The hour is dark. Your door was open, I flew in. I have a message for you. You are much bigger than I thought, A stark reminder. Memory is imperfect. And don’t forget your childhood, It plays out like a film you stood And watched. How did it end? I can't remember, Let's switch this around. Were you happy or sad? I despise both emotions. But you can be hurt? This took some time Explosions in my head Cascading like some unspoken dread.
I watched the river closely. While it always followed the same path On its way to meet the sea, You could never say it was the same river You looked at only moments ago. The water had moved on and There was always a random pattern To its surface as it passed by the bank and over the rocks. Nothing repeated, all was change. Each second another event, A constant state of flux. Looking on, I suddenly felt heavy And inert and I told myself I must learn from the river and flow. Thoughts meandered through my head Like cigarette smoke caught in sunlight, Insubstantial and lost to the air. The river was calling. I rose up and began to wade into the water. The current was strong and I felt the power As it carried me off my feet, And so I floated, cradled by its might And I heard a voice saying “come with me, I have something show you”. The voice was not mine, The thoughts were not mine For I had left thinking on the river bank. All things in this world talk, But one must listen carefully as some only whisper. I was not curious about the promised revelation the river had made. I trusted implicitly and replied “so it must be”. Presently the river took me by a dense forest. One tree stood out, some of its roots Exposed by the very action of the flowing river, Undermining its grasp of the world. The wind caused its leaves to flutter And I heard it whisper and I found myself standing before it. It was massive and ancient and I felt humbled. “Get up off your knees, your piety does not cut it with me” The tree said angrily, then added, Quite gently “how can I help you?” “I am looking for something tree” “Well, aren’t we all? Not bad, a legitimate enquiry, But it has dangers”. He fell silent. The wind gathered up and he spoke again. “ The river comes to a fork, It is very important you listen carefully now. One way leads to oblivion, the other, Peace and happiness. The big…
How did you feel? Rejected, neglected? I am not sure, I hurt my back I guess. We are not talking of the physical, Your issues are mental; You think I am insane? No, no, calm down, We don’t make judgements. Then why are we here? You are the one in the straight jacket. I don’t believe what they say about you, I think we could use you. Forget CIA or MI5, We need deep cover And you are the best. Get it off your chest, Your journey is rare Dare I say, unique. Release me. No, you are a dangerous violent man. I never harmed anyone. We looked in your head Now, will you work with us? If I can. I said forget about the woman. But I fell in love. Then fall out! The equation balances, Your chance is overcome By impossible expectations. Maybe that’s the explanation For your serial failure In these situations. Pay no heed, That’s not why you are here; You have heightened Senses, More animal than man. So what am I? You decide, We don’t care, But there is something in you That collides. Like a planet or some shit? Much much bigger, Here's a gun, pull the trigger. I would never do that. I hear you snigger. You can see the rage I am in so don’t tempt me, Don’t exempt the possibility.
I found myself strapped to a gurney. Why am I here? He spurned my question, waved it away. We have taken samples. Samples of what? Everything you’ve got. Did you find anything? Nothing springs to mind. Except, except Your blood type we cannot find. What? What? This is serious, Its mixed with something mysterious. We have never seen the like before. I think you are a hybrid. Maybe that’s why you can't score. This is not about sex. I state it plain and simple kid: You are alien We tolerate you Mike down!
I am a rat, treated as vermin No ermine coat here. Speak with the cat He is pleasurable And pleasure seeking. But I tell you this He can kill. Not for any reward, Just coz he can. He walked by, I gave a sigh of relief. You are beautiful He said, I know. Is the arrogance misplaced, Stroke me, see for yourself. That’s wonderful, The fur you have is most enticing, Your eyes, so large and engaging. Did you see my claws? No I said I keep them hidden Unless, of course, you threaten. Why would I do that? He laughed, You would be surprised, Talk to the woman, She can tell you more. I gave the cat one last stroke Said I loved him. He replied, I know. I could not believe the arrogance of the bloke. I went in search for her. She appeared Under mysterious moonlight; Her obvious beauty could stop the heart of any man, Not mine. She wore all white, Defining every contour, Her hair was rich and dark. I just wanted to touch. Steady boy, you expect too much, But I thought You thought wrong! I am not here for your pleasure. The measure of man Is in his soul and kindness to all creatures Until you show me that Keep it in your pants!
The stage is set, The lead lady is on. She is pretty and buxom; Ain't heard that word Before. Forget what is said Just watch, watch carefully. The husband impeaches her to love him, She says no chance. A cig butt flicked in his face. Are you in disgrace? Well yes.
Love fell through my hands like desert sands. I looked for guidance, There was none. Then good riddance, Desperate child. The sun came out, Warmed and kissed my face. What is the matter? Would you shatter my illusions of place? That happened years ago. Look at you, Look at you now! I ain't broken, I bow to no man, Yet you are on your knees Think about that.
You are the only confident I trust in this matter. Don’t shatter my dream And splatter it over the floor. The door is open. Do you have any idea What I fear? Surely not My dystopian view May come true Until then I will be guided by you.
