Beneath the moonlit sky
No train. Standing in the rain. Fatality, we're told. Met his fate. Shame about the rain.
Her green glances gorge on mellow delight
Endulgant and impatient with quick eyes
Snatching strokes of waxy flesh
Am I a shadow of my former self,
or a form yet to fill the deepest shadows of my prime?
Am I dreaming, yet to wake,
and break the membrane of perceived sentience?
But never appreciate me...
I work for you
I slave for you
I die for you
My only recourse
I am a leaf.
I’m that leaf on the tree outside the garden gate, yes that’s me.
Planning my future because I was asked;
Held in place by a finger, frame.
Once upon a time, a King, called King Humboldt, told his daughter Katarina that she must marry a very unattractive prince.
Within love’s land, though I may be a stranger
and cannot tell what sorrows, there, may hide
for you, my love, I’d put my heart in danger;
for you such risk is surely justified.
This still needs some work on it, but I thought I'd whack it on here anyway!
when you sit on the sideline
of life watching the world go by
how I made Davy Moyes look good. (part 1)
Politics are parlour tricks;
the fight has already been fixed;
no matter who the people choose,
the rich will win; the poor will lose.
They only make a mockery