You were there..
We were there,
When the others
Came to watch
The floating pig
Move across,
The puzzle piece sky
While some may live
Those others
Have what chains
They born in life
And there,we stood
In synthesized light
Moving the button
To madness machine
Leaving just a memory
To us
Or to them
There are questions
These are cigars

By the back gates
Near the parking lot
Where the homeless
Are seen
There's a space there
That's reserved
for me
I'm kinda famous
At least here
Where the wineos
Drink their beer
A pimps office
Behind  the laundry mat
I can be seen
Standing apart
From the riff raff
And the bruisers
I got my spot
From stepping up
This is where
I planted
My buttercup

While riding  to loch Driscoll
Upon my faithful  ***
I came upon three calvary men
Who demand of me a tax
I pulled my trusted claymore
And my pistol capped
The devil take your souls and the copper coin to match
I took the bounty chest rightly full of gold
I yelled to the devil
Here comes three more for your hole
Shalah  hey Heidi do ** de oh
Life as a highwayman
Life as a highwayman
I buried half me treasure
And the other half is gone
Perhaps  the ****** that earned it
Will help the minstrel  sing my song

Shadey hey hey do oh
Life of a highwayman
Life  of  a  highwayman

I took the remaining treasure
And arranged passage on a
Ship
I would tame America with
The claymore  on my hip

Life of  a  highwayman
Life  of a highwayman

Is there a difference  between seventy  and two hundred?
Does a man accomplish  more  with a sick body and addled mind
Old like a tortoise or
methuselah  from biblical times
Does he seek destiny  in a cup of tea
Hoping for a spark
To see
And and and
Time moveth along
How long in the tooth or
Deep in the bone
To  the marrow ?
The crushing of the soul
How many stacked?

Bodies are  totalled ?
How many have passed..
Besides
My mother and father
Who will remember?
Who is there to recall
The endless tasks and
Hours
Like stacked bricks
In a wall
Time may not be the  villain
Procrastination
And things taken for granted
I will walk upon  the soil
When this earth is a dark dead planet

The drink is poured
Once more I drought deep
The swill does not quench my thirst
For thirst I do not seek
As the liquid goes to the darkness
Of my gullet
I ask for another pour
And think
nothing of it
For bottomless now the cup
And for sustenance 
I need not sup
For once the mull has taken hold
I slip ever so slightly into that hole
Newer was the light that the drink at first stirred up
And now the quest  for such brilliance I have not saught
Hope slips effortlessly
Away from me
As I look about expecting to be
Pointed out
And called drunkard..liar
Weakest man around
But in this place there is not one
Who can be found
To lift his head higher from
His cup
His shame
His misery
No man to stop him
No woman to turn his hand
Only himself
And himself to blame
But blame is fruitless
And the spirits are cheap
Another round is needed
And this leads to sleep
And dreams are distorted as is the
Truth..
Especially when
guzzling gin and vermouth.

I can fly higher than
A sycamore tree
I can see further
Than
An eagle
high, On wing
I can smell the musty Garm
 that treads on Heavy paws
I can hear the
Tip tap
of
It's claws
I feel the shadow
Drift across my Grave
I see the blind begger
Shake his cup
His eyes sunken
Shriveled up
I can taste the

Sweet mixture
Of
Young virgins full of lust
Picking fruit
For the harvest
I feel hope slip
I feel a tear fall
Upon my lips
Salty
Yet pure
Enough to stop
Me feeling
Ashamed
For my senses
Are heighten
And I can receive
The message On high As high as
The sycamore tree.

Surrounded, before the charge

Hope slips

And the guns barrage

Fires at our flanks.



Retreat is not an option

The horn signal has not

,,,,,gone

Two

blows

The Sergeant rides behind us.

We can feel the breath

of our

foes.

Blood is in the river, onto the banks

It goes.

Bullets pass by like angry bee’s

And my bunk mate feels the sting

His mouth opens wide as if yawning

His spirit leaves before

the scream

the river runs red, and flows like open

veins,

I must stop looking behind me,

For the enemy does nothing ,,

But gains.



The goal is in sight

I’m one of the few

To reach

the villains lair

I don’t hear the weapon fire

I drop into the river



As I float I begin to drift

And I

Melt away

In the crimson water.