Sojourn

In one day all is settled
As confirmation comes
Via a click and a trip.
Two days later the
News is delivered
In a well-worded quip.
Writing is rotten in
Only one respect
With regards expression;
Not in description but
Sightless vision of faces
Without precession.

If only I witnessed
Your face that morning
When you read the news.
Better still, I’d have
Arrived at your ‘sill
Had I the chance to choose.
But in films they
Disregard details
And how they impact romance;
So it’s best for us
That in logic I trust –
And leave nothing to chance.

Now time suffocates
Our separate attempts
To count down the days:
You in New York with
Lonely distractions as
Each new dawn fades;
Me in Dublin with
Working commitments as
Hope waits to come true –
But time’s guarantee is
To always pass, so
I can live with waiting for you.

Got to Be

Swings her hips,
And looks to me,
Then she says,
It’s just you and me now,
Then I see,
That we are free,
And I know,
It’s got to be we now.

It’s got to be this time.
It’s got to be this time.

In her eyes,
Sudden surprise,
As she sees,
There are no lies now,
Only love,
She doesn’t want,
And she knows,
It’s never or now.

It’s got to be this time.
It’s got to be this time.

(I allowed myself a return to Joy Division mode one day - I wrote this while listening to Ceremony so these words can fit in with the music of that song).

A Bad Sensation

When it was done,
It happened too fast,
It all rushed by,
And quickly became the past,
Hearts were broken,
Too weak to last,
It hurt so much,
Pain with no contrast…

There was no explanation,
There was no justification,
Just trepidation,
Followed by a bad sensation…

So I’m alone again,
There was no gain,
It was love for love’s sake,
That quickly waned,
Leading to detestation,
And eternal pain,
It did not die,
It was slain…

There was no explanation,
There was no justification,
Just trepidation,
Followed by a bad sensation…

So now there’s nothing but silence,
Because you followed the cue,
You wanted to salvage something,
What else could you do?
There were knives on the table,
At least two,
You looked me in the eye,
And stuck me right through…

There was no explanation,
There was no justification,
Just trepidation,
Followed by a bad sensation…

Which led to mental infestation…
Followed by our ultimate destruction…

(more evidence of the Joy Division obsession that engulfed me around this period - if the end results had been in anyway as harrowing as Ian Curtis' I should've been either proud or worried).

Goodbye to Everyone

Well she said she’s gonna try,
She’s gonna try avoid the cry,
She’s gonna try and stop…

She’s gonna try get by,
Get by without that guy,
She’s gonna try forget…

I can see it in her eyes,
I can see all those lies,
I can see the broken pieces…

I can see it in her face,
Her mind’s all over the place,
She’s gone completely insane…

But still she’s gonna try,
She’s gonna try escape the cry,
She’s gonna try and smile…

But still I see the pain,
Her eyes are a dark lane,
She’s completely broken now…

And she sees only one escape,
Her mind’s tunnelled by hate,
She wants to runaway…

So she knots the hang man’s noose,
No part of it was loose,
And so she said goodbye…

Goodbye to a world of pain,
Goodbye to the insane,
Goodbye to everyone…

Goodbye to everyone…

(with this poem I was trying to think in the mindset of somebody close to me - needless to say the end result was disturbing but, thankfully, not the reality).

Desperation

A lot to do,
No time to do it,
I’m lost and confused,
No inch or bit,
Who knows the score?
No one, no where,
What’s it all for?
I have no care,
Too much, too soon,
Everything is everywhere,
No one’s in tune,
No chance to dare,
Singing different hymns,
At varying pitches,
Trying to absolve sins,
Ending up with stitches,
Help is nowhere,
Everyone is gone,
Losing my mind,
Singing this song…

There’s isolation…
There’s separation…
No celebration…
Just desperation…

(around the tenth Bebo page the Joy Division influence kicks in, and with Desperation it's clear I had been listening to Isolation by Joy Division a bit too much).