Love fell through my hands like desert sands. I looked for guidance, There was none. Then good riddance, Desperate child. The sun came out, Warmed and kissed my face. What is the matter? Would you shatter my illusions of place? That happened years ago. Look at you, Look at you now! I ain't broken, I bow to no man, Yet you are on your knees Think about that.
The enemies' swords Cut and cut again. The smell of cordite Brought me to my knees. I said please Don’t you remember The words I said? I bled out for you, That is not true, Best put aside, laid to rest. But No! But I said no! Your wounds will heal That’s the deal. We patch you up And you can fight With what you steal. I came out, Blood oozed No doubt of that; And weak from the blows I had taken. I picked up a sword. The word was out, He is in slaying mood, Let's watch. I carved and cut And from where I stood many lay dead. I could smell the death With each breath I took. Don’t look away now What else we can unearth?
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.
Who gets paid for honour? Bloody bandages, Loss of limbs That only skims The surface. Pornography of disaster Or would you rather Look away? I no longer can. Not enough time, People to meet; I always lived On easy street. But a man restored Can make a difference, Not just plaster Over walls. Already broken, Soaking in the blood Of those who came before, No reverence paid. But the calls haunt me I hope that’s understood.
Put down the war, It’s a bore To friends. Sends the wrong Messages, But presages Disaster. The horse steps back, Dressage style, And all the while Empty handed Gestures Without a smile Cast an image Of a little child Who had no song. That’s at his core So now he fights His war And all the measures taken, Promises Forsaken Mean nothing Anymore.
He stood before me, Sword in hand, The band of men Around him; Laughing at my plight. You could not shine A light Between us. Would I run or fight? If I struck first, As well I might, One step closer, One step more, Our weapons raised, His eyes glazed over. Then I was sure, I saw the fear, Time to settle the score.
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
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
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.
He loved it, Saw an unexpected beauty in it. You had to look closely, Difficult to define. He had a job to do And he loved it. It was death or victory For him. I thought he had a screw loose, But when you fought, When the chances were slim, He always, always had a plan. Looked after his men Like the children he never had.
Even when I got sober I knew it was over. You didn’t have to go Behind my back. I would have understood. I wondered how you could, But that’s enough of that. Your not coming back, That’s just a fact. I wear it like a shirt I once had. So I bought new clothes, Getting ready to move on. Leave the past a memory Of what we once had, But now its all gone. You say your guys amazing, He aint crazy like me, If you just wanted normality I guess you got it. Our love was now broken, Just like the token promise I would never use again, But you think I will. So I walk and walk And the sun beats down. The air shimmers before me And all sound fades away, While the street closes in And I try to begin. Words drip from my pen Like the blood ink within, But where do they end?
Is this an olive branch I see, Or some barbed stick to beat me? Not seeking an apology that once, You gave so freely. The viciousness of your attack, Would break the back of lesser men, But I am made of more. The crown for hurting, And the OBE, Well won, Fair play, But they are yours. Perhaps they open doors, But not mine anymore. I think you’re better than that. Maybe not. Maybe I was wrong all along, But I do know you once shone. Take care with that knife you got. The sharpest steel Draws most blood. You cut me deep. I guess I healed.
You’re the first the last, The alpha and omega. Keep looking for the contrast, But, I see you, So I don’t think, Blink it away. Found someone else ok?, But you happen to stay, In my heart. What the fuck! No, no, don’t get me started, You wouldn’t like it any way. Speedy misconjunction rises. Like the tears of a lion.
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.
Happiness, step on my mind. Take liberties, Where I find, But not with you. Stew me out, I can handle it. Show me the door, As I kiss you, J'adore. I got more, Than this. Don’t take the piss. So, took a trip to Palestine, When I kind of lost my mind. I saw hatred, Bite the hook, Take a look, It really sucks. I don’t rhyme for pleasure, But political rhetoric, In equal strength and measure. Kodachrome, black and white, All magic in the neon home.
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.
Ok, word, Lets get down to it. You wrote sonnets, When all the girls wore bonnets. You went to grammar school, Just like I did, But like a kid No, wait. By age sixteen, You were versed, In one hundred forms, Of rhetoric. I did it by my self, Cant buy that off the shelf. So ok Shakespeare, I want to hear your words, Unless they, Become turds, Just in the passing.
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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)
You are very difficult to find More difficult to kill. How many shots did you take? Tequila or bullets? Please, don’t be flippant. There is a great deal at stake.Pray tell. The consensus of opinion Says you are the man for…. It's irrelevant. We need this man eliminated. You mean murdered. You don’t mince words, I like that. The gleam in his eye As a former spy Was cold; His smile belated. He is ex KGB Now lovingly known as FSB. As if that mattered. Why? He works at the Russian embassy, Connected deep into British industry. A threat to national security. Is there any more? Not really. Now go. That’s all you need to know.