It Hurts
The door closes. I know it is you Just know it It hurts You’re there but not there Can’t touch Can’t hold Can’t cuddle Can’t kiss your ear Can’t move your hair Can’t hold you close Can’t say how much I feel thee Can’t
30 September, 2013
I Am More Than
I am more than an employee I am more than a servant I am more than an image I am more than an engineer I am more than a thinker I am more than a husband I am more than a lover I am more than a father I am more than a man I am more than a human I am more than a spirt I am my self
To Go With Or Without
A fork, life’s path, in front paths, no sign the decision both burdoned companion, heavly burdoned to go together to go separate blind folded or with open eyes
Anchored
Injustice, done Pain, etched deep Scar, from space to sea Anchored Anchored to a moment Anchored to a name Anchored to a place Anchored to a million souls Anchored to a possibility Anchored to the event horizon Anchored to a pledge Anchored Of no return
Exam
God, I walked into an exam today, And sat myself in a sunny bay, Got my pens out and got ready for work, And all I could think of… was you. I saw a question on the paper in front, It really was a hell of a bad one. I tried to push through the clutter of my mind, And all that I could find, Were the memories of you.
Jacob
There was this mouse called Jacob. And he lived there with neighbours, Who were mice haters, Called cats, And he lived there with a mole, Named plain Johnny O’Coal, In a small little hole, In the hall. It was nearly bonfire night, And they thought they’d have a bite, But first they’d have to fight, With the cats. They loaded themselves up with rockets, And put them in their pockets, And marched out through the front door.
Walking
Walking through a crowded street, See a girl I’d love to meet, Walk up to her and touch her hand, Hope that she will understand That I love her.
Race
What’s the point in bringing the doctor in here, What’s the point in showing that tear, You smile when it’s funny, the theme is your charm You look very settled and calm. Where’s the end if we can’t find a place to begin, Are you always looking for sin? Where’s the money, I’ve done what you wanted and said, Where’s the need for my place in the race up ahead?