You can die in a courtroom; No bloom in your face What can erase The chase you find so important. And so you rant, Like a p*issed up tramp. No lamp lights your way. Oh, I tell a lie Come by and sit with me, Just a moment of your time. Speak loudly, I am a bit deaf. A bit death? Said I. No, they sound similar; I am familiar with your case. I suggest you brace yourself. I have news, none of it good I'm afraid. So I delayed telling you, Why? I hate to be the bearer of sad tidings.
I cut and I hacked 'Till the bodies Stacked up Behind me. I felt no remorse But of course The enemy would find me. He stood tall; I looked him in the eye And spied A weakness. Swords clashed, Sparks flew. No words spoken, A broken man Fights so hard, Harder than you knew When hope Is dashed.
Dreams come unbidden. Hidden and unguarded thoughts Taught with expectation. Revelation of the inner soul? Perhaps. I rode my horse hard, back to the house, Bringing forth snorts of protest from the beast. My anger at that infernal woman beat heavy in my breast. I would have it out with her once and for all and bugger the outcome. The sarcastic smile, the withering look that cut like a rapier. The stony silence when spoken to I would have no more of. I had come to hate what once I cherished so, so dearly. I flew through the gates, dismounted, Handing the animal over to the stable lad. He looked a little nervous. I paid him no heed. I stormed up to the front doors to be met By a panicked footman. “What’s the matter man?” “Sir, sir take great care” he was almost in tears. “The lady has armed herself and Has told the servants she means to kill you” he blubbered. “Armed with what?” I asked “y..y…, your duelling pistols sir” he stammered in his frenzy. I began to regret the night I showed her how to load them. We had played a game pretending to be highway men, Chasing each other round the house in eye masks and tricorn hats. The winner was the one able to sneak up And press the muzzle against the others back without detection. She, being so light on her feet, pressed home her advantage, Winning to her obvious delight. I revealed the secrets Of the firearm to her and later she revealed her secrets to me. Happier days. That it should come to this. I held the cowering footman by the shoulders. “Has the lady practised her aim, if so where?” This was too much for him, I thought he would collapse He pointed towards the front door with a trembling hand. I found this hard to believe. “What! In the house, had she gone mad?” I was reeling with confusion and anger. Somehow, I gathered my senses And shaking the man I asked, “how many shots did you hear?” He fumbled with his fingers, showing me first ten followed by…
I saw it in your eyes, There may be pain involved And sure enough there was. But what is pain to love? I went to work the next day, Made excuses for the black eye And calling you said sorry. That was enough for me; I was beaten by girls Many times before, Left bleeding on the floor Never raising a hand, but I respect them more and more.
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.
His guns are blazing The action amazing Wasn’t meant to be here But the fear It strikes He cant pull the trigger No more A score of men Lying on the floor Probably had wives and kids Just like he did He shoots the wounded In the head No prisoners taken Some how he feels broken He knows he is bigger than this Quickly dismisses the thought If fighting taught Him one thing of course You can't have remorse Lock and load lads On my signal Follow me We lose men today Don’t be one of them Fight for your life In this perishing cold A soldiers life Aint served well We go to hell or die Do as I say boys Stay brave We can see this through Aim at the head Surest way Don’t cave We are a body forged In the fire of will Ready to kill They must not get away Today is the day Fix bayonets And we gorge On their blood We cannot be slaves Lock and load lads On my signal. Follow me. We lose men today, Don’t be one of them. Fight for your life In this perishing cold. A soldier's life Ain't served well. We go to hell or die. Do as I say boys, Stay brave. We can see this through; Aim at the head. Surest way Don’t cave. We are a body forged In the fire of will, Ready to kill. They must not get away Today is the day. Fix bayonets And we gorge On there blood We cannot be slaves.
