A silence falls across the merry hills
A sound of whisper, slowly becomes louder
Until a scream of quite; shouts of hush
Become obvious, louder and louder
Until object is defeated, and the merriment
It starts again
First Words
Can I go back to the way it was before?
Change my mind
Or am I a hostage, a prisoner of war?
Just being left behind
They say that there is an art
To living the a la carte
Behind the bike sheds
Am I designed to fall inside?
And be washed away by a tide?
My heart did bleed?
When you preceded
To supersede my point of view
And follow through
Even when the payments are overdue
Can you forgive me?
And outlive me
And tell the tale
You came to me
In a flash of artistic imagery
Like a sudden epiphany
That would let me go
But I know I can go back
And say goodbye
Or give it one more try
To stay up high
I once knew a boy
I once new a boy
He knew of love and joy,
Whose ambition and intuition
Was to create and not too destroy.
That boy became a man,
Who knew of misery and hate?
Whose highs and lies
Was to destroy and eventually incriminate.
Although the two shared the same shell
One was destined to be destroy and one to excel
And leave the barren wastelands behind
To break the mold and save mankind.
But to himself he was pure evil
Who derogatory comments caused an upheaval
To a land of poppy’s, where he feels no pain
And can ignore the suffering, and dodge all blame
That man was a brother and he was son
Whose only obsession was becoming numb
He left his love ones in the dark
And betrayed them with painful and snide remarks
I lost that brother, that son, that friend
Whose actions I eventually couldn’t reason with nor defend
Whose eyes lost there sparkle, the hope and the light
Whose dreams were just that, they banished to the night.
I lost a person; he was dear to my heart
Whose passion for life, is now a lost art
Who’s face I recognize, but his soul I cannot place
Because he put it down somewhere, and it vanished without a trace.
I once new a boy, who new how to feel
I now know a man, whose wounds refuse to heal
Trenches
It blinded my senses, i lit a spark
my burning embers illuminated the dull, drab dark
cold empty spaces and gaunt grey faces
a silence so loud you can hear its noise
we are just soldiers, we are just boys
In the mud of the trenches, built deep inside
the blood endued my slow mental demise
insanity with bangs and clangs and screams
from the bullets above, like swarming bees
What fight for freedom, enslaves the mass
with lying and crying and medias harass
with simple soldier boys who should be tucked up in bed
but lie in the trenches with a bullet in there head
Spit and spat
Spit and spat
As I walked through the stars
Lonely away
Far; far away, in the dark
Spinning out of control
Out of this world in the sank
And the dark
Lonely dark
Stepping Stones
It’s along walk to far away,
Over rivers and lakes until the sun start’s to fade
A bridge here and stepping stones there
Sometimes you have to jump, or walk through the air
“Too far” was the call,
It was dark and dull
And I was trying to walk back once and for all
But I was drawn into the view, hypnotized
And blinded by your lustrous eyes
With a calloused look you can drive away
But with a simple smile you can lead me astray
To a place so a’rebours, in unity and course
I try and hide away,
So to melt into the last seconds of this day
Who am I to laugh and sneer?
I walk into the woods of life free of fear
I do not judge or preconceive
My own view of the world, even if it is naïve
I like to see it through my own eyes
Its easier to love and to be surprised
By the subtle patterns most overlook
As child’s play,
That’s better suited to a storybook
What are we but grains of sand?
Waiting in a Queue with cash in hand
To buy that which the mind desires
But overlooking what the soul requires
Can we be free from that which we crave?
Although we overlook the beauties of the waves.
When will we wake up and see what we own
And take the trip over those last stepping stones
Breath
When will I speak and sound leave my lips
Although I can never form the vowels to push
With simple breath, to make noise.
The effort is there
And lie and try and try again
To make a sound, a sound my friend
That I can make more sense
Of this world, this is impregnated:
With wisdom that is not wise
And stories untold, never to hear the message
However bold or italic in form
Not to be influenced by rules or norm
A libertine at heart and in soul
I trawl the land however frostbitten and cold
My projection I make, to another plain
Im stuck on this world, and im still to blame
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