Does anyone think this is easy?
can anyone else sense the fear?
is there someone out there who can
lend me a hand
and get me the hell out of here?

It was the best of times
it was the worst of times
it was never a good time to lose my mind
I find delaying the inevitable only buys you time
Plagerize my lexicon
You are the choosen one

Tears of Saint Lawrence

The tears of Saint Lawrence fall by the hour
Fall from the cosmos as our good saint weeps
Silently for us through those smoky nights
When hope seems but a burning mockery

The tears of Saint Lawrence remind us of
Certain promises made in the long-ago
That all would be well, and rainbows and rain
And refreshing streams are all part of them

The tears of Saint Lawrence fall, gently fall
As if our dreams were being baptized too

My words are like smoke
Tendrils of murk branching out
Disintegrating at my touch
I try to grasp them, each and every one
Forge them into weapons to slay the world
Carving truths into skin, deforming souls
But they slink away and leave me hollow
Like wild beasts, they can't be tamed
Shoved into little boxes of rhythms and rhymes
They fear me as much as I fear them

Maybe the trick is to sit and wait,
Let the fog consume me
Use me, forge me, I beg you
Make a weapon out of me
Scar me with your truths, warp my soul
Dig your claws in and pull my strings
Rip me apart, if you must

Whatever it takes
I surrender.

She brushes my lips with her lips
and slips her hand into mine
then she whispers that magic in my ears
and I'm hers 'til the end of all time.

At the end
there's a long line waiting
for the loves that have passed
on the way
but the end's never reached
until all time has ceased
and that won't be happening
today.

cracking on leakers
subpoenas for media --
let the games begin

© 2017

If I should see the sunset soon
My life drawn to a close
There's little I would fret about
As far as my past goes.
No place or plot unwrought would I
Dare look back on with dread
I'd fill my final thoughts on earth
With your sweet face instead.

No earthly woe or unsung verse
Could burden me on death.
Rather I would speak your name
Even with my last breath
Such ending would befit my life
When my time here is through
No better way to wrap it up
Than rapt in thoughts of you.

Shaking to **** in my suit and tie
Smoking cigarettes to make the time pass by
Hungover to hell in uncomfortable clothes
A job interview; yes it's one of those

I walk in shake hands, make eye contact
Tell them about myself, this and  that
Soon the awkward questions start
Beneath my ironed shirt I can feel my heart
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Why do I put myself in these situations
It's not like I'm bothered about an occupation
Sitting smoking cigarettes and reading books
Noting down in rhyme my outlook
Keeps me happy more or less
No need for any of this trauma or stress
Money ? Sure I could do with more
But when I think about it, what for ?
I'd only start to drink to excess
And that's no route to happiness
Or the palace of wisdom, but I digress
And drugs turn your life into an unholy mess
So is it better if I don't try
Just sit and watch as life goes by
Making notes on it now and then
When I feel the urge to grasp my pen
Only too well I understand
The sorrows of a working man
If I don't work is it a life unspent?
And when it's gone, what had it meant ?
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So I shake their hands and take my leave
Wait for the phone call I'm supposed to receive
That is going to tell me how
I'll be spending my life from now