I should have known from the start
Kindness is too much for any to ask
When your life's unfolding the dark
A smile will freeze up your heart
Your egos a huge raging bull
Your fears the source of its fuel
In smarts you're top of the school
But in deeds - no more than a tool
At least in the end you showed grit
So thank you for naming it...
"Bastard" 's a very good fit
For a clever self centered shit.
Friday, February 17, 2017
Sunday, February 12, 2017
Of foreign lands
Life is faded at the edges,
sun-bleached tinge of an old photograph.
My world is a faded memory -
even my dreams are of strangers.
sun-bleached tinge of an old photograph.
My world is a faded memory -
even my dreams are of strangers.
Are you a gambling man?
Your hands clutch around my wrist
Resisting it, loves bitter twist.
Middle-way causing offence
Tongues lashing futile defence
Holding on to dreams of 'us'
Familiar buttons light right up.
Life has scarred your heart
loves empty-hole my part.
Mind's filter program set
as shadow blocks regret.
Cold hands tight around your neck
desire to hold on, instinct to reject.
The gambler's hand's all in
to lose it all - or win.
Resisting it, loves bitter twist.
Middle-way causing offence
Tongues lashing futile defence
Holding on to dreams of 'us'
Familiar buttons light right up.
Life has scarred your heart
loves empty-hole my part.
Mind's filter program set
as shadow blocks regret.
Cold hands tight around your neck
desire to hold on, instinct to reject.
The gambler's hand's all in
to lose it all - or win.
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