He stood before me, Sword in hand, The band of men Around him; Laughing at my plight. You could not shine A light Between us. Would I run or fight? If I struck first, As well I might, One step closer, One step more, Our weapons raised, His eyes glazed over. Then I was sure, I saw the fear, Time to settle the score.
I never thought I'd miss You Half as much As I do. I must give credit To the doves above, Reminding me of love; Forever in debit. Your kiss Was such I can't explain, But remains On my lips And nice tits Too.
I can tell you are in love; What would you give To hold on to that connection? You have faced rejection, Humiliation And more But you still keep coming back. The store Of memories. Don’t glamorise the past; Live with them if you can, If you are any kind of man. I see you when you are not around And without a sound You appear before me; The elegance And grace Of you Takes my breath away. What the fucking hell, Is this a spell You cast Or was it myself? That’s probably true And despite appearance A romantic in a shell.
Two lovers embrace, Lips touch. She feels him against her, There is much. But it leaves no trace, The passion over Till next time Soon. They part with a kiss And swoon At each other. The tenderness Of love Remembrances. A silk glove So soft Was this a Gift? What were the chances? Stolen glances, Perhaps of fondness And pleasure fills the air.
The nearly man Looking for a voice. I don’t think he can Make a choice. If he could He would. The element of addiction Poses a restriction; It's in his blood. Sit back, Relax, These are the facts. See how it unfolds; Who knows, Who gives a damn For the nearly man
Bitter bloody war, What is at the core? Insecurity of nations Or ruddy faced Politicians Who cannot explain Why this happened In the first place. Kills more Than are replaced, A fucking disgrace. Strafe, bomb or burn Don’t turn away, This occurs every day. Let's not play For what we say And did. Impossible to rid Of responsibility
When you lose everything, Free to do anything, Let go that which does not matter. Sliding Into the gutter, Washed by rain Will not take The pain away. You can live Another day. No siding With the shatter, Revive, Find a better way.
Two pretty girls Kissing; Why is this such a turn on? Is it so strange The twirls of passion Have a wider range Than you imagine? Something is missing. And it is not you. Intervene? No, Love in all its forms Finds a course. Can only be clean If true.
Robbers get Robbed by other Robbers. Jobbers of an ancient game, To thieve and cheat The larceny Complete. Always the same Laziness and greed. Why bother Is there a need? Drugs, cars, money Seems funny If legally obtained To me.
Silence can become betrayal, The final nail. He remains loyal To principles Long since sailed; Not conventional But rock steady In conviction. Always ready, Often on the boil Simmering now. A glimmer of hope Now stale Looking for release The swords of soldiers, The DMZ. Not relevant anyhow Can you cope? I am not sure, Let this cease This is crazy. But the elephant in the room Is why? The insanity Of war Will make You cry.
My underestimation, She could always Beat me at chess And I am a smart guy. Straight A's - That’s just education. Intelligence You cannot buy. What about sex? Wonderful smile, Slim body Next to mine. The pleasure went by, Now I am on trial There is no explanation!
No glory in war. The men who died, The heroes. But what you saw I suppose Denied Humanity. No excuses. This is raw. Your story? Show me more, The gory details Criminal abuses I won't think about it anymore. Need to sleep I am tired, But you expired; Saw the horror Without dying. But I know you, You are trying To restore
Imagination Running Riot In the quiet. The depths of night Cannot contain The dreams that come Out of sight; They follow you around. Your head is spinning. Try to maintain, Find some ground. I know it’s a pain. This is not over yet Do not forget You are your own creation.
Always a dreamer A schemer From an early age Turn the page Lets see Where it leads Discover the reality The image You receive Don’t buy This world is not What you think it is In case you forgot I kiss you briefly Good bye
Paths crossover Form a knot A strangle hold on life And I discover More than I forgot Imperfect memory rife With clutter I know so much Yet knowledge of itself has no power unless I untangle These threads Apply what I know And show a different angle
Amongst the broken tomb stones In a lonely cemetery I smoked a cigarette And looked around. One grave, fresh dug, Earth piled by the side; The headstone blank. Would this be mine? Born, lived, died, Forgotten. Is this how it ends? Six feet under ground And rotten. Difficult to accept But true. My chief regret; I wasted my love For you. Threw it aside. It haunts my living days And I cannot forget. I certainly can't hide. Still looking for a way through. That only I can provide
Play nicely now; Screw with me, Do as you see. No mercy Or compassion. Survival my priority. Saw her today. It's her fashion To look the other way, So I undertook The possibilities Of chances; All meaningful Glances trampled under foot. None All gone, But understood.
I walked into a desert Had no reason Did not know why One step after another To a place without time or season Perhaps I went to cry But after many days Which all merged into one I realised I was lost, might even die No footprints to retrace And hope all gone This featureless landscape An unforgiving place But if I could mount a final bid! It is often said “when in hell, keep on walking” And so I did Maybe, just maybe I can get out Of the place with no time or season
In a world of plenty for a few And too little for the many The meek do not inherit The bullies do. They don’t care How they get there As long as they arrive, The arrogance of power Sweeping all aside But nothing changes Over the ages. Penned and branded We are as sheep Awaiting our commands, Lethargic, apathetic That is how they want us. A somnambulant public Watching Not doing Except for a few. I hide amongst the flock To cover my shame For really, Iam just the same.
Looking through the prism of love I saw heaven above And it smiled on me. Full of colour, full of light Now theres only black and white, And shades I cannot see. The litter of a life That too often offended A broken heart That could never be mended So I blow on the embers of hope And remember the prism of love
I watch the dreamy stars That float on by me. In the darkness of the night No one follows On my journey; They should not even try. Stars still beguile me, Perhaps they guide me on the way; And looking up At points of light I try to read what they may say.