|The only thing that stays the same is: Everything changes|
Goodbye without saying a word remains goodbye......
Past half past ten.
How my body can be so empty and my head be so full.
I don't understand at all.
I'm not well and I'm feeling a fool.
And I haven't the strength to call.
Dear Drew, Lettrs staff & readers of my writing
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You are not but a ghost.
It is time for you to rest.
The hour has past when you could wait behind any door ready to strike fear into my day, or howl all night from under my pillow.
As with a vengeance you cling, screaming for your pains to be heard, your power has faded and with ease disregarded. Like morning wind.
You haunt me no longer.
There is nothing of reality in you.
I have but the briefest of a gaze at your shape, your face holds no detail.
What was then is not what is now.
2pm Christmas day.
All the dinner on the table.
Whilst fetching the gravy boat and a juice bottle for the baby.
She would slip on a toy car and receive a fatal blow to the head from a radiator.
He would be run over by a passing car as she was placed in the ambulance breaking his neck.
Their three children, with a neighbour in the doorway, would look on with incredulous terror wishing in tears as strangers come and go.
Tell me about your problems
Shit on the walls
Shit on the floors
Shit on the windows
Shit on the doors
Shit on the handles
Shit on the stairs
Shit on the tables
Shit on the chairs
Shit in the shower
Shit in the sinks
Shit in the toilet
And that shit stinks
Shit in the bed
Shit in the closet
There ain't much around kids
Without shit on it.
Shit and more shit
All over the place
And they just stand there smiling
With shit on their face
Alone I write
The hour is late
Half a lifetime has passed and I feel no safer than when I were a younger man
All the mistakes I've made visit me now in this midlife, as if a taxcollector that would cross my threshold without so much as a knock of the door demanding payment
None so great as those of love
It is said that only the good die young. If this is to be so, I feel I may be around long enough to concern the mountains
The medals of my accomplishments are indeed grand, some shining brightly, but they do not hold equal weight with that of the loss of the fallen
With memories pinned to my chest and the rusted clockwork of my mind, I strive to sculpture possib...
You want it?
You got it.
Whatever you need
If it's there
And you find it
Then tuck in with greed
You're welcome to all
you can have it
Holding onto that stuff
Was my very worst habit.
It's all yours
I've opened the doors
So scoffers can scoff.
I'm willing and ready
To empty out me
You want it?
You got it
Just grab what you like
Whatever you see
I'm done with it all
It was there
Filled with plausibility
Then a crack
Within an action
The world fell violently
There's no more time
The air has gone
Not a leaf on any tree
Backs will turn
When hands reach out
To eyes that no longer see
I walked into a room today
And found a good man had gone away
All he had was just one day
How grateful for that he was
He was short but he stood tall
Man he definitely done it all
Now and then I would give him a call
And I'll never forget because
I met him in his reality
I remember things he would say to me
As he sat in a chair so comfortably
A chair that he had earned
He'd sit and talk about his day
In a grateful happy friendly way
Always knowing he was there to stay
With all the things that he had learned
An old man of twenty years or more
Who remembered walking through the door
He knew what he had done it for
It was the best that he could do
With a cookie and a cup of...
I'm angry with you
But I am you and I'm angry too
I'm angry with you
All the things that you do
I'm angry with him
I feel the same
He is the one that deserves the blame
It cannot be me
He's angry with us?
About all this fuss
How dare he be so angry with me
It cannot be me
I'm angry at you
What now did I do?
It's them I say
With that telling off way
Angry with us day after day
You're angry with me, I'm angry at you
What's wrong with all of the things I do?
I've watched and seen you do them too
It's you not me
Quite possibly, I think you'll find
You may have gone and lost your mind
But I am you and I am sane...
C: I'm Claudette, very pleased to meet you
D: Dolores, or Doll Baby or Doll for short
C: Oh.... Which do you prefer?
D: Doll is fine
C: Then I shall call you Doll
C: I can see why Daniel was taken by you
C: Hey Doll Baby is one of the Songs he likes
C: Yes indeed
C: He's kind of poetic like that
D: Right... I was kinda getting that idea with some of the stuff we play. He sings so sad
C: Oh Doll no... Well yes but... He's just introducing himself to you. You see... Daniel likes to remember and basically he is just giving you his story from the beginning
D: Ok. So he had a sad beginning?
C: I think that might be a topic for the two of you. I wo...
The one thing that hurts the most is thinking or saying to myself....
I should have known better
Just you play your little song Sam
And she might just come along Sam
You been thinking about to go
Cos your feeling kinda low
With your head deep in the sand
Don't you still your jumping hand
Or else she may not hear you call
Don't allow yourself to frown Sam
Your guitar never let you down Sam
Run your hands across the strings
Singing what the music brings
Ya gotta keep it nice and tight
Play all through the day and night
And then she may just hear you call
Now there's nobody around Sam
Ain't no-one to hear your sound Sam
So you got up out your chair
Ain't no point in staying there
Laid your guitar on the floor
Just as a knocking at the door
She said I think I heard ...
