Did you study Or were you taught? The difference is One comes from you, The other received. The margin for error is small; Don’t be deceived. It is as tall As a man in his grave. You will make mistakes Don’t be afraid, All you want can be achieved.
Choosing by the hour my confessions; Reap what you sow. Emotions will not grow, Give away possessions, A slow, ineffective Decision As you well know. I am only a voice I don’t do this from choice; But I am in your head I want to tell you to go But instead Probably go to bed. Will that be the end? I would not kiss and show.
Who gets paid for honour? Bloody bandages, Loss of limbs That only skims The surface. Pornography of disaster Or would you rather Look away? I no longer can. Not enough time, People to meet; I always lived On easy street. But a man restored Can make a difference, Not just plaster Over walls. Already broken, Soaking in the blood Of those who came before, No reverence paid. But the calls haunt me I hope that’s understood.
Desperation feels so cold. I am not bold Enough to challenge, I just pick up debts, No regrets. My soul not crushed, Do I rush towards The exit? But my range Is short; On the fringes Of reality The totality Can't be pushed, Just moved gently forward.
Don’t act in haste, It’s a waste Of time. Perhaps There is no crime Involved. The mystery Will be solved. I burnt the boats And all the bridges, Can I now climb? If not I get lost And will not be involved.
A new page, Her shrewd gaze Put me in a cage, Drew out all my rage. Could I stage One last performance? The romance gone Common sense prevails. "You sail with the wind" The toothless boatman said, The oar in his hand. His bland Entreaties Did not command So who is exposed? Only me I suppose; So I stood naked, Pictures and mirrors Tell lies. Rake them over Behind the disguise There is a real man.
Faces in a crowded room Look down as I cross. I fly so low, Avoid detection, Always solo On no ones radar. The element of surprise, Important in war. I fight against the rejection, The ultimate doom Of a man so slow Of wits.
I don’t scream Or shout, I don’t fuck about. Life pissed away In a stream Of doubt As it tumbles, Fumbles forwards. An awkward Silence. Did I have a dream? Yes one day, But I thought I had Feet of clay, Not mercury booted, But I was suited To play the game.
Let me steal a moment Of your time. I realise you are not there. What I cannot Bear Subsides. What I feel Arises again And carries the familiar pain, And its real. No covenant. No deal. Except what was agreed. Am I a remnant? The wheel spins quick, The layers peel away But I still have a need. Can I steal another day?
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
I stagger when I walk And I spit when I talk. But my eloquence Is no recompense For what I put you through. Sure you got money; I know you didn’t want it But I flaunt it Anyway. I miss your cheeky face Every day of my life. Love severed Impossible to To replace. Not a snow man, I don’t melt away. Been dealt duff hands before But sure I can recover And discover a new reality.
You. You Gave me hope That what I saw was true; But that, That was pure fantasy. No melody But discord. And you know me. Just wanted to stay true To you I, I know you're with another. You. You’ve told me many times before I wish I didn’t care so much But somehow I do First love, Last love. Am I looking for crutch To buy Or will I get by?
Gotta write, Gotta write Or I did shite today. Have to say, Have to say That don’t sit easy with me. And I pray, And I pray For inspiration. It don’t come, It don’t come Am I just dumb? Doesn’t happen that way. Concentrate, Concentrate; Try to relate. I must ask, I must ask Were you born that way?
I am lost in admiration. My precision Is quite good. I can't touch you anymore, The boundaries created Leave me flat on the floor. But I get up again Or love is not true. I think it is; You give it, Take it, Some times even fake it. That leads to complications, Thwarted And aborted; Views of life contorted. Take love and passion aside Can you abide with what is left? a question for me I think.
Tied to the mast He heard their call; Rapturous voices Beckoned him to fall. They cast a spell on him; “untie me, untie me” But they wouldn’t at all. Told not to By him. Are myths and legends true? Does it matter? Liked Homer, Aristophanes And Nietzsche too. Foundations of western culture; A vulture for knowledge. So I can and I will Pick bones Out of you.
Take a deep breath. Hold my hand. We go through this together On my command. When the tether Of life breaks We only have each other. Wedding vows trashed, Sworn before a fictitious god. We can do this, We can make a stand. Are you ready? Then steady yourself So the bout Begins. We will take the fuckers out.