Look, but don’t go in. The mystery that lays within. No escape. He is driven By a passion That lies within him. No subterfuge, No lies; They only Compromise Our endeavour. We don’t go on forever. So we must be true To each other.
Cauterise emotion, Leading to Explosion. A time bomb Tick tick. The anger built, Ready to explode Without guilt Or restraint; Only a faint wish He could do better. But once unfettered he went wild, Like a child Who had tasted too many sweets; And so he walks Oxford streets, Meets no one, But wonders 'why me?' Had he been chosen, Or just frozen In time?
Don’t worry about the noisy ones, Too obvious. The quiet man, More dangerous. No one knows him. Invisible underground; Can you find him? Doubt it. But sounds you may recover on radar, Because he can’t shut up. He leaves a trace and dares you to follow.
Once upon another life, when I was free I saw you, You saw me. Incarceration; a grown man but a child inside, feckless reckless. Keeping secrets, he made his way In the world, Yet he curled from the past, And the shadow cast Always there. Stealth conjures hidden and silent thoughts. Cat like he walks, No sound of tread. He stalks, on a mission, No permission. None needed, he had a purpose, To see what could be taken And shake them from themselves. And so cat walks on in stealth No sound of tread. He stalks. On a mission.
I watched the sun come up today; Naked trees Beneath a cloud of grey. But if you can’t ping a forty yard pass you are nothing; A footballer, that's what you are. Call this the baller. We do not do homage. We do ourselves, And roam like wolves. I will not release my grasp. As the story unfolds Pray tell the conclusion; The illusion Of a man That span the times. No criminal record. Think he may be the joker. Here's the peace I offer You. Going nowhere; Miscommunication From a loafer Of style.
Going no where, What’s the trouble? Think you can double On debts? You gambled too heavy, Spare the grievance, Look at the achievements. It’s not a mystery, But there is History here. Big boys don’t cry; They fucking do, I am testament To that. A day does not go by When memory Pours in. Horrifically; Not a place of choosing, But using technique I can be a guy.
I do not believe in god, But I believe in you. Do you believe in me? Something of a reprobate. Closest to Christ You will ever see Are all I have to offer. When angels fall They fall far. No relief, If there ever could. You are walking with me; Feet don’t touch the ground. The nails are waiting. I can’t hear a sound. But the cross is there Bare wood, leather bound. Now I have found My destiny. I love you.
Let’s take a drive; See what’s mine. You have nothing. Committing no crime, But you blue it away. That was yesterday; Tomorrow you will be fine. You loved, but hurt several times. That is the curse That is humanity.
There is a stage In the address of man, Who could do better? But how he can. Immorality revoked, He must perform, Lest chokes In the air frame, Limit his scopes. But the torture And the rage Within him Threatens to explode. No threat to you Dear friend.
If you don’t want to laugh, Or cry You are missing Something. What jelly In your head Counts for a brain? Is he insane? Possibly. But he remains The same. Not seeking fame. More a notoriety; That’s the suit That fits him Entirely. Only a fool Would go here To bare his soul. Is he the joker in the pack? Possibly. There are hidden rules, The tools of exchange Spring back.
I will not go, Thrown To the winds; Not without Feeling forced. Perhaps divorced From a certain reality, but spins a story Of calamity. His vanity still sings. This is his choice. What bends or twists Allow this? What god watched on? I suggest a cruel one.
I can’t fake it; You can trace it to memories I chose to forget. Will never leave me The begotten one. I don’t live In regret. You bring purpose In the shine Of the smile, And gentle laughter That touches so deeply. But the joker, The card you don’t want to select For a father. A derelict in head. Once he loved, Then became creepy. But still you need me. Calm yourselves down.
In and out he goes; And throws a new reality. Where the woes go He does not know. Not given, but snatched From some uncertainty. So he rests. Did he get it off his chest? Oh no oh no. He is a very uncertain man, Has no plan. But wishes he did. Then he cracked, Like an egg into a frying pan From a fragile shell. He knows too well.
Who knew the truth? Was a proof required? He wrote till he got tired. Doubting himself Every step of the way, Every night and day. Then he got wired So he could play. Had no say, But he was loved In a weird kind of way. Do not pass judgement Lest you pay the bill.
Took a woman for a date, But I arrived late, Apologising like a child. This was my fate. She said 'Don’t bother This place is great.' I took the menu; Let’s go wild, The most expensive Bottle of wine, That was fine. Then she became pensive; A matter of time I suppose. Are you for real? Just an idea you create Depending on your state of mind. I am the passenger.
What tares like a passion Can drift; can lift two people apart. Who good heart But not meant to be. I know you are over me But where does that Leave me? Apportioning no blame The shame is mine. But since we were wed I stayed calm. This was not easy, And the charms of life I gave were bled The same. No questions asked, No answer required. I see the birds have fled. Going to sunnier climbs Instead.
Your face Is everything I need. You are beautiful, And my creed Is honour. Respect and duty To the man next to me. Are you faithful To this memory?
Touch, Perhaps not a woman Demands. I guess you know I was in love with you. No demands. Hard as old boots. No, not commanded. The suspension Of proclivity; My activity I forget to mention, Just a story that passed.
There are no lies Left to tell; You know them all too well. But the spell That transitions Changes positions. I have no gift to carry, But the parry Of sword. I will listen, As glistening blades Decide on me. I don’t kill that easy; What would a poet Endure, Everything. What had he achieved He had moments, Some good, Some bad. A simple man of ages past That does not figure In our reality.
How slim the line 'Twixt fame and failure. But if you don’t ask Could I do better, And blame the rest That would be a shame. And you claim nothing. And you remain In an endless spiral, Going nowhere. You bare the brunt And confess. Leave it for the bin men. The detritus Does not compromise Us. I am still the same; I get by But something Deep inside has hold Of my soul I cannot jeopardise.
You go on track, Trying to go faster, Competing narratives. Ask you Will you last here? No. Speeding away From controversy, No no no. Climatic changes In our lives Leaves us strangers To truth, So we tell lies. A truth we cannot bear. And so we look And stare. At what? Did I forget? You meant something Or was I dreaming? Possibly. But always scheming.