- Epic 1 - New story, Same beginning. I know how this ends. Our hero, Melancholic, Deep on morals; How tragic he looks. He has no friends. Always on the move Definition of a loner. Short on words. Long on looks. Conversation through the eyes. But there’s a flaw. What does he hide? We try to guess. The love interest Sees him in a bar Reading a book. “Haven’t seen you here before” He shrugs. “Staying long?” He looks her up and down Without a care. Sees the wedding band. “Oh this. We are finished” she frowns. “Sure" his voice impassive. “I am not hitting on you.” “Never said you were.” His eyes more defensive. “ Do you smoke?” She nods. “Let's go outside. It is quieter. Cigarettes are so expensive Don’t you think? We can talk.” - Epic 2 - “So what’s your story?” A traditional opening. “Do you want it ab initio?” “Abbey what?” “From the beginning, it's Latin.” “Let’s start there” “It would take too long.” “What’s your name, More importantly what is your game?" “My name is Gabriel.” “Like the angel?” “Yes” She smoked her cigarette To the quick. “I am no angel but things happen around me. I can't explain or forget but……” “But what?” “I am staying at the Elise, join me if you wish.” “Oh wow, only million….” Her words died away. Looking at his garb. He saw that. “You are one big secret, aren’t you?” “Let's go to the car.” It was a Rolls Royce, the driver waiting “The Elise sir?” “Yes Majors.” “Very good sir” looking through his rear view mirror. The meaning was ambiguous. Soon they arrived. “Hope you like it, I own it.” - Epic 3 - “What “ “The “ “Fuck” Her world went dark. She had hit on him, Yet it was her Slammed out of the park. “I feel sick, need to go home.” “Majors, take her back. Let me give you my card. Please call.” Said more with eyes Than voice. As they drove away She beat the Camargue leather Like she had no choice. “Who does he think he is? Why does…
Did you ever feel like this, When you get pissed off At every word they say? So you pray They would just go away, Leave you alone; But the phone It rings incessantly, So you answer But the words Choke in your throat. You can deliver But remember Who you really are.
I cant hear the beat of drums, But the silence always hums From the graveyard full of tombs. Where the patient dead lie Awaiting resurrection, why? The countless hopes that always die,. But the loop plays on, Long after the parties gone, And way beyond. You got the questions, I got the lies. Tell me what you know, How do feelings grow? Now give me a show Of the mundanity, The banality, The whispering finality. So soft, words barely spoken. Now memories are brocken. And my heart has awoken. You ask the questions, I tell the lies.
I am a lyrical lover. I have no disguise, Unlike Batman, And I don’t fight crimes. I am just a guy who tries, And I see in your eyes, You may want me too. With my hand on your thigh, I feel you shiver right through. One look at your face I want to dive into you. I don’t come up for air, For the pleasure down there. Something has arisen, And there’s no going back. My clothes feel like a prison, And get dropped in a stack. Desire must be fed Now, woman, get into my bed.
Smooth, smooth, just like James Bond. Maybe I am a wizard with a magic wand? I can grant you a wish, or maybe two. When I fall in love, then it’s all about you. You stole my heart, but I don’t want it back. Keep it forever coz you’re my pussycat. I am on my best behaviour as you're worthy of that. Ooohh, babe, not what I seem. Give me a chance, could be the man of your dreams. If you want phantasy you gotta try me. Step into my world, you can be my girl. Don’t want you to go, stay and see, Now gimme a twirl, And you can be the very pearl I been looking for.
Is this an olive branch I see, Or some barbed stick to beat me? Not seeking an apology that once, You gave so freely. The viciousness of your attack, Would break the back of lesser men, But I am made of more. The crown for hurting, And the OBE, Well won, Fair play, But they are yours. Perhaps they open doors, But not mine anymore. I think you’re better than that. Maybe not. Maybe I was wrong all along, But I do know you once shone. Take care with that knife you got. The sharpest steel Draws most blood. You cut me deep. I guess I healed.
You’re the first the last, The alpha and omega. Keep looking for the contrast, But, I see you, So I don’t think, Blink it away. Found someone else ok?, But you happen to stay, In my heart. What the fuck! No, no, don’t get me started, You wouldn’t like it any way. Speedy misconjunction rises. Like the tears of a lion.
Going down, Feeling it’s the beat. Going underground, Where I don’t make a sound. So many memories, In the lost and found. I can be discreet. What, Did I say? Repeat. Just said I loved you, On the street, But there is no witness, To the kiss.
The ruptured structure, Of our lives, Denies, The truth. If you want proof, A heart so broken Can't be put back together, Unless someone, Picks it up, Walks with it, Runs with it, To fields of rapture.
Blame, Taken fully, or not at all, Either point untrue. Along the line, Which joins the two. Where do I stand? The call is up to you. I cannot judge, Lest I am too easy, Or too harsh, But I must know, What part i played. I don’t know why, A guess would do. Try and measure, What cannot be measured. Thoughts and memories, Once treasured. When life and hope, Hang by a thread, And it breaks. Will something take its stead? Or am I just, The same.
New year’s eve, Brazilian style. Nephews, nieces, For a while. If this don’t make, You smile, You’re not a child, Inside. I know you are. You want to share, But you’re going spare, Inside. They fill the room. Different faces, Foreign language. You are just the groom, But you get it. That’s the way you are. You don’t have enough, To pay, For the happiness, You feel today. Will it last? The past is dead and buried, Shredded, cast aside. You have no pride? I believe you do. There is no telling, Of what you do, Next. I am spelling, It out for you. Now, move along, There is a queue.
Join the dots, Of my tears. Hear the fears, In my heart, What do they say to you? On my knees, In deep freeze, And praying, Don’t go down that hole. Don’t go down again, No, no, no. We both know you will. Transparent as glass, You spill light. But talk such shite, Late at night. Talk as if you, Have no choice, But you have a voice, So lets hear. Not Curtis, not Dylan, Or even John Lennon. Certainly not Shakespear, Or Chaucer, Merely the son of a grocer. Take no pride in humility, The deadliest sin of all. All servants wish to be masters, And you are no exception.
Little to do, But think of you.. So I prowl, and howl, Like a wolf, At the moon. See you soon I hope. Till then, Just cope. Life for the living, There is no way, Of knowing. At the end of a rope, Facing nothing, But you. You turn me on. Is there something, I am missing? Just one kiss from you.