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 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.
The nearly man Looking for a voice. I don’t think he can Make a choice. If he could He would. The element of addiction Poses a restriction; It's in his blood. Sit back, Relax, These are the facts. See how it unfolds; Who knows, Who gives a damn For the nearly man
Bitter bloody war, What is at the core? Insecurity of nations Or ruddy faced Politicians Who cannot explain Why this happened In the first place. Kills more Than are replaced, A fucking disgrace. Strafe, bomb or burn Don’t turn away, This occurs every day. Let's not play For what we say And did. Impossible to rid Of responsibility
When you lose everything, Free to do anything, Let go that which does not matter. Sliding Into the gutter, Washed by rain Will not take The pain away. You can live Another day. No siding With the shatter, Revive, Find a better way.
Silence can become betrayal, The final nail. He remains loyal To principles Long since sailed; Not conventional But rock steady In conviction. Always ready, Often on the boil Simmering now. A glimmer of hope Now stale Looking for release The swords of soldiers, The DMZ. Not relevant anyhow Can you cope? I am not sure, Let this cease This is crazy. But the elephant in the room Is why? The insanity Of war Will make You cry.
No glory in war. The men who died, The heroes. But what you saw I suppose Denied Humanity. No excuses. This is raw. Your story? Show me more, The gory details Criminal abuses I won't think about it anymore. Need to sleep I am tired, But you expired; Saw the horror Without dying. But I know you, You are trying To restore
Imagination Running Riot In the quiet. The depths of night Cannot contain The dreams that come Out of sight; They follow you around. Your head is spinning. Try to maintain, Find some ground. I know it’s a pain. This is not over yet Do not forget You are your own creation.
Paths crossover Form a knot A strangle hold on life And I discover More than I forgot Imperfect memory rife With clutter I know so much Yet knowledge of itself has no power unless I untangle These threads Apply what I know And show a different angle
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
I walked into a desert Had no reason Did not know why One step after another To a place without time or season Perhaps I went to cry But after many days Which all merged into one I realised I was lost, might even die No footprints to retrace And hope all gone This featureless landscape An unforgiving place But if I could mount a final bid! It is often said “when in hell, keep on walking” And so I did Maybe, just maybe I can get out Of the place with no time or season
In a world of plenty for a few And too little for the many The meek do not inherit The bullies do. They don’t care How they get there As long as they arrive, The arrogance of power Sweeping all aside But nothing changes Over the ages. Penned and branded We are as sheep Awaiting our commands, Lethargic, apathetic That is how they want us. A somnambulant public Watching Not doing Except for a few. I hide amongst the flock To cover my shame For really, Iam just the same.
I watch the dreamy stars That float on by me. In the darkness of the night No one follows On my journey; They should not even try. Stars still beguile me, Perhaps they guide me on the way; And looking up At points of light I try to read what they may say.
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.
I craved success Measured by money. I grew up thinking, this would make me happy, But it didn’t. I bought flash cars, Houses and clothes And rose to my limited potential. Thought I was special, A chosen one But I was not happy. Now that it was done Something happened in my head, This was confusing. I took a bruising, Eviscerated And berated. I could not bear to look at myself, The cost had been immeasurable. The fakes, I often state Will not break the fall of a man exculpate. I scale steep walls of confusion Like a “ free” climber. No ropes or harness Against a bleak mountain But surges and urges go on.
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.