Keen Musician, Songwriter & Poet.
Another chapter closes as I'm putting down the pen. Will I pick it up again. Only god knows where and when. It's takes time, but i'll get there in the end.
Down comes the rain on a typical day in the life, Of a man who's betrayed by the way he's portrayed in his mind. It reveals that he feels something real deep down inside.
Unpack your bags I beg you please. Dragging you back while on my knees. Tis better to have loved and lost. But I never knew how much that cost. The sun stood guard on my desire.
Always jumping for the highest apple on the tree and ignoring the ones that fall at my feet..
Yesterday at sunrise, I vaguely opened up my eyes to find the space in which she layed was going cold.
Could a fire burn through the cold. Would a young voice sing for the old. Can a sound be seen through an eye. Or a truth be found in a lie. Could bravery rise from the fled.
Ten, a time is coming when. Nine, the planets all align. Eight, and this will seal our fate. Seven, as we look to heaven. Six, the world we be transfixed. Five, but no one will survive.
I'm missing you a little bit. But I miss just a little bit more,. Than I let on. I'll admit it a little bit. Because I've hid it a little bit for,. Far too long. And though I may have lied.
Life is no rehearsal it's a one night only show. Save the best seats in the house for the people that you know..
I won't stop, Until I'm unstoppable..
Hello there it's me again, That voice you can't control. The one that tells you straight, To ease the burning in your soul. I can't believe that now, After everything I said.
She may pretend that she's so cool, but she fools noone. And she can bend all the rules 'cause she ain't got none. She makes, my head ache so I won't forget her.
You made a grave mistake, When you sold yourself so cheap. You made a silent promise. One you failed to keep. And so you made yourself, A spectacle of love.
You Glisten in the distance But you're never on your own And It isn't my persistence Thats ever left unknown I listen to resistance Coming from the other side And it hits me in the system as our...
I like drinking, drinking's my friend. And maybe one day, it'll be the end of me. And I'm thinking, "maybe that's true" But drinking's a thing, I'm always gonna do. I like drinking, it's pretty cool.
I want to be a pilot and sever the sky. I want to be a stuntman and never say die. I want to be a cowboy and ride a white horse. I want to be a racer and drive the right course.
You feel you've created them. All the lies you despise and deny as you're trying to comprehend. Then you'll drink your weight again, And pray it will take you away to a place where you can pretend.
Welcome to the nanny nation, The age of doom and gloom. Cacoon your kids in bubble wrap, And look them in their room. So many lives of children now, Are ended by the knife.
I'm a projector, that's all I am. The picture you see, is simply a scam. The voice that you hear, is put on for show The true man I fear, was lost long ago.
Too many times I've realised, that I have been a fool. When writing rhymes I'm criticised, For bending all the rules. My commas and apostrophes, Are all in the wrong place.
I want you to be proud, Say you love me out loud, Part all the clouds that are shrouding me now. Plough through the crowd and shout all that you vowed. And I want it all now. Do it now. Do it now..
A sight so eery, drunk and weary i'm peering, at this mysterious being upon the ceiling. A dreary feeling, as it's nearing I'm fearing, the people near me won't hear it when I am screaming..
You can hold yourself accountable for all that you have done. Stand and face the music while the others cut and run. Put your back against the wall and give someone else the gun.
Go ahead shout all you want, Your voice will not be heard. Scream until your larynx bleeds, I still won't hear a word. Your hollowed out apologies, will echo through the air.
It makes no difference how good you are at putting things back together...the last piece is always missing..
Why has a clock no expressions on its face. If red was a fruit, how would it taste. When a blade of grass can't cut, And a jaw cannot lock shut, This is truly a backward place.
*for a limited period only..
...always greener on the other side, then I will now only view my lawn from my neighbour's garden..