I can tell you stories Of cabbages and kings, But the things I really know Can seriously sting. I will not say it now But it brings Something to mind; Love can leave You behind. I know that feeling And sealing The temptation, The contemplation Will not save. No crime committed, Just omitted From public gaze. Who cares? I do, I know what went on, Take it to my grave
I am so on edge, Can't sleep at night; Borrow from tomorrow. Every day My shadow gives me fright. I live on the ledge; I have to pay Do I jump? This wont go away. Not suicidal, Not depressed Inside. A fucking mess, Taking time To sort it out But I must Lest things turn nasty. As previously Discussed I cannot leave The ghastly Effect of age Gather rust, But do not see You dead.
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?
I never thought I'd miss You Half as much As I do. I must give credit To the doves above, Reminding me of love; Forever in debit. Your kiss Was such I can't explain, But remains On my lips And nice tits Too.
I can tell you are in love; What would you give To hold on to that connection? You have faced rejection, Humiliation And more But you still keep coming back. The store Of memories. Don’t glamorise the past; Live with them if you can, If you are any kind of man. I see you when you are not around And without a sound You appear before me; The elegance And grace Of you Takes my breath away. What the fucking hell, Is this a spell You cast Or was it myself? That’s probably true And despite appearance A romantic in a shell.
Two lovers embrace, Lips touch. She feels him against her, There is much. But it leaves no trace, The passion over Till next time Soon. They part with a kiss And swoon At each other. The tenderness Of love Remembrances. A silk glove So soft Was this a Gift? What were the chances? Stolen glances, Perhaps of fondness And pleasure fills the air.
Two pretty girls Kissing; Why is this such a turn on? Is it so strange The twirls of passion Have a wider range Than you imagine? Something is missing. And it is not you. Intervene? No, Love in all its forms Finds a course. Can only be clean If true.
My underestimation, She could always Beat me at chess And I am a smart guy. Straight A's - That’s just education. Intelligence You cannot buy. What about sex? Wonderful smile, Slim body Next to mine. The pleasure went by, Now I am on trial There is no explanation!
Amongst the broken tomb stones In a lonely cemetery I smoked a cigarette And looked around. One grave, fresh dug, Earth piled by the side; The headstone blank. Would this be mine? Born, lived, died, Forgotten. Is this how it ends? Six feet under ground And rotten. Difficult to accept But true. My chief regret; I wasted my love For you. Threw it aside. It haunts my living days And I cannot forget. I certainly can't hide. Still looking for a way through. That only I can provide
Play nicely now; Screw with me, Do as you see. No mercy Or compassion. Survival my priority. Saw her today. It's her fashion To look the other way, So I undertook The possibilities Of chances; All meaningful Glances trampled under foot. None All gone, But understood.
Looking through the prism of love I saw heaven above And it smiled on me. Full of colour, full of light Now theres only black and white, And shades I cannot see. The litter of a life That too often offended A broken heart That could never be mended So I blow on the embers of hope And remember the prism of love
Gradually, I became impossible, even to myself. Witnessing an interminable fall, My lifestyle ensured this was the only outcome I was oblivious, Blind to the consequences, But I knew this could not go on. The tedium of me left you no option. You deserved much, much more And falling in love will always trump hard currency Regardless of how much. The connections forged by emotion, The strongest. Money is just the score In a pointless game And greed the motivation. So I am left with friendship, And grateful for it. The spirit of your heart Beats for another. You will find me no trouble, If I can help, I will, No strings. I cannot consider others, it would be unfair, Because they are not you. These are the thoughts That I store.
The weakness in the currency of love Even darkness cannot hide the truth, Bartered, traded and exchanged, A minor cut each time, Till all is gone Used upon Consumed, Yet a shell remains A façade if you will, The fakery of living Leaves me withering On the vine. Am I going mad? Have I become deranged? What matter, Who gives a whit I will try to explain. My mind seems intact Never clearer. I see my dissolution Reflected in the mirror Where once I saw my face Looking suspisciously well But I know inside There is nothing but a shell Bad things can happen and are done In the name of love Born of a capricious nature I cannot do this again But there is no magic cure So I am drawn to the light The light and the pain
When I slip in the mud of reality, Where the tall trees grow Roots so ancient Then I will know I am home Once again. I taught you to hunt Yet weigh the cost Of love and life often lost Death comes easy When living gets hard And shards of ice Pierce your heart, Is a cold embrace Better than none? I don’t know What I have won I muse on what went by, Incoherent clouds of joy, Planes leave contrails in the sky. Thin scars And all the years Lead to this day The strings Well up inside And drown out The sound That echo Distant memory.
