He’s sentimental, Just a fool. With his dreams, Or so it seems. Moon light, Scented roses, Pose a question, That pulls, At his heart. Can he start? He must, Or he will go mental. Thinks he’s got a virus, Maybe he goes viral. Boom Boom, Whats that sound? Someone at the door. Never sure who. Does he answer, Or not? He forgot. Butt naked. Too much juice Feeling kinda loose. Love, like a cancer, Eating him away. He will see, Another day.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Cleansing in the blood, Of those who came before. I was once a good man, But now I am not so sure. You ask the question, I give you more. Don’t know why I did it, Maybe even up some score? Test my heart, Is my timing flawed? You ask the question, I give you more. Shuffling down death row, To the chamber. Suddenly I remember, Why iam here. Don’t ask the question, I got no more.
With no kindness, Comes no fear. With the blindness, Comes no tear. You are party to the few. It didn’t seem I fitted, They wanted me committed. Always rational and polite, Depending on, Your point of view. De-rated and berated, I shattered their illusions. You can draw, Your own conclusions. I paid my debts in lieu. What I’ve given, What I lost. I don’t count the cost. Still driven, unforgiven. Where am I going to? A verse once shed, That has not bled, Deserves no recognition. A figment of imagination, Adieu.
Once, we did play; How we chased a million stars And touched as only one can. See, how I move, Chance would have you Glance at me To know how you move me. Long ago, how could I forego Holding you so closely. The stars came out, Their light shone and blinded When our joy was unbounded, And music sounded Sweet to my ear. Perhaps a tear, But you were near. Took my hand, Led me to a promised land. I had no fear. Where do I stop? I wont drop. I ain't bogus, Just deeply focused. Coming out of my shell See the hell I am living in.
Keeps coming to my head I don’t cry no more, I think of you instead. Your eyes, smile, laughter; Not a chapter In the life I led. You were the book, The alpha and omega. Your flesh made permanent Indelible stain On the armour I wore. I was built like Caine But able to deliver more. Someone please call 999, She just shot me through the heart.
Too late, I have to demonstrate That I ain't got a screw loose. By now You should have worked it out; Running out of juice, Living on the fumes Of yesterday. And I pray Every day Nothing conclusive comes. You take the life That you choose. You can keep A spirit that runs deep, If it will amuse.
Wings of wax and feathers, We glide From this maze, But remember: Don’t fly Too close to the sun; Or hopes and dreams Will melt. Now leap, We go together. Like I saw it with my own eyes, Saw the blaze as he fell And Daedalus flew on, While his only son Crash landed In the ocean. But he wasn’t dead, Instead Lives in my heart today.
Get the mood down. But I get up, Watching the moon frown. No regrets; Looking at the cigarettes In the coffee I almost downed. But I was wasted, Yet tasted The possibility That something Would come soon. Need a clear path In the aftermath Of what you meant to me. Bring something To the party. I know you are good enough.
Charge my glass For the last time dear, I will drink to your beauty. Charge my glass For now I fear They are coming for me. The sirens wail I hear An old familiar tune And soon I wont be free. Charge my glass As I hold you near And I will come quietely.
I wish I could be your "shoes", Cosseted in leather Holding your pretty feet. Striding confidently In some exclusive shopping street. I wish I could be the "nylons" That cling to your thighs. The sighs I would give, To the chaff and sizzle As you walk by. I wish I could be your "underwear". Seeing you stare, pulling faces At what you dare to wear tonight, But you are no fool, Looking for something that leaves no traces. Don’t fuck on a first date, That’s not cool. You went and broke the rule. You don’t have them And nor do I.
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.
I have come to the end, Now do I bend the rules, And watch fools gather. Old dear friend, Look at their faces, Eyes dry, No crying here, But I must die. Not pursued by a bear. Exit stage left. Something more prosaic, But the mosaic, Of life, Fascinates me. Just grant me a wish, One last kiss, Then I disappear Forever.
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.
Don’t go in there! There is something living. He thought of flies. They get busy, As they die. That bzz bzz, As when caught in a glass. Is this where, He came to rest at last? No matter, That was the past. Done, But not forgotten, And however rotten That’s how the dice were cast.
Wearing lies, Like fake tattoos. Lips as thin as an axe. He has grey eyes, And has no ties. These are just the facts. He looks kinda sad, In his shabby clothes, Walking down the street. Maybe he's mad, But I am glad, Our paths will never meet. He always means well. His intentions are good, But the world just looks away. How far he fell, He would never tell, Even to this day. When no one comes, And all seems lost, What is he going to do? The silence hums, But the beat of drums, Will always sound for you.
I think we are alone, No TV or phones, So, pick the bones out of this dear. You’re welcome There is nothing to fear. The worlds a stage, But actors badly cast, Each plays a part, But it steers towards its own conclusion. The inevitability of pride, And jealousy, Masques the confusion, And can lead to delusion. Where are you? Where am I? You had something, I couldn’t buy, No matter what. But I just can't forget, And I don’t live, In deep regret. You're no saint, And nor am I, But I loved you anyway.