There he stood,
On the battlefield of suffering,
Bullets spraying everywhere,
Bombs exploding all around,
He surveyed the scene,
Panic induced violence,
Bloody carnage,
Mindless screaming,
Followed by the eternal silence...
The enemy's closing in,
Everyone's running everywhere,
Nothing makes sense now,
Until the moment of clarity,
When he picked up his rifle,
And, in the name of his country,
He charged at the enemy,
While his comrades looked on ...
From the safety of the bunkers...
Alone he died in no-man's land...
Together his comrades died in hiding...
And everything became clear again...
Their deaths were in vain...
Monday, April 7, 2008
The Control Seeking Blight
Succumbing again to temptation,
Mind shows horrid images,
Others perceptions are horribly wrong,
They have no idea what goes on
In the depths of my conscious,
Cracking, buckling,
Lying to everyone,
Lying to myself,
Can't stop the bad thing,
Can't resist the blight,
Their judgement couldn't be more wide,
Heart's in the right place,
The blight contests for that place,
The blight is victorious far too often...
Access is too easy,
Temptation is too strong,
Staying away is no longer conceivable,
Every little thing brings a chance,
An appalling lack of strength
Sees me snatch at it every time,
Inside, lives the blight,
Whose eyes seek the unseekable,
Mind seeks stimulation in any form,
Control is slipping fast,
Can't keep the blight at bay,
Inside, it coaxes,
Seeking total control,
Edging permanently closer to it...
Find myself succumbing again...
Permanence seems so much easier...
Mind shows horrid images,
Others perceptions are horribly wrong,
They have no idea what goes on
In the depths of my conscious,
Cracking, buckling,
Lying to everyone,
Lying to myself,
Can't stop the bad thing,
Can't resist the blight,
Their judgement couldn't be more wide,
Heart's in the right place,
The blight contests for that place,
The blight is victorious far too often...
Access is too easy,
Temptation is too strong,
Staying away is no longer conceivable,
Every little thing brings a chance,
An appalling lack of strength
Sees me snatch at it every time,
Inside, lives the blight,
Whose eyes seek the unseekable,
Mind seeks stimulation in any form,
Control is slipping fast,
Can't keep the blight at bay,
Inside, it coaxes,
Seeking total control,
Edging permanently closer to it...
Find myself succumbing again...
Permanence seems so much easier...
Sunday, April 6, 2008
That Night
So, here we are,
In the back of my banged up car,
Who would’ve thought we’d come this far?
Through the roof, we could see the North Star…
The radio was playing Joy Division,
It had no bearing on my decision,
Our hearts are on course for a happy collision,
Love won’t tear us apart, it will bring unison…
Your smile is as wide as mine,
Your face and body look so fine,
Through the windows, the moon and stars shine,
Accentuating all the obvious signs…
We were parked at a lovers’ hideaway,
In the back of the car we laid,
Those three words I hear you say,
We kissed passionately until night became day…
That night, we became one,
That night, we had so much fun,
That night, past woes were shunned,
That night, we were as hot as the sun...
In the back of my banged up car,
Who would’ve thought we’d come this far?
Through the roof, we could see the North Star…
The radio was playing Joy Division,
It had no bearing on my decision,
Our hearts are on course for a happy collision,
Love won’t tear us apart, it will bring unison…
Your smile is as wide as mine,
Your face and body look so fine,
Through the windows, the moon and stars shine,
Accentuating all the obvious signs…
We were parked at a lovers’ hideaway,
In the back of the car we laid,
Those three words I hear you say,
We kissed passionately until night became day…
That night, we became one,
That night, we had so much fun,
That night, past woes were shunned,
That night, we were as hot as the sun...
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Thursday, April 3, 2008
Sucked into my Own Fear
As time ticks on,
As life lives on,
As we all breathe on,
I change with every passing moment,
Bitterness swallows me whole,
Changing me from what I once was,
To what I am now,
Heartless, selfish...
I care for no one but myself,
I did care once,
But life has kicked me
Once too often,
I'm now becoming
What I've always detested,
An arrogant person, wallowing
In a pool of ignorance...
I feel it day after day,
Arrogance overtaking my heart,
Soon, everyone will hate me,
I've a head start on them all,
I already hate myself
For allowing it to come to this,
The worst thing is,
I can't see myself changing back...
I'm too deep in my own filthy arrogance...
To wade back to the past...
As life lives on,
As we all breathe on,
I change with every passing moment,
Bitterness swallows me whole,
Changing me from what I once was,
To what I am now,
Heartless, selfish...
I care for no one but myself,
I did care once,
But life has kicked me
Once too often,
I'm now becoming
What I've always detested,
An arrogant person, wallowing
In a pool of ignorance...
I feel it day after day,
Arrogance overtaking my heart,
Soon, everyone will hate me,
I've a head start on them all,
I already hate myself
For allowing it to come to this,
The worst thing is,
I can't see myself changing back...
I'm too deep in my own filthy arrogance...
To wade back to the past...
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Social Anarchy
As every night comes to its end,
The abuse of alcohol begins to have its effect,
The streets are filled with people,
Shouting, grumbling and arguing,
Outbreaks of violence are inevitable…
People in late night take-aways,
Take the brunt of drunken abuse,
Getting shouted at for being ‘too slow’,
They have to put a smile on their face,
And act as if they weren’t verbally assaulted…
Some drunks are know-it-all idiots,
Others are just purely aggressive,
A clash of personalities is bound to happen,
And this always leads to a clash of fists,
While the rest of the mob look on, laugh and jeer…
Blood often gets spilled in these fights,
Some people even take such a bad beating,
That they die there and then,
And it is always the innocent who get hurt,
Never the drunken fool who deserves it…
People get lost, people get hurt, people get sick…
It’s all just another night of social anarchy…
The abuse of alcohol begins to have its effect,
The streets are filled with people,
Shouting, grumbling and arguing,
Outbreaks of violence are inevitable…
People in late night take-aways,
Take the brunt of drunken abuse,
Getting shouted at for being ‘too slow’,
They have to put a smile on their face,
And act as if they weren’t verbally assaulted…
Some drunks are know-it-all idiots,
Others are just purely aggressive,
A clash of personalities is bound to happen,
And this always leads to a clash of fists,
While the rest of the mob look on, laugh and jeer…
Blood often gets spilled in these fights,
Some people even take such a bad beating,
That they die there and then,
And it is always the innocent who get hurt,
Never the drunken fool who deserves it…
People get lost, people get hurt, people get sick…
It’s all just another night of social anarchy…
Labels:
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