Fading Smile

When I smile, I’m merely in denial,
I smile when I’m in emotional exile,
The only true smile is that of a child,
Adult smiles are completely defiled…

Confusion circles my brain,
Muddled thoughts are a ball and chain,
Hiding behind my smile, I’m safe,
Until I’m overcome by a lack of faith…

Turning, turning, constantly looking,
For help that just isn’t coming,
Retreating, retreating, back under the covers,
Sleepless, just like children’s mothers…

Everything seems so threatening now,
I’m told to keep the faith, but how?
Nothing makes sense anymore,
Everything is falling into evermore…

But still I continue to smile,
Everyone thinks I’m happy, when I’m in denial,
Non-existent pressure is destroying my mind,
My personality is fast becoming unkind…

Consideration and logic are fading fast…
I don’t know how much longer my smile can last...

The White Man Betrays the Indian

There was once a lonely Indian,
His clan had been lost in shoot outs,
He wandered the wild, wild west,
In search of more like him...

He remembered those shoot outs well,
His clan's screams of fear and pain lived inside him,
The heartbreak of loss he carried everywhere,
As a reminder not to trust the white man...

One day he came across a white man,
Wariness gripped the Indian,
But the white man said he meant no harm,
He too was looking for companionship...

So the Indian did what life taught him not to do,
He trusted the word of the white man,
His clear blue eyes,
Held no malice for the Indian...

So then the two of them,
The white man and the Indian,
Wandered throughout the wild, wild west,
In search of a means to live by...

But one fateful morning,
The Indian awoke to loud yells of triumph,
He opened his eyes and saw before him,
The same group of cowboys who had killed his clan...

The Indian looked at the white man,
The white man couldn't hold his gaze,.
The white man had betrayed the Indian,
Just for some food and water...

The yells of anguish from the Indian echoed all 'round,
As he lay there dying, he wore a betrayed expression,
That look would stay with the white man forever...
The echo of his anguished scream...

Would reverberate in the white man's conscience for eternity.

(inspired by Gary White's wee musical composition with the same title; it was one of the Otho demos)

The Wanderer's Wildflower

The wanderer dressed in black,
Searches for life's answers,
In every hole and beneath every crack,
Until he realises it's pointless,
As fifty years of endless searching,
Has brought nothing but pain,
Yet he strives to keep going,
Because of the mere presence of her,
The one who can bring fear and inspiration,
The wanderer's wildflower...

She has filled him with joy,
She has broken his heart,
His proposals to her are coy,
But her rejections are harsh,
As she fears to ask when,
Heartache has always been a companion,
And she fears to fall again,
But her heart reaches out to him,
And the wanderer finally stopped wandering,
As the whole time his answer was right in front of him...

She was the one who he wanted to give everything...
The wildflower was the one to whom he wanted to sing...

The Scream

Her face was deathly white,
Her scream pierced the night,
It sent shudders down my spine,
Breaking an unbreakable line,
His body was found hanging,
His mind was filled with flashing,
He felt like there was no escaping,
A life that was his for the taking...

All she wanted was his love,
To him that was far too much,
He had given it to another,
Hurting his child's mother,
Now he sees his whole life fall apart,
His mind tells him to flee and depart,
In a way so permanent and forever,
That mention of a return would be followed by 'never'...

Now his former love's scream echoes with violence...
All he wanted was solitude and silence...

The Inevitable

If you're scared of death there's no point living,
Because death in this life is a given,
It surrounds all of us all of the time,
Lurking around every corner, etched on every sign,
So there's no point peering over your shoulder,
Just to make your heart go prematurely colder,
You should just live every day to the utmost,
Not spend them thinking about past ghosts,
As life and death are forever intertwined,
Your death certificate is already signed...

So don't concern yourself with thoughts of what's unavoidable...
Just live life without thinking about the inevitable...