I saw it in your eyes, There may be pain involved And sure enough there was. But what is pain to love? I went to work the next day, Made excuses for the black eye And calling you said sorry. That was enough for me; I was beaten by girls Many times before, Left bleeding on the floor Never raising a hand, but I respect them more and more.
She wore leather like a leopard, Close fit, And nice tits too. I did not want to jeopardise My chances. She did not glance, Just looked. Not a stare Merely an appraisal, And once summed up I acquiesced. I did not care To ask her name Lest we be misunderstood And no good comes from that. I take the blame, But I am glad I came. Same results again Nothing special But not you.
She entered the party Looking really hot. A blonde wig. Then it started And it all kicked off. She grabbed me by the balls “Let's get out of here” She said. I took another swig But how could I not? Took me back to hers Rode me like a horse. But the trigger Is not the calls, But how they break us And because. Decisions. We own them.
Did you study Or were you taught? The difference is One comes from you, The other received. The margin for error is small; Don’t be deceived. It is as tall As a man in his grave. You will make mistakes Don’t be afraid, All you want can be achieved.
Choosing by the hour my confessions; Reap what you sow. Emotions will not grow, Give away possessions, A slow, ineffective Decision As you well know. I am only a voice I don’t do this from choice; But I am in your head I want to tell you to go But instead Probably go to bed. Will that be the end? I would not kiss and show.
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.
Close your eyes and count to three And I will be gone; You won't see Me again. Crushed skulls of humanity And tears never shed; The utter banality Left them all for dead. Time can dull the senses. No one cries here Only me. And if there is consensus I will see you under The tree, Remember?
Desperation feels so cold. I am not bold Enough to challenge, I just pick up debts, No regrets. My soul not crushed, Do I rush towards The exit? But my range Is short; On the fringes Of reality The totality Can't be pushed, Just moved gently forward.
He went outside to get some air, Feet stuttering, The muttering Kept to himself. Please do not stare, Not that he would care But he remembers The fluttering Of birds And glorious Septembers Picking pears. In late summer blossom The gossamer Of spiders webs Brushed aside. They laid together He remembers her; Will she remember him? No man doubts The veracity of good intention But some truths Are too close to mention.
Don’t act in haste, It’s a waste Of time. Perhaps There is no crime Involved. The mystery Will be solved. I burnt the boats And all the bridges, Can I now climb? If not I get lost And will not be involved.
They danced, Sent one into a trance Like state of mind, But I am not blind. Men with men, Men with women. The hypnotic fury Of what occurred May seem absurd To some. Get out or Get sucked in, But the chance Had gone So I had to dance Too.
She drinks dark rum And chews tobacco, A true mulatto. I think she loved me, Let's roll and see. Fill the sails lads, Glad to be at sea Again. Show a manly bearing But the searing Pain I feel. My voice faulters, Gets all staccato I loved her too.
Slow change Pulled us apart, A broken heart Put together again. Get over the loss, Over the pain And realise A new start Or go insane. The cost Is great If you do not, Do you really give a toss? You forgot Something, An umbrella To shelter from the rain.
A new page, Her shrewd gaze Put me in a cage, Drew out all my rage. Could I stage One last performance? The romance gone Common sense prevails. "You sail with the wind" The toothless boatman said, The oar in his hand. His bland Entreaties Did not command So who is exposed? Only me I suppose; So I stood naked, Pictures and mirrors Tell lies. Rake them over Behind the disguise There is a real man.
Faces in a crowded room Look down as I cross. I fly so low, Avoid detection, Always solo On no ones radar. The element of surprise, Important in war. I fight against the rejection, The ultimate doom Of a man so slow Of wits.
I don’t scream Or shout, I don’t fuck about. Life pissed away In a stream Of doubt As it tumbles, Fumbles forwards. An awkward Silence. Did I have a dream? Yes one day, But I thought I had Feet of clay, Not mercury booted, But I was suited To play the game.
You have gone too far Without getting anywhere, Treading waters Of despair. Get into the car I will take you somewhere, But you don’t care What happens. The straps of love All snapped And lying on the floor. Did you let go? Or was it her? You don’t know the answer As you head on to the door; Wallet, keys and mobile phone, The comfort of a nice warm home You are a chancer, This time gone too far.
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.
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.
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?