rebel slayers need not try although I sometimes wear your symbol in angst never on a sleeve it interferes with black on black anywhere else is just trash so keep the status sign this rebel is in it deep climbing dangerously high for a dive in the shallow side

I see you reading every word of your book  “ The Guide to Conduct “

a social distorted sway and swing with a melody strolled by taking me past surprise to a shake I was on my feet then it hit so sweet a beat to rock out with the playing of drums breaking glass looking for reckless in the split of a second chance

I see you singing along so quiet like it's a secret

I love a shortcut home I had a future glance wanting to dance with the starlight I turned around crossed over the wrong tracks missed a turn three blocks back too late I’m doing eighty in a thirty at three in the morning on the rampant fast road to hell

I see you keeping track making sure I don't step on a crack

this bad boy took my hand dressed head to toe completely severe he filled my head with anarchy moving in like the fog his risky presence sending off alarms that scream of self destruction I drift with his words softly safety to a windows ledge

I see you waiting painting by numbers

provoked gambler I call the time to a big blind no counting the money at face value I stash it I stack it the rest is cut in half to pay in full my pie in the sky high habit of looking through a kaleidoscope with a Spiro-graph map I never run out of angles

I see you counting and following directions

when on the run I travel alone to an old friend he hops in he turns around shoots his mouth bathing in the sun to cast out the dark of a dream I once forgot to claim as mine it is crystal clear and sinking deep in my tears as I chase the moon through an unpredictable dark


I see you standing there believing and wishing on a star

the last chance tripped dropping the ball with no time left to shoot out of bounds to find a win we stand fast with only 9 seconds left how should I spend it if I take the real deal a spin of the wheel for the only thing left it comes down to fate or the true test of fortune  

I see you with the smile in your eyes ………    go ahead take a shot



Terry D’Arcy-Ryan