I'm looking for that Lonely Street
Maybe I'll meet Patsy Cline there
I'd like that very much
I could say I Love her
But you would need to be specific when asking me that question
I love looking at her
I love sizing up how I'm going to take her down and have my way with her body
I love the moment of her awareness when she finds need for defence and in the same moment realising she has none
I love the look of concern on her face as she lowers to her knees
I love the sound of her choking, heaving and breathing while I stretch and smile at my play
I love listening for the sound of water when she's gone to far and the colour of her face right before the look of resignation into readiness
I love pulling her hair and forcing her down, dragging her to the most suitable place of my...
Everyone has forgotten...
I've had a long time to plan this.
I know you so well.
Such a creature of habit ain't ya.
You won't be the same tomorrow, that's for sure.
You are gonna learn your lesson today.
And it's going to hurt.
I can hear you snoring.
Oh My, you didn't look the door
LITTLE PIG, LITTLE PIG
OH WON'T YOU LET ME IN
I live through life collecting scars
While my dreams reside among the stars
Searching for a home I'll never find
Seeking others of my kind
Instead I find I walk away
From all the comfort of yesterday
Incredulous at the place I'm in
Burnt by lust and cut by sin
Pain is but a chain to bare
Desensitized and losing care
My memories becoming rotten
A smile or laugh long forgotten
I guess at life I'm bound to lose
Through all the different ways I choose
One thing I will before I die
Is say I Love You
Sometimes it's better not to seek
Remain still and silent
When your moment draws closer
All my true friends are dead.
They have been for many years now.
I have often, or I should say mostly, thought only of the good times and the solidarity of being in our group instead of the manner in which they died.
I am one of two that made it over the age of thirty.
We traded our lives for each other on a daily basis for the security that someone was always at our backs no matter what.
I miss that.
I heard a long forgotten song the other day that brought my world crashing down in front of me.
I think it all finally hit home....
I'll never see them again.
I've been running around it seems, trying to find that purity elsewhere in life. In some cases I believed that I had but ...
Scream in agony for the loss you yourself manufactured.
You may hear but can never listen
Fall into the category of the near forgotten
I class thee a fool for your attempts at anger
See if your own wrath will aid you, or eat you alive without mercy
The interpretation of words is your specialty
Then nothing but a ringing in the ears alongside immortal confusion
Whistle, sing, shout and lie just to convince yourself that you were right all along
Deluded are you to think of my death
The Reaper knows not where to carry me, nor does he want to
You, acutely aware that I spare you, will fight any lesser persons to try and persuade me of your power
You have none of any not...
AM I THE FOOL
Why do I get hurt so much?
I find beauty in every touch
A look, a smile, a laugh & such
Why oh why do I hurt so much?
Every time I find a lie
It's like my heart begins to die
I should just shake my head and sigh
Instead my soul just runs to cry
I've been in this place before
It's me that will open the door
Head first I'm knocked down to the floor
And yet I still return for more
I wish so much just to be free
To live in peace with others and me
But it seems that is not meant to be
At least not as far as I can see
I guess I don't know another way
Than to live, love and survive the day
Hoping everything will be ok
Knowing that I will always say
Why do ...
He holds my hand
It feels so right
We don't argue and we never fight
We talk for ages and it's so nice
We're busy loving out our lives
So now what?
I'll confess my arrogance.
These rocks seemed to be behind me most of the way, now it looks as if they were my intended destination.
My injuries are not healing, my thinking is consumed by a fog I acquired from a storm many days back and my courage to continue wavers for I fear I may lack the will to stand.
I still have weaponry but I lack armour.
Previous encounters have thrust at my defences so vigorously I am lucky to have the rags I wear.
As for my offensive arsenal, I carry a whole sack of demolition charges and one small but sharp knife.
Many times have I contemplated a quick shot to the throat with that little blade, with a sharp pull to be certain, kill the man tha...
Lost in a smokey haze
I look to my hands but there is no rope
A quick breath as a low flying memory tries to cut me
Suffocating becomes my primary concern
And then a wish
Never again is the razor I use
So sharp it can cut a man's soul
Bandaged in I'm Sorry
Still blood can always be seen through
Sounds alert me to attention but why I do not know
I suppose something can be said about keeping silent
Seems yesterday was tomorrow
The Joy forgot the words and nobody really sang
The plan is the right way to go
The ploy of heartbeats foil anyone's idea of sliding under
Until it is time
Will they be ok?
Isn't that the real fear of death?
We won't know when w...
Grab a hold
Take two steps and you're flying.
Run and you hit the ground hard.
Stare as long as you dare at your reflection, you will not see reality.
Working hard to find restlessness?
There are three choices:
Think of everything and do nothing.
Do it all and lose your mind.
Try not to break your heart.
Beauty is a venomous serpent.
Ask yourself about God