Broken men, whose forgotten thoughts,
Lead only to slurred words, and mistaken gestures,
Angry selfish voices, and thrown words.
Make the night scream,
With sirens, and the
Only
Flashing lights are blue.
Broken bottles, smashed glasses,
Tell tales of a thousand broken dreams,
Lost amidst the festive spirit, the fights, and the brawls.
As the song says ‘Here’s to another one’
Jostling crowds, crammed into bars,
Where there’s no place to stand, amidst,
Short skirted stiletto heeled girls,
Living out the old adage ‘Be merry!’
And
The black suited bouncer thinks
‘Give me the peace of a litter strewn street,
And the morning after,
For tomorrow is Christmas morn.’

©  Nick Strong 2014

A
Triangle
Is the place
Where two lines meet,
Dreaming more than I sleep,
The death of love is a beautiful thing,
Hiding mistakes I will never make again,

We are just old lovers living new days now,
I don't know much but I know two things
My passion may be impure,
But my love is clean.
~LC~

On the way down,
With all the dreams inside my head,
Everybody needs a friend.

I heard the gun,
The bullet click inside the drum,
Carry me from this world.

Caught in the fire,
About to explode,
Perhaps heaven is somewhere along this road.

~LC~

Whispered words in the still of night,
Well thought promises lighting the spark,
Little talks of what will come,

Gathered pledges of golden skies,
Fire fuelled vows of eternities,
Assurances of words keeping us true,

Fingertips running through skin,
Kisses settled upon our brows,
Twisted embraces of our skeletal frames,

But then comes the Dawn,
And the rise of the Sun,
The beauty of tears at the end of the night,

All the ways you think you know me,
All my boundaries and darkest thoughts,
Carried away,

Whatever happens next,
Here we will stay,
And I will wake,

Screaming your name.

~LC~