I Wish….
I wish I could be your "shoes", Cosseted in leather Holding your pretty feet. Striding confidently In some exclusive shopping street. I wish I could be the "nylons" That cling to your thighs. The sighs I would give, To the chaff and sizzle As you walk by. I wish I could be your "underwear". Seeing you stare, pulling faces At what you dare to wear tonight, But you are no fool, Looking for something that leaves no traces. Don’t fuck on a first date, That’s not cool. You went and broke the rule. You don’t have them And nor do I.
Low
Thursday morning at 8 o’clock And his day begins. Brushes his teeth And goes downstairs, Knowing there’s nobody there. He stares into the mirror, And combs his hair In the early light. Try’s to remember what Happened last night. His mind sees a face, Pretty enough. She left quite early, Leaving no trace. Said she would call, Knowing she wouldn’t. He said the same, Knowing he couldn’t. He sat back, Thought, What his life had become? Since she left him. His love was not welcome Anymore. There was no mystery. Self-inflicted wounds Leave scars, As the white bars On his forearms would testify. He remembered a song They both loved, Particularly when mashed. One line stood strong... “and you bleed just know your alive”. He picked up a knife, And slashed.
Give up the World
I could give up the world forever. I am tired and my journeys quite done, But i look at you And I see through and through, Why I am still alive And the pleasure You gave Is like treasure, To a poor man Lost at sea. I tried to be something I wasn’t. Leaving feelings, Some not so pleasant, But you were the best thing, That I ever knew And it hurts were not together.
Martin Luther
I had a dream. Words well chosen By Doctor King. Brings back a memory. Of things, That might have been. You don’t critique The messenger, For acts unseen. Listen to his words As his mind is keen. He liked women, And booze, But chose His words carefully. Not a paragon of virtue, But he felt real to me. When I knew he had died I had tears in my eye. And my mom said, Don’t cry for a nigger. So i cut myself. Then i just bled, But I felt bigger.
Treasure
I could give up the world forever I am tired and my journeys quit done But I look at you And I see through a And the pleasure You gave Is like treasure To a poor man Lost at sea I tried to be something I wasn’t Leaving feelings Some not so pleasant But you were the best thing That i ever knew And it hurts were not together.
Strange Fascination
I have come to the end, Now do I bend the rules, And watch fools gather. Old dear friend, Look at their faces, Eyes dry, No crying here, But I must die. Not pursued by a bear. Exit stage left. Something more prosaic, But the mosaic, Of life, Fascinates me. Just grant me a wish, One last kiss, Then I disappear Forever.
The Battle
Ok, word, Lets get down to it. You wrote sonnets, When all the girls wore bonnets. You went to grammar school, Just like I did, But like a kid No, wait. By age sixteen, You were versed, In one hundred forms, Of rhetoric. I did it by my self, Cant buy that off the shelf. So ok Shakespeare, I want to hear your words, Unless they, Become turds, Just in the passing.
Life
What is a life man creates, Then debates with himself, And states, The obvious. Oblivious, To how he behaved, Cradle to grave. Says his concern is the truth, But lied, All the way. Do we count him well? Don’t judge, He is one of us.
Fly
Don’t go in there! There is something living. He thought of flies. They get busy, As they die. That bzz bzz, As when caught in a glass. Is this where, He came to rest at last? No matter, That was the past. Done, But not forgotten, And however rotten That’s how the dice were cast.
Odd Man Out
Wearing lies, Like fake tattoos. Lips as thin as an axe. He has grey eyes, And has no ties. These are just the facts. He looks kinda sad, In his shabby clothes, Walking down the street. Maybe he's mad, But I am glad, Our paths will never meet. He always means well. His intentions are good, But the world just looks away. How far he fell, He would never tell, Even to this day. When no one comes, And all seems lost, What is he going to do? The silence hums, But the beat of drums, Will always sound for you.
Bang Bang
Bang bang you shot me down. I don’t believe in anything. You say no more. Feels strange, That you tell lies. Fly blown, Just the kind, I despise, I am not your clown. I can love, Or frighten you, The choice, Belongs to you. Don’t meditate too long, Lest I will be gone
Something
I think we are alone, No TV or phones, So, pick the bones out of this dear. You’re welcome There is nothing to fear. The worlds a stage, But actors badly cast, Each plays a part, But it steers towards its own conclusion. The inevitability of pride, And jealousy, Masques the confusion, And can lead to delusion. Where are you? Where am I? You had something, I couldn’t buy, No matter what. But I just can't forget, And I don’t live, In deep regret. You're no saint, And nor am I, But I loved you anyway.
Next II (Daughter)
I know you love him, No picture, Just a frame, And the shame, You feel closely, Will pass away. A man can do so much, But he cannot grasp, When his reach falls short. He is dying, But once he touched, And the world flew by.
Come With Me
Come with me, One thing on my mind. Do you love me, Yes or no? I am not blind, But I must know, If not, I must go. Oh my love, What is going on? I stare at the stars above. Do they wish me, Well or no? Perhaps I will find, A way through. Only if I am good enough.
P**S OFF! [Daughter]
How dare you! My own daughter. So petty minded I have to close This account. Expect nothing more Everything gets cancelled As I shut the door Now fuck off Tell your mum You are on your own. How does that feel? (on being told to stop drinking by a loved one)
A Song
Here’s a song, Could be long, I can’t borrow from tomorrow. Feel the hand Take away; I just feel sorrow. You were blessed, Not caressed Enough I know. Oh yes, I outlived my stay. If true love ever happens That a man can love A woman; Stressed tested to this day He can’t get away. Forgive his transgressions He will forgive yours Magnanimous That way. Love is in the veins And in the blood.
Cascade
He is a manic sir, You don’t thank him nightly He will come at you brightly’, Like a star; Capacious, Don’t want a fuss, Capricious In his tendency. No one knew The truth that lay within. He loved He laughed, But not so daft That he could not find A way to begin Again. Not send spend time On him. He beats To his own rhyme. He saw the guns And faced them, Then laced with crime Defaced them.