He had a chain saw And a razor. The way things seem In my dreams, I cant get over, Don’t know why I bother. Maybe I should be quiet For a while, But there is a riot In my head. I must calm down. I see by your frown You do not agree, But this is me, You get what you see. A cat that walks alone Is prone To mishap, But values his privacy, Above all else. No shame in that. His capacity For love, All gone. So he drones On of love lost, Yet counted again, And again. Stuck in a vortex, I need no respect. I can't bring you down, But I am bound By honour.
Maybe I am a reject, Spoilt goods, So I feel dejected. Much was expected. Head of school, captain of football, Not tall stories, But blind ambition cost more than I can ever show. I love you dearly That much you know, So its no surprise I can't compromise, No one else will do at all. As I write, I bite my knuckles Till they are raw And if I get the call, I will not go quietly. People look at me As I walk the streets. Is he a tragedy? Someone tell me As I can't see, But the penalty is great. I don’t believe in fate, And for the record I state I do not want a debate, So just step aside, My personal pride Is at stake
I don’t get off on this. My promise to you Full of platitudes. Not being rude In any way shape or form, But a storm is coming. I can smell it And I walk the streets Of oxford, Bored out of my mind, Not blind To possibility. Love gives you that, But catch 22 Can I tell the truth, I can lie no more. If you have memories Stored. Reflect on them, And if you respect them, Just give me a clue And I can show you What I can do.
I am a relic From a bygone age, I don’t need confrontation. Just a small town boy In a rage. Don’t lock me up, I will get out of any cage you put me in. Now shut up. I will give this tale a different spin. There is one offer On the table. What's true, What's not. I proffer some advice, Before you answer the question, Don’t lie. Mendacity hurts the giver Like drinking poison, Expecting the other to die. But I can see when you go too far, You forget who you are And invention turns cold. So I stole As I was out of ideas. I was not objective, Left me covered in tears. The degradation Becomes my reality. I guess I was lucky, I had a certain talent, And a work ethic that would not quit. I wish things were different Between you and me, But they are not, And I forgot to mention My point of reference, And supported by evidence. I have been with women before, But you are the one I adore, But it makes no difference anymore.
I was breathing for the moment from a one night stand. I know what I did. I repeat, no comment, But life toys with us all, And the fall Of a man can be great. This feels like a confession But its just too late. Not looking to ingratiate, But I am dead weight. I am a victim, Of the monument I created. I want this for the record And was always told, Things would be ok for me, But they weren’t. Fingers burnt, But I cant leave the field. Come back with your shield or, on it.
Don’t score with girls no more Bit of a bore. I find life a chore. I could sleep with a whore, And get STDs. Instinct tells me If this doesn’t kill me, It will make me stronger, But I am a stranger To myself. I have a limited shelf life, My sell by date already passed. Mom took thalidomide. It helps with morning sickness. I wasn’t born defective. That was down to me, And I find myself Mixed with controversy. Good guy, bad guy. Quick shag or marry. I have a second skin, Maybe a dozen more. The difference is thin. My implosion, In slow motion, I see every day. I understand the agony, My mental state Can fluctuate, From joy To utter despair. I thought this was How every one felt, But I was dealt A card of chance. It had your image on it, So I looked for romance. Like a stray dog seeking a home And when it doesn’t happen You cry to your soul. My tears are private, Even alone. A scavenger of life, Like an hyena. I could not say it plainer, Still a stranger To my life.
I look back At reality You may not like what you see A certain familiarity Waves over me I have seen this all before That’s the core Of my anxiety Repetitive Fantasy Some say Lock him away Throw away the key Don’t matter to me I wasn’t here in the first place Perfect alibi See, truth is solid gold to me I don’t leave a trace My shit can be crude I can be rude But I showed How I feel Didn’t borrow or steal Trying to make a deal Purely platonic No tectonic Shift required But I always admired Your comments are barbed That’s so fucking sexy Takes real ingenuity And fluidity of speech When people say you are tough They are not good enough Can't compete The bail queen struts her stuff