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Ain't No Love on the StreetTonight again I walk my beat
Nothing seems to be a-changin'
There's no one fresh to meet
No new names for the exchangin'
Run down cars on the sidewalks
Trashcans spilled in the alley light
And there ain't no barks o' dogs
Just the rumblin' o' the city night
By the corner there's a young man
In his hands I see a bloody blade
I don't think he's got a game plan
But he thinks he's got it made
He looks at me and waves me over
Says, "Old man, you ain't seen a thing"
Then he cuffs me on the shoulder
And sends me off like he's the king
I walk away, all stunned and blue
Wasn't like this in my summer's heat
But now just one thing rings true
There ain't no love on the street
Rifles and DoubtsA lifetime away from our home
We sit in hot and freezing dust
In ancient bones, eroding stone
In day, night, twilight and dusk
Twice faster we age in this land
Sand-made wrinkles cover our skin
We so longingly await the command
To shine bright or to flicker and dim
And behold! Up ahead, by the clouds
A star no, a flare has been lit
So we stand, with our rifles and doubts
And so rumbles the earth of our pit
In a heartbeat it envelops completely
Shouts, explosions and death
Oh Reaper, many shall greet thee
Though all hope to draw breath
So we fire and fire and fire
Soon in pyres night shines as day
And bullets become our desire
As we brush the sands away
Then everything ends for me
Sharp senses just dulling to pain
Sergeant, tell my love, my lady
How I fought at El Alamein
Alone in London TownI'm alone in old London-town
Searching for a place to sleep
I was going up, but came down
Now I'm living on the street
My bed's the number twenty-five
From Oxford Circus to Manor Park
Driver shakes me up when we arrive
I get out into the bus stop dark
It's summer but the rain is biting
Got no raincoat, just a plastic bag
Some folks think this is exciting
But truth is this life's a drag
I'll go to the place in the morning
Where they give me coffee white,
Let me out with the same warning:
"Hey, old chap, be safe tonight"
Got an appetite of a lorry driver
Gonna pick some pockets on the train
If I'm lucky I might get a fiver
If not, I'll just land in jail again
This is me, the postman eternal
Shame there's no letters to send
So I just scribble in my journal
Things for no one to comprehend
Scalpels and a Sip of GinBarbed wire and broken bottles
In this goddamn jungle camp
Dead children and twisted bodies
Each time you light your lamp
Bullet-wounds and a busted knee
This ain't no little bar fight
This ain't no boxing on TV
This is life, this jungle night
Helicopters are flying in
Men from southern camps
And I take a sip of gin
Before I light my lamps
Just strips of ripped-up shirt
Cover oozing floods of red
Bloody bullet in the dirt
You! Put this one to bed
My red cross shines tonight
With more blood than dye
Just the scalpel in my sight
I try not to let them die
The Father and the FlockThe Father and the Flock
The bearded Father uttered to the waiting Earth:
"Today you follow me unto a new, fresh world!
Leave the bad behind and you'll ascend to mirth
All your troubles broken - and happiness unfurled"
And followed him, did most, like honest sheep
Followed, for their minds were long asleep
So the bearded Father smiled unto his stock
"Give them salt and to honey they shall flock"
Yet there were those that stayed in this forsaken land
There were those untrusting of a helping hand
And so they watched as livestock herded are
A sight to sigh upon, disturbing and bizarre
So more sheep are bred, from this great herd
And in their ecstasy they turn the wheel of birth
But not a birth of brightness, but a birth of dread
For everything's the same of all that is now said
The sheep's unison "bah" and the death of mind
Portend a time nothing like what is left behind
The white pelts follow, blind, the herder dogs
Their minds alike to that of rotting, lifeless logs
And a sparrow
A Star ExtinguishedA Star Extinguished
( The Old Bard: )
In a world among the stars, unseen
There were many things that might not have been
Knights and gods and sorcerers of old
Deserts hot, meadows mild and Ice Lands cold
And there lived many knights, warriors of might
Who slew their foes without a hint of fright
But that one man was stronger far than any other
To the Gods he dedicated one heroic deed after another
He was loved by the people and held in greatest glory
But yet the Gods kept silent and never listened to his story
So on the fairest evening of the fairest autumn day
He rode into the greatest holy church to have his say
( Onthilion: )
O, mighty Ones of wind, air, earth and water!
Hear the plea of your most loyal knight
Just today I return from your foes slaughter
Am I still not worthy of your hearing rite?
What feat must I perform for you?
To gain a moment of your time
O, greatest Holy Ones, what must I do?
To have your ear at last for mine
I have sacrificed whol
BrughIn the dark depths of the dank castle
Starts the single solitary sound of the silvery notes of a violin
Flowed by the fluid feeling evoked by a flute
In the cavernous hall, filled with chandeliers and bedecked with candles
The Lords and Ladies dance lithely
Their magnificent magics mingling
Interweaving to create interesting, inspiring images
Top hats twirling, tailcoats swirling
Dark dresses of damask dancing.
Along comes Arrogance, alone
He hunts hungrily, high and low
For knowledge he knows he must find
But the result is radically, ridiculously different
From what, from who, from when, from why
All of these pale into a pallid painting in comparison.
He finds what he's lost
Then loses it again
In the blink of an eye
Then he loses
Shaman StrangerHe shared his secrets with the tribe
they all sat intensely around the fire at night
the cold of the air, danced all around them.
Secrets unleashed, summoned demons, reaping realms.
He told them of the plague and the medicines to cure.
They sat around in awe as the stories grew intense.
About demons and monsters, and battles defense.