I am not a criminal Sometimes maybe subliminal Point a finger at me I break it off I am famous For being dangerous So don’t fuck about I can shout louder The sound of my voice Your only choice Don’t antagonise me I don’t break so easy Like a snake you step on And bites you in the ass Spitting curses The verses Just won’t rhyme. Get over it There’s still time. But the look on your face Says, your scared You came unprepared Now get off my stage Before I go into rage
Some times I get high, On skunk or weed. Treated like a criminal, Who has no future in me. Fuck the law. I say it repeatedly. So post bail. Do you want me? See me fail. I give up! So I go back In a pick up truck, To the only home, I never knew, And you are fucking with me!
Just shut up and listen, For a while. The devil, Has a handsome Smile. Not like mine, Ripped off, As a child. No ransom paid, So I went wild. A feral kid, Who did what, He did. Relied on no one, Broken. Reject me at your peril. Show some respect. You think me crazy, Will never be lazy. Everything displays me. The cunts. (Did he just say that?) Well he shouldn’t. Wouldn’t remove, The stain on character. He swears a lot. People forgot. Invective, Offers different, Challenges, And ranges.
Walking down dark streets. Darker thoughts follow him. Where does he begin? No story left, The warp and weft, Of life he wears, His cares in every stitch, Yet rich with ideas. He looks for ancient patterns, In a tidal wave of ancient passions, And turns another corner of the street. His search goes on, Once again on the run. To what, from what.? The house, Where it all happened. Passed by on the way to school. Waking, sleeping dreams, That rule. A stain never washed away Grows more livid by the day Revenge or sorrow Who can say Perhaps its both The memory still vivid.
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.
Sorry, don’t know, Where time went. Eroded and corroded, Thrashed by sentiment. Chewed up and bent. Liked to get loaded, White wine, whiter lines, Screwed, smoking weed, So I could sleep. The days I nearly died, Mashed and ferment, This cannot be reconciled. Go your own way, I also want to play, But cannot say Which games to throw away. Easy to get in, Harder to get out, Like your head through the railings. The mind numbs, And whatever, The failings you, You think you got, Don’t follow, The crumbs. People try to bring me down, So I arrive as, Your clown.
Did you see him, On the highway? Was he wasted? Where was he going? I can’t say, There’s no way of knowing. How did he look? I suggest, A little forsook. Well, he must be in book. Check forensics DNA Is there a trace, any? No matches found. Perhaps he has gone to ground. Licked his wounds. Searching for sanctity. A precursor to finality, That is his psychopathy. Sir, he won't admit, To stuff he hadn’t done. But non the less, Will face societies retribution. He must confess. I will deal with him as i see fit.
The word. I am the world. Don’t fuck with me, I know how this is fashioned, Built on blood Are we understood? Put a gun to my head. I dare you, Do I scare you? Be afraid. What happens next I can't defend.
Thursday morning at 8 o’clock And his day begins. Brushes his teeth And goes downstairs, Knowing there’s nobody there. He stares into the mirror, And combs his hair In the early light. Try’s to remember what Happened last night. His mind sees a face, Pretty enough. She left quite early, Leaving no trace. Said she would call, Knowing she wouldn’t. He said the same, Knowing he couldn’t. He sat back, Thought, What his life had become? Since she left him. His love was not welcome Anymore. There was no mystery. Self-inflicted wounds Leave scars, As the white bars On his forearms would testify. He remembered a song They both loved, Particularly when mashed. One line stood strong... “and you bleed just know your alive”. He picked up a knife, And slashed.
What is a life man creates, Then debates with himself, And states, The obvious. Oblivious, To how he behaved, Cradle to grave. Says his concern is the truth, But lied, All the way. Do we count him well? Don’t judge, He is one of us.
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How dare you! My own daughter. So petty minded I have to close This account. Expect nothing more Everything gets cancelled As I shut the door Now fuck off Tell your mum You are on your own. How does that feel? (on being told to stop drinking by a loved one)
Nothing comes from nothing, But something did. Walked out, Taking early breaths; Then began to shout. His outraged screams Unwelcome in the crowd. They wanted joy and laughter, But that's not what it's about. Their roar wore a silence, But the violence within At core must speak out.