Believe In You
Bravery is not The knowledge That you win; Embrace The possibility That you can. Do your best Out there my son. Smell the field; This is where You are from.
Look, But Don’t Go In
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.
The Quiet Man
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.
The Footballer
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.
Marriage Plan
I know I can be difficult to manage. But that’s what makes a marriage. We are partners in time, Locked together. You watch my back, I will watch yours. Wherever we look, We don’t look at the score book. That’s a dangerous game. Love should be enough. If you wish more That’s a tough one. I can’t counsel. The only I know is self.
Head
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.
Within Again
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.
Film
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.
The Joker
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.
Falling
I love a precious woman, She can come when she please; I do not tease. My integrity is every thing I have to offer. I hope she takes it, Because guess what? I fell in love. The queen of angelic Behaviour Is more than a match For me.
Passenger
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.
No Shame Or Blame
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.
Face
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?
In Passing
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.
Looking
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.