Sometimes it seems you take great delight
In turning my summer days as black as night
I sometimes think you get pleasures untold
In turning my warmth into icy cold
Sometimes it seems you get tremendous joy
From treating me like an old broken toy
I sometimes feel that you would cherish
Making me the victim of your darkest wish
Sometimes it seems like your golden ticket
Would be seeing me dragged naked through the thicket
I sometimes think that your heart sings
When my angel is grounded with clipped wings
Sometimes it seems you swell with pride
By being the huge thorn in my side
I sometimes think that you feel real smart
By tearing my ragged heart apart
Sometimes it seems that you exist
To taunt me 'bout all the chances I missed
I sometimes think you hear a heavenly choir
As you add extra fuel to my funeral pyre
Thursday, 26 February 2009
Empty
Empty house, no lights no laughter
Empty house, no happy ever after
Should be a home but it's more of a noose
That strangles the life from my empty excuse
One stupid fight, some careless words
Now only my tears the silence disturb
Empty heart, no love no passion
Empty heart, no warmth no compassion
Should be a gift but it now has no use
Thrown with my dreams away with the refuse
One drunken night, one misplaced kiss
The whole of my life reduced to this
Empty and cold, no signs of a rainbow
Empty and cold, no trace of a warm glow
Should be a man in the prime of his life
Should be the man who calls you his wife
One loss of sight, one meaningless girl
And now the total collapse of my world
Empty house, no happy ever after
Should be a home but it's more of a noose
That strangles the life from my empty excuse
One stupid fight, some careless words
Now only my tears the silence disturb
Empty heart, no love no passion
Empty heart, no warmth no compassion
Should be a gift but it now has no use
Thrown with my dreams away with the refuse
One drunken night, one misplaced kiss
The whole of my life reduced to this
Empty and cold, no signs of a rainbow
Empty and cold, no trace of a warm glow
Should be a man in the prime of his life
Should be the man who calls you his wife
One loss of sight, one meaningless girl
And now the total collapse of my world
There Goes The Bride
Rain on the wedding day
In hindsight cruelly apt
The vows like a prison
In which you were trapped
A million raindrops
Cascaded in torrents
Each one a precursor
For the tears of the future
An album of photos
Smiles frozen in a moment
A gnawing reminder
A mocking momento
The wine flowed
Left a stain on the dress
The blows rained
Left a stain on your heart
Two became one
Which soon became three
The lies, the pain
The crushing deceit
First the cracks
Then the splinters
Then total collapse
Emotional breakdown
In hindsight cruelly apt
The vows like a prison
In which you were trapped
A million raindrops
Cascaded in torrents
Each one a precursor
For the tears of the future
An album of photos
Smiles frozen in a moment
A gnawing reminder
A mocking momento
The wine flowed
Left a stain on the dress
The blows rained
Left a stain on your heart
Two became one
Which soon became three
The lies, the pain
The crushing deceit
First the cracks
Then the splinters
Then total collapse
Emotional breakdown
Sunday, 15 February 2009
You, My Raven
Standing helpless
In the margins
Watching as the world
I so carefully created
Is meticulously dismantled
Brick by brick by brick
Reduced to rubble
Leaving me exposed
And naked to my phobias
Crushing loneliness eyes bleeding nerves brittle expectations diminished safety zone obliterated emotionally bankrupt financially ruined physically broken driven to distraction
And if I didn't love you
Why the fuck
Does it hurt so bad
In the margins
Watching as the world
I so carefully created
Is meticulously dismantled
Brick by brick by brick
Reduced to rubble
Leaving me exposed
And naked to my phobias
Crushing loneliness eyes bleeding nerves brittle expectations diminished safety zone obliterated emotionally bankrupt financially ruined physically broken driven to distraction
And if I didn't love you
Why the fuck
Does it hurt so bad
Saturday, 14 February 2009
The Fabulous Death Of Me incomplete draft
Resonating with all too familiarity
The sound of breaking hearts
Fragmenting and shattering
Wine glass encounters falsetto soprano
A forever echo of hollowness
Clings like a mist to the floor of the valley
Gnawing away with it's claustrophobic delight
Forever reminders of bitter rejection
Like the tinnitus of despair
Which leeches all notions of tomorrow
Disabling moments of positive outlook
Promises and memories, empty and lies
And hear me whoop
In absolute delight
As I stand looking up
Admiring the height
Of my self made well crafted
Monumental construction
The spectacular last act
Of my self destruction
And as I lead myself
And stand in position
I allow me a moment
For morbid revision
Each episode a cobble
On the road that brought me here............................
The sound of breaking hearts
Fragmenting and shattering
Wine glass encounters falsetto soprano
A forever echo of hollowness
Clings like a mist to the floor of the valley
Gnawing away with it's claustrophobic delight
Forever reminders of bitter rejection
Like the tinnitus of despair
Which leeches all notions of tomorrow
Disabling moments of positive outlook
Promises and memories, empty and lies
And hear me whoop
In absolute delight
As I stand looking up
Admiring the height
Of my self made well crafted
Monumental construction
The spectacular last act
Of my self destruction
And as I lead myself
And stand in position
I allow me a moment
For morbid revision
Each episode a cobble
On the road that brought me here............................
Tuesday, 3 February 2009
After All These Years incomplete
I thought that we'd grow old together
I thought that you'd be here forever
The lines on the wall outlining stolen memories
I still don't have the heart to paint them out
The deafening silence echoes round marital ruins
Shadows dance in the bay's summer twilight
Blackpool trinkets representing unbridled simple joy
Collecting dust which suffocates naive recollections.............................................
I thought that you'd be here forever
The lines on the wall outlining stolen memories
I still don't have the heart to paint them out
The deafening silence echoes round marital ruins
Shadows dance in the bay's summer twilight
Blackpool trinkets representing unbridled simple joy
Collecting dust which suffocates naive recollections.............................................
Or So They Say
A man cannot have and eat his cake
A sow's ear will not a silk purse make
Cabbages should not twice be put to boil
Too many cooks the broth will spoil
Better to have lost in love than not loved at all
And pride comes before a fall
New tricks can't be taught to a dog that is old
A warm heart betrayed by a hand that is cold
Chopping off your nose, your face it will spite
The bark of a dog is much worse than it's bite
Just like lambs that are brought to the slaughter
And blood is thicker than water
Home is where you will find the heart
A fool and his money are easy to part
Better the devil that you already know
For what you will reap is what you sow
And neither a lender nor borrower be
Though worse things happen at sea
A sow's ear will not a silk purse make
Cabbages should not twice be put to boil
Too many cooks the broth will spoil
Better to have lost in love than not loved at all
And pride comes before a fall
New tricks can't be taught to a dog that is old
A warm heart betrayed by a hand that is cold
Chopping off your nose, your face it will spite
The bark of a dog is much worse than it's bite
Just like lambs that are brought to the slaughter
And blood is thicker than water
Home is where you will find the heart
A fool and his money are easy to part
Better the devil that you already know
For what you will reap is what you sow
And neither a lender nor borrower be
Though worse things happen at sea
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