My Life, My Past
My life, my past, is always there
Whilst the mirror awaits I see it stare
It's haunted me daily for many years
How do I escape these infernal fears
Medication, sedation captures my mind
I'm finding myself of a different kind
I'm now in life's circle where do I turn
Internally captured internally I burn
My life, my past, has always been there
I've opened life's door, I find one who cares
The Beating of Me
Please take a scalpel, I'll understand
And make your incision with either hand
Pull back my skin no intrusion is met
Tell me what you see does it sit well set
My flesh, like curtains now open I show
The beating of me my inner glow
This is how I feel since the day we first met
For as long as I live I'll never regret
Distance is relative to birds on the wing
Harmony is theirs as long as they sing
When their song is now silenced, decisions made
New memories are lived, but they eventually fade
If All I Did
If all I did, was make you feel wanted
Then why do I feel as if I am being haunted
Day after day, night after night
I was there for you within your sight
Then our lives start to look after themselves
You live your liberty whilst I stay on the shelf
Then my life changes and freedom comes my way
Where were you last night is all I hear you say
Jealousy kicks in with an anger that follows
The hidden you I find so hard to swallow
Vindictive is your attitude that beggars belief
Your not there in my peripheral, now that's a relief
Me, well I'm just me and grudges I do not bare
If all I did, was to make you feel wanted, I now don't care
Burning Bridges
Today in my life and it's peripheral view
Through my tired weary eyes, do I see it as true
Trials and tribulations on it's hour to hour life
I'm just a shadow of whom I was, entering into strife
The past and it's darkness has taken it's percentage toll
As it leaves me in clawing nowhere, feasting on it's goal
A light that I had seen appear, was just a glowworm in the mist
Yet all through my bleak, the shadows of my past persist
I'm reaching out to nothing, even I know it's not there
Whilst internally they laugh at me, knowing that they don't care
Although my eyes now tired, they allow me, I to know
And be rid of this hour to hour life, I'm tired I have to go
Looking at the Moon
Alba, remember, but will you remember me
Be where I can see you, but me you will not see
For I have been finally, driven underground
Returned to where I came, to die without a sound
And all because one day, in the month of February
An Aura appeared to me, my eyes caressed to see
Amidst these living days in absorbency two became
No culture, just our pasts, no one was too blame
In our living lives we choked, in throw ejected we
Poisoned absorbency bled, as we look around and see
In decision midst we're lost, to be answered soon
Alba, remember, but will you remember us
Looking at the moon.
" Many thanks Mr Tony Carey for the inspiration through your track title "
Entangled
Barely out of her teens, just seventeen
To be like the rest, she has to be seen
Peer power, to be amidst, life's pressure shows
Her hunger to be accepted, internally grows
Dark corners she turns into an unseen abyss
Becomes a parents nightmare, she's still in wish
No matter their words to allure her to family life
Peer power, she's amidst, deeper in strife
From alcohol to drugs to sleeping around
What becomes of ones daughter, so quiet and sound
Then came the day, but does their nightmare end
Their daughter so precious, into darkness descend
Peer power has taken, entangled she has become
No longer is she amidst, her blood no longer runs
Bravado, call it what you like, was a bridge to far
Peer power, now just forgotten, a momentary star
Seven Blank Tiles Speak
If I had seven free tiles
I know the word I would make
And when you know my word
We need it for earth's sake
The word that I have chosen
Chowa is what it means to me
It's what will reunite us all
The word is simply harmony
Killing Yourself to Live
As our today's go into tomorrow are they all that they seem
Why does life become so in this living reality dream
Pressures, fissures of souls infiltrated
Did it show on our birth scan that our life's perforated
Did we sense our peripheral as we entered life's room
In no way did we imagine that we're from the womb to the tomb
Are all our in-betweens all that we must achieve
For day to day is a door we must enter if we're surely to breathe
In each gasp we take allows us to be as free as can be
Thankfully for senses that hind-sights not to see
The fortunate in us are the ones who can look back
And deliver what's true, whilst so many did lack
As our today's go into tomorrow are they all that they seem
Why does life become such in this living reality scream
Sleeping on the Sidewalk
Many days we walk past, never realising as to who he is
Whilst many of us live in comfort ignoring their poorly bliss
Do some of us even glance to these silhouhettes in doorway lie
I wonder do we even absorb, and to even ask them why
Do we ever stop and wonder as to why they have become as such
Was it family circumstances, or has existing become too much
I, I have to admit, are one who has passed them by
As I grow older, more learned and wiser, I now ask myself why
Through My Eyes
I have lived this world nigh on fifty years
But day after day, through my eyes I see are fears
The fears are upon my shoulders, they encompass me
If we all looked through my eyes it's not difficult to see
The fear of our planet dying, the present don't seem to care
Through my eyes I see, in desperation stare
Species that abound around us, are entitled like us to thrive
Yet day after day, through my eyes they struggle to survive
Then there are us, intelligent we are assumed to be
Not through my eyes, I still see us in their trees
Once I Was
Darkening clouds approach, pending consume
Existing days appear less
I'm outside, once inside
River Deep, Mountain High
How do we ever know whom we've come to know
All we see is their periphery, externally on show
But what resides from within, can be River Deep, Mountain High
With levels we can't seem to count, internally they cry
Internally they cry, into a world we can't comprehend
It's no wonder they appear like this, if me, I'd be round the bend
One minute their world seems so right, suddenly a darkness descends
All it took was explainable, but a different signal they send
A different signal they send, yet it's receiver appears to know
What was there originally no longer appears to show
Just like a pendulum swinging, to the left and to the right
No middle happy medium, for when it stops out goes their light
When it stops out goes their light, and a darkness descends
Maybe it's what they had become, driven round the bend
Whilst the Clock Ticks
Whilst the clock ticks, appear memories of her past
For three faces she owns, which would be the one that lasts
Would it be the one from old, or the one from her recent past
For three faces she owns, which would be the one that lasts
Many words were shared, to the future forget the past
For three faces she owns, which would be the one that lasts
Whilst the clock ticks, reality now met her past
For three faces she owned, it's the older one that lasts
Hugs That We Once Shared
Hugs that we once shared, lasted just a glimpse in time
If only I could read her mind, and imagine what I'd find
Would I find a woman of truth, or a woman of trust
Or a woman with a mind, whose mind has turned to rust
To drift into anothers world, and promise them the earth
Hugs that we once shared, does it really make them worth
They only lasted a glimpse of time, happened they never should
If I could turn back time, your damn right I would
Collapse
On my knees in my bedroom, surrounded by
Emotions too strong, no wonder I cry
We had only just met, a few months ago
I gave unto he, as he internally showed
Week by week, my heart captured by he
We even carved our names, in the park on a tree
He told me he loved me, so captured I was
I gave unto he, as he externally pawed
Naive, but so young, my life went with the flow
My heart in know, in excitement pump I'd grow
I'm fourteen years old, I'm not really me
But inside I carry his child, who one day will be free
Compact Pact
What I am writing about, is a simple four letter word
It's a word that's rarely used, in life or in daily homes
The reasoning behind this word, is too never to let it roam
This word that I've been invited to write about
It's so invisible that we rarely do see
But this word so resonates, in peripheral, it surrounds thee
Please now open ones eyes, be compact and tell
For the word I describe is pact, used correctly, this word works well