Hello my fair weathered friend
Been a long time since you've come round
Seen a lota faces
Visited most places
Danced with the devil and lost a few graces
In the spaces
You've been gone

So you're back, you say for good
What you got left to prove
In this ol hood
All the shouldas and the could
Everything you used to boast proud
For what you stood

Yeah you seemed anything but small
We thought you got most all
Then you tossed it most in
For a different life you thoughtd be a ball
But the final score
Has been proven fairly poor

Now you're broke bent and ridged
With a hard edge, you're cold and fridged
Couldn't keep a dame
Couldn't score a lay
You've got more nails than you do planks to mend those rotten and worn out bridges

So my fair weathered friend
You say you need a place to crash
Somewhere to stash that smokey hash
Got no prospects or even petty cash
You're a mild an irritant rash
But it's only I that myself can bash
For why do I persist with such incessant trash
Why can I never meet my final dash.

have you ever missed your train
and sat in silent thought
slumped up on a lonely box
in the drizzle, sharp against skin taut

have you ever wondered why
and questioned just for the hell of it
prodding and probing for an ember of the curious
in the mind of another empty soulless halfwit

have you ever strayed off that broken path
into the shadows of play
crawled across the midnight haunts  
until your shattered limbs stumbled back
into the glaring light of day

have you ever given it your all
only for it all to fall to waste
the memories a harsh **** on time
leaving that inevitable bittersweet aftertaste

have you ever spoken your mind
only to have been proven so completely wrong
that you become the cruel against the kind
fallen from the highest rung

Roll on by tumbleweed
ain't nothing here for which those
watchful woeful eyes
will find to feed
indeed...
and that I'm sure
you're long to say
but - and pardon my intrusion
if I may?
hey...
if you must you must
I certainly wouldn't
stand in your way
creating unnecessary fuss
well...swell
I was only going to point out that
pal...
your hair's on fire.

It's so hard to feel forgotten
So much harder still
To remember it all
When you fall
It's not soft or gentle
So all you got left
Is to bounce bounce
Float on float on
Let it go let it go
It's not me that you are looking for
It's not me that you ever saw
You're still trying to find yourself
Tryna feel your way
In this place they call home
So all you gotta do is just
Bounce bounce
Float on float on
Let me go let me go
Do the right thing
Cause it's certainly not me
You're looking for
It's only me you're looking through
It's only me you're looking through
It's only me you're looking through
And if I stayed
That would only make me
The bigger fool.

i rhymed till the rhyme ran raw
till the rhythm gave way
for the sonnet to sigh
what becomes of the beat of the drum
dum da da dum dum dum da da dum
what becomes of the tempo, the tune
to break the harmony we look to
to feel that giddy swoon
dum da da dum dum dum dum
the lilt, the tickle, the smack, the clap
theres no gettin round it
no play makes one hell of a dull Jack

into the fringe and through the fray
he quietly crept
painstakingly he inched closer
to his unassuming victims
who, drowned in their own stupor
drunkenly slept
patients...hold on to the patience
he itched, he ached
so hungry, so desperate
no sudden movements, no hesitation
but in his frantic lust
in his all consuming need
he lost sight of the thing of importance
and instead, he saw his own reflection
begin to bleed

she drawled a certain way,
i found incredibly, indescribably...intolerable
of course i couldn't resist
her uncouth demeanour
her permeating wit
she was hard boiled
quick tongued, bit down hard
chewed me up, before out i would spit
once those lashes
whipped my way
i was caught in that lethal gaze
ready to sacrifice any ol day
she knew her power
knew more, it was beyond her control
as she lost all perspective
in the finish swallowing up every single one of us
whole...

Run, all I want to do is run
Far and fast
Go now, my heart sings out
I'm scared
Of change
Of regret
Of loss
Of hope and losing that too
Go now, the only fear is doubt
It'll keep you here, standing still
It'll hold you in its grasp for as long as you let it
The only loss is time
It's ticking
Run, with your head held high
And fight in your spirit
Take it all and run
Take it all and never look back

he slipped quite quietly out of his own mind,
roaming free, letting go,
consumed with a curiosity of what he might find,
sliding through shadows into the darkest cascades,
skipping past sancturies,
some hidden, some buried,
like treasures from the everglades,
gregariousness a thing of the past,
as the lightness grew dim,
into himself he became a murmur of a forgotten mask,
scattered and shattering like a flightless fawned bird,
he screamed, he stomped, he wailed,
but swamped in his black anguish,
all he felt echoed thin into the nothingness
and remained unheard

i sat here in the cool and the dark,
feeling restless and reckless and alive,
what would i give for just one more chance?
well...nothing...i surmised,
as the wind picked up,
and the howl began to growl,
i sensed my all too familiar friend,
with his deadening ache,
and shattering break,
he'll force me to face up to my fiend,
oh it was a long time ago,
a thousand fairytales away,
that i broke someones heart like a twig,
and every so often it comes at me in the night,
a mildly incessant dig,
i guess everyone has their cross to bear,
and bearing it must mean you somewhat still care,
but when you've been thoroughly punished,
and punished rightfully so,
when is it proper and just and time,
to up and let it all go.

theres a place i go,
far away from all this,
where a flicker of light,
sparks a shadow of thought,
every once in a while,
i need it,
to revive me.

nobody knows, and even less care,
so i stare straight at the daring sun,
whiling away the time,
it chooses,
to give me.

from a little peace and a little quiet,
my mind races past the days dullards,
spinning the winnings and casting the losses,
it is the moment ive waited for,
unleashing the chasm of questions,
answers flooding in, with crushing clarity,
i force it,
to stir me.

he could take her or leave her,
so he took her,
and then he left her.

you say you believe,
in that which is real,
i believe too,
only in the surreal,
what's inbetween,
what's slippery without the *****,
bitter to the taste without the need to cope,
whats not here, nor there,
you cannot hold it, so just stare,
take it all in,
get rid of the mask,
wait for the one deep breath,
to become a gasp,
as you realise whats really, wholly true, is that nothing is really, truly...real

if she drops that cookie,
i get dibs on the crumb,
she's not that silly,
certainly not that dumb,
come come cahrumb, come come cahrumb,
shh, no more droning,
lets just wait n see,
i can't take it, it's too much,
like honey to bee,
drop it for me, drop it for me,
come come cahrumb, come come cahrumb,
drop it for me, drop it for me,
ha, its her last bite,
to your precious crumb say goodnight,
but wait, a little spec has taken flight,
and with all my might!! -
- gulp, gasp, horror, despair,
he was just too big...
if only i had hair!!! i would pull it out...!!
Rover, you are most certainly a horrid grout.

i said "ol' man river,
why dont' you take me for a turn",
he said "kid, you ain't got it in ya",

"i got a whole lotta heart,
and a hell of a fist,
i'll take ya down like a winner",

"c'mon then" and he unbuckled his belt,
"i ain't got no tolerance for fools",


i underestimated his kick,
over thought my bite,
only when my head hit the tar,
did i know i'd been schooled.

she's got the rainy day laze,
as the sky pours its heart out,
and the sun shies away.
the winds whisper turns to howls,
like the eery mourning of a widow made too young.
dream on, dream on, she breathes...
for the wind will change its whistle,
and the sun will be there tomorrow.
breathe again a little lighter, she echoes,
for the sun will wrap you warm and dry,
and the skies tears,
will be but a shadow,
that can't touch your light.