He called me again today
He was there in his cape
Scythe over shoulder, no real shape
Tricked me to join him in his eternal game
Wanted only me tonight, almost had me as well
He offered me Jack Daniel's, so I didn't feel the cold
Didn't feel the waves as his grasp took hold
He offered me his hand and I'd never grow old
Would end all the pain and let this life go
No light did I see no valhala or heaven
Just darkness and cold as I walked in his steps
Then before I had passed my face was on fire
A dog licking my cheeks, frenzied she barked
If not for her my rescue dog
I'd be gone from this earth and of its pain
She returned the favour to live today.

I have always wanted to reveal my parts to you.
The ones that outline the framework of a work in progress.
This hopeful woman that yearns for compassion to her passion.
A want of understanding but understanding that, just the wanting to, is enough.

I can't show you the photos in my mind to connect you to my stories.
So I'll have to settle with painting fragrant pictures with my words.
Using my tongue to splash the sunset of August across the wonder of my childhood.
Pulling my lips wide and bright walking you through the many moments of my self discoveries.
Eyes of sorrow emulating deep winter rains of learning life the hard way.
Plucking the air with fingers that have raged and comforted, that have fought and prayed.
This ballet of language from my body
can lead you through the was and where of what is here and now.

Although, like photos that have been neatly arranged to progress a lifetime,
the learning of this person I am will still be a too dimensional saga.
Unless the tools which I've given are used to paint and sculpt me into something you can hold.
So mold and unfold the parts of me
you have come to know.
Then forget everything you've learned and just
Love me as a whole.






*©NDHK

Say hello the face you'll never see,
Behind locked doors without a key,
Say goodbye to the hope of letting go,
Of the person who you'll never know.
Dry those tears,
Which hold so many painful years,
Just smile once again tomorrow,
It'll melt away the sorrow.
Pick up your guitar and strum a chord,
I'll be sitting at your feet on the creaking floorboards,
Play me out a tune from your aching soul,
Because the music makes us happy and it makes us whole.
I'll be tapping on my knees a hollow beat,
Like the distant sound of war drums and the taste of defeat,
You'll be smiling and looking at the moon,
As fingers pull the strings and they're because of you,
We will be together in the darkened room,
With nothing but each other and our **midnight tune.

I've got 99 problems and you're 98 of them,
Would you like me to repeat?
Shall I tell you again?
You frustrate me,
Irritate me,
You really do deflate me.

I'm trying to breathe hard
And swallow down the swear words,
But it's getting to the point
Where those sweet words need to be heard.

I've been a patient guy,
So give me some credit,
But I will be ripping into you
And when you read this I would've already said it.

I'm not a mean person,
I'm actually quite passive,
But if you tick me off,
My response will be massive.
B words,
F words,
And multiple more I shouldn't say,
But I've had enough of being treated
Like I'm the leftover cigarette **** at the bottom of your ashtray.