copyright/all rights reserved Joe Fogg 2011
Before supper I have to go and end it,
He's tall with brown eyes and curly hair,
Halfway through the day you stare at me
A solemn silence in the thick cold air,
He's got olive tan skin, below the lips a scar,
Just at the chin sharp as one who's fallen,
Somewhere below sub-par, not too far,
He's a born fool, I made myself the victim,
At best he must just be a beady eyed guy,
Now he just stares up at the colorful sky,
Things could have been groovy but why,
Why oh why do I have too much time?
He always wants to have more,
I live for you, he's born to wine,
Time for parting so close the door.
...and I've got to end it, although I've lived alone,
He's the only person I've really ever known,
The only one here in this blank walled room,
If I have to I will make sure it's done soon,
The time has come to bid them adieu,
I've known him all of my life until this afternoon...
PARTING - A LAMENT FROM SAD OLD EDNA
Parting is such dulcet sorrow;
My lonely heart weeps at eternal separation.
Now you are gone from me
The world is cold and empty
And a veil covers my bitter tears.
To lose my lover, my friend,
My partner through life's sad
And pointless journey...
My very soul is rent asunder and
Cast shattered on the wind.
But let me cease my whingeing!
Upon due reflection this is but
The stuff of which cheap sentiment is composed.
As far as I'm concerned you can FUCK off
And no regrets, you stinking bastard.
Parting, bittersweet memories of lonesome days; different paths going opposite ways, we drop interlaced fingers to our sides, looking over our shoulders, you let go with time. I hope she makes your world beautiful as you've desired & submits to your every whim as she loves your fire. My wish: she is your comfort, your hope and your world, as she fills the empty void left by this girl.
He. Dear, I must be gone
While night Shuts the eyes
Of the household spies;
That song announces dawn.
She. No, night's bird and love's
Bids all true lovers rest,
While his loud song reproves
The murderous stealth of day.
He. Daylight already flies
From mountain crest to crest
She. That light is from the moon.
He. That bird...
She. Let him sing on,
I offer to love's play
My dark declivities.
Friends, Brothers, bid me farewell.
Good bye allow me to depart.
As gentle streams we had come together.
Flown for a time like a mighty river.
Taking up rocks of experience
converting them to pebbles of joy.
On the sill I leave the keys to my door.
I leave the room to you.
In return, i only ask for a smile.
Your acceptance, the key to run the remaining mile.
White light has entered the prism.
Reminding our doodles of dark sarcasm.
I have received more than i could give.
Keeping aside what i deserve, Please forgive.
Golden memories, I shall not bury
They travel along on a ferry
Rivers part before reaching the sea
Seeds get dispersed from the mother tree
(so let it be)
you all shall linger on have some fun.
Remember when you too reach the sea we shall be one