And the beasts wore souls over their faces.
To bruise their senses over the ages.
They asked of his healings and how he survived.
His responces were vivid, and brought up through life.
Death surrounds vallys and mountains and seas.
Healing the monsters with souls for their beings.
Water from springs, condensed to a vile.
He passed it around to preserve the quiet Nile.
They shared the water and memories fell
from the past to deal water, from the crystalized well.
He rattled his staff to accommodate the tales.
They all sat in silence, as the grace of him fell.
A master of fables, they were all in his grasp.
Like thunder before lighting, in a gallo
Watcher of the NightHe waits in the shadows
Watching and learning
Trying to resist
His unconquerable yearning
An actor of rare disguise
Covering half-truths with unfinished lies
His plans twist and turn
Taking years for fruition
After which he disappears
A forgotten apparition
While lesser men succumb
To the beckoning temptation
He stands regardless
Steadfast by his station
Vigil of the darkness
Watcher of the night
Countless men have tried
To evade his inhuman sight
He is the sum of his fears
For he chooses what he wants to be
He has uncertainties, he has doubts
But is afraid intentionally
He tends the shades of the mighty
And the shadows of the weak
Stifling their deceit
And plugging up the leaks
He watches and learns
Trying to fit in
But he'll soon realize
It's a battle he can't win
The cycle repeats
However hard he fights
But his fate is sealed
As Watcher of the Night
A Challenge to ThanatosYou hear the sneers beneath your laughter,
Like quivering arrows shot in the air.
Your own voice taunts and mocks you,
The living mirror of a lie’s contraire.
Making up excuses just to remain calm,
Soon out of things to make you feel numb.
Go on and hide the scars in the sun,
Your acting skills are second to none.
Every day’s fear swallows you up whole,
Giving birth to yet more doubt in your soul.
As each time is spent with a life on the edge,
You see yourself simply waiting for death.
Constantly at present with tales of the past,
You’re idly staring while others prance.
Where is that heart you wear on your sleeve?
Emotion has left you and oh, does it grieve.
Torn apart by the unknown you so fear,
Where the knight is kept in a little girl’s dream.
Dreading for the day you finally get to breathe,
For now you’re still stuck gasping in your coffin.
Remember though in your deepest of depths,
Exists a single string gliding from the web.
Whispering softly like t
Fire in my VeinsI can feel the fire burning in my veins,
For some reason I can't seem to move past this pain,
Just a simple glimpse of your face makes my heart jump,
The mere thought of you makes my blood pump,
At times I wish that we could go back,
Hit reverse and rewind the track,
But that's something that we can't do,
Because this has changed me and you,
There's too many things that I just don't know,
And we might not have that far to go,
Just like you said, I guess time will tell,
And until then I'll be living in this hell.
CharadeHow much longer must it go on?
This reality of make-believe,
Feels like a scene from a stage-play,
Where failure is long achieved.
What story is planned out now?
What plot is to be carried out?
Amusing how you're not tired,
Spewing out the same old lines.
Do you think we have an audience?
To render warm applause?
The seats are cold and empty,
Overlapping dust of folly.
We're but puppets to a string.
Made to move with no accord.
I see there is no puppeteer,
But this fantasy you dwell on.
How long will you remain asleep?
To the laughter of the sinister?
Or are you relieved somehow,
Of the meager joy you render?
Is the climax done I wonder?
Will the curtains ever be drawn?
Is this even tragedy or comedy?
Or just some tune to a sadist's song?
By all means rush to the finale,
Be one with the pointless jabberwocky.
Sing your threats with one voice less,
I knew I wasn't cut out for this.
A HAUNTED PLACEBeyond the silhouette of my mind undone,
far beyond the skeletons of undead things
that wait for the unaware to draw near,
there lies another world, a haunted place
that bleeds in me, I can feel it dripping
blood a thousand shades of Darkness,
I can feel it scattering far and further
inside words scarlet extreme, it tells me
not to get lost to the corrosion of Yesterday
as it whispers tick tock...your life is
trickling away, through my splayed fingers
my blood drips, keeping time to the pendulum
that ticks in me, but I hear a crunching
beneath my feet...I look down and see that
I am standing on a pile of pulverized bones
and caramelized poems, I try to scream but
there's only Silence, oh where am I?
Where is my halcyon voice? Why am I here?
Lost to the sighs of Memory, losing the
melody that once bound me to Eternity...
I feel some unseen phantom fingers untie the
lacings of my mind, through the sieve of my
gothic glamour I fall far from the Light,
into a haunted place where the dead l
Celtic Harp!Look to hollow, moss grows green
There stands harp that's never seen
Strings vibrate, luminous glow
Waiting for Harpist, twilight show.
Sleek Magpie loves shinning things
Runs its beak along strings
Glorious music fills glade
Played with zest for fairy maids.
Dancing dainty jig this night
Make no noise, they will take flight
High on toes with fluttering wings
Trilling voices, happily sing.
Moments fleeting, soon will end
To fairy homes dancers wend
Illusion over this moonlit night
Celtic harp removed from sight.
Neutron StarBeacon in the hollow dark
For ancient travelers of space
Once lit with a great birth spark
Now shines like emptiness' face
Many worlds she's seen arising
And many of them burn and fall
But without loving or despising,
Her light she gave to one and all
But then came a day of mighty fire!
Though cool inside, a light explodes
Out of nothing, arises a great pyre
As a Phoenix from a burning globe
This fresh inferno shortly lives
But all may witness from afar
How the galactic power gives
To Universe, a Neutron Star
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