A soul, One gift; The power to shift. Can he please humanity Or is it vanity? Insubstantial, Recreational Seeking immortality. With no regard for self, A modern day tragedy Before our eyes. Despise him if you wish, That dish served cold. And the platter Doesn’t matter, As a man grows old.
You are in the corner And you can feel the pain, Taste the blood In your mouth And carry on again. So much to lose But more to gain; Unaware Of the crowd Baying for your blood tonight. For their delight. Get off the ropes and fight. Adrenalin subsiding Now only skill remains. You are tiring, Arms feel heavy. Blows to head, One more could leave you dead. You can beat This guy before you; And if you do The world Can't ignore you Anymore. And who was he? Shame to say It was only me.
A man walks into a bar. Hands in pockets, searching for change. It's late, very late. He finds some coins; spills them on the bar. “Give me a double bourbon” He is served. Looking around the dim lit room sees a boy in yellow dungarees. He is pointing a finger at him. “Who you looking at kid?” He wants to look away but can't because some memory, something he forgot draws him back. “Do you know me?” “Oh yes I do”. Said the boy “I am you”. Slammed down his drink went into the street. Fresh air hit him; But the boy was still there, Standing over the man. Tell me what to do As if he gave a care. You are me, We see this through together.
Love is a sacrifice For ever, Doesn’t matter How clever You are There is only love. Deny it You can try it, No one will buy it. To love a woman ever Is your life You can't destroy Having a wife; Couples bounded In a common strife. We don’t give up Look for life We are better ok And today We can live forever.
We can’t liberate Our feelings. They cascade, Degrade From love To friendship. When breathing Feels like stealing Cooperate. No lip service; It’s a mandate. Rise above. Can’t get pissed While doing this Then it has no meaning. If you do The hangman’s noose Awaits you. Did you leave a last note? Maybe you just Forgot to wrote. You cooked your goose Now it's time to eat it.
Nobody here but me. There’s a figure Swinging from a tree. A trait of personality. Not depressed, So much to live for But just could not see. Where was he going. Sowing the seeds Gathered before. What will he reap As he seeps into oblivion. I don’t write jokes For blokes. Seeking mental exhumation. God send me an angel quickly.
He is just a man; But the covenants not broken Even if not spoken. He bares his load. Living by a code He does what he can. And will always Do the same 'till he is taken. He is just a man. The frauds, felons, cheats he met Go into overload. See through them. They are not the winners here They spin their lies. But what do we hold dear? What cannot be overload The truth. He is just a man.
I hold your hand And feel the fear inside; You never met anyone like me. I am no threat Forever in your debt. You saved me once. I must repay I watch the sunlight Cascade into an empty room And soon The darkness, it unfolds. I am not a perfect man I know that, But it feels cold, Yes, it feels cold. By candle light I write Into the autumn gloom. I fall asleep, pen in hand. I cannot bend The rules of time. But you're not here No, you're not here.
I saw a tramp stagger across the road. So drunk, his feet slurred the tarmac. Made it to the other side. Lay down. Guess he may have died. There was nothing to say Just look on; And the air was sweet Now that he has gone And no soul cried. Who was he? A scientist, doctor? And realising We all become numb Unless we lied.
I am in her back yard. Not so vain. Go into the mood. It’s plain to see. I am a discard, A formality. Whatever the pain I have no regard. I see his blushing tears Weep over me. He said it would be borrowed, But the sorrow that would follow Can't erase the crime.
Walking city streets Late at night. I can't sleep, The bed still made. Remembering How we used to be; The memories Never fade. Each corner I turn Where recollections Still burn, I really should have stayed.
Pretty girl You looked at me No idea what you see Do you see the blame? And the shame I feel? Maybe less than half a man. Never enough, Looking for normality; So I built My own reality. The raven moves His beak so quick Click, click, click; He tears his prey apart. Does he wonder how he got this way? Not so; And nor do I. That night I gave my life to you. You slapped my face I said it’s true, You are what I need. You called me a liar; The only lies I ever told Were to myself, And they grow cold; So the raven comes to feed.
I speak on my terms, The only terms I own. I wish you well, But our hearts Swell With prospect. So much to do, So little time. I can’t reject my nature, A creature Of my own. I loved, I lost; Never from neglect. With no regrets, I did it my way. Pretentions, I have a few, But then again Too few to mention.
The touch of you Sends a transformation Through. This ain't no blind desire You may say I am in. I love you, for you are No distance ever too far. But just the thought of you Leaves me inspired To sing to you, Though I spend My waking hours Just to think Of you. I get fired up again.
Strung out on heaven's light. I'll be good tonight. The strangers came today, To take me away. A nuisance to society They said. Don't believe it; Every kiss I gave Was meant for you.
Something happened And I am head over heels In love. Quixotic, dramatic; But always optimistic. So I steal The days And don’t worry About it.
In the palace of fame Who can you blame when all are just the same, Yet claim some righteous pain? You are seeking but like gain And left cards upon the floor. The door was open, But like cowards We did not pick them up.
It’s part of my life; Cannot be ignored. I saw the sky open and followed a voice. Not my choice, but had the feeling of inevitability. Where would it lead me? A cold finger touched my headline And dread despair Flew through my frame. Was this benevolent or malevolent? I could not name. Not all men are the same. Some ambitious, some capricious in nature. But all seek fame. Why I ask? All men are equal, but to what their task?
My speech is ripped, Not given, but taken. But I shake each time I do it. Indeed, I don’t preach; I would be a charlatan and lesser man. There comes a point when rhyme and reason don’t mix. Fix it in your head, for on the morrow there comes dread. The most dangerous are they who have nothing to lose, Abuse at your will, But they can kill.
Bravery is not The knowledge That you win; Embrace The possibility That you can. Do your best Out there my son. Smell the field; This is where You are from.
The chill claws Of darkest night frighten No more. Scared of the dark? Is it all you have to offer? You grow brave. What do you believe?