Sheets

Because a thousand miles away
Is the distance between
Though it seems only a breath away
Maybe one day the wolves will stay

In the crevices of your cold cold heat
Is where angels find solace
And though you don't see it now
It was one day be too late

The angels would have taken flight
The children would have matured
The petals would have withered
And it would be all too late

For teas will dry up
A warm heart will turn cold
And there will be no one left to..
dry these clean sheets anymore

Because it will be another chapter
Of years gone by
When you will remember the days fondly
When history repeats itself.

Bent Crooked

I look over to the left, a bit off centre
There she sits, cross legged in banter
With some other girl I don''t know now
Each their own they both cry foul
I peer silently afraid my eyes would betray
The morals of mine all tattered and frayed

Just another tomorrow, some other today
But the happy beams of sunlight shy away
Premonition, Pandemonium, end of days
Earthquakes tsunamis, this vengeance we must pay
Apocalypse dawns on us come what may
Like it or not, that's the way

Watershed of tears, torrents of pain
Lash on the hungry soul - nothing to gain
This lonely planet is not ours for long
The transient calls of the nightingale's song
But we leave our worries for tomorrow
Postpone the dreaded feet's crow

Why do we cry when crying does no good
It won't help us breathe or give us food
These useless rivers of misery
Shackled and chained, dying to be free
From the one thing we love that hold us down
Perhaps all the world's a stage and we, but clowns

2 minutes too late

I would have left no footprints
No trace - hell it's a ratrace

You would not have seen me disappear
Not for a year

It must have been completely silent
The speakers burnt

You would not but feel the skin
Anymore within

Because the voice of reason is no friend
What's broken we cannot mend

And all the sorries will do no more good
Ashes left from burnt wood

2 minutes too late -- I'm sorry

Lost Cause

It's a lost cause as I lay beside a rock
Lost in a deserted island, the vultures mock
I roll over belly up trying to entice
It was just not worth it, this life
The snores from the caves bellow
It is I, the unfortunate fellow

Because they don't want you
You're not good enough too
Neglected and left all alone
Soul sapped and dried to the bone
Because he doesn't understand or listens
Maybe one day the tide will turn

This land a shadow of its once glory
Each man has his own tale - his own story
The bellowing of wind only get louder
Deep within it makes me ponder
That this is a lost battle, a lost cause
I'll just leave it to another coin toss

Because things have changed unlike the past
Perhaps it was I the fool who think it'll last
Tarry for a second - all this so transcient
Thin and fragile like sheets of aluminium
The winds blow the leaves away
But I'll do my raking another day

He tosses and turns all the while unalarmed
While in my mind the thoughts swarm
To another place in the distant future
Perhaps where men were born with 24 ears
Each for an hour to listen to our nothings
Then that day there will be no loss of wedding rings

Torn

Torn - what a pretty word that trickles
Off the tongue, like honey suckles
But in reality, its being pulled apart
By unseen forces, they tear and cut

One's already in the glass jar
The other dangling below the bar
In the same vein one's struggle
Is another one's gain

I stare beyond the ceiling
Beyond the tears of porcelain
Because being torn is much more than
Grinding boulders to finely grained sand

How do I lift you up in my too small palm
As the undertaker carries you off to embalm
Your lifeless body in the cold cold room
To feel guilty it was I that caused your doom

But I'm sorry it's all too late
Call me stupid, silly or fake
Perhaps I'm just loch nest monster
Lost at the bottom of Scotland's lake

I wish I could pull you out
But your dreams all shattered and visions clout
Block out my screams of assistance
To your heart lost in the distance

May you find the happiness you deserve