Finocchio the Magnificent

Wearing a battered suit and shoes jaded
He sat on a bench with nowhere to go
With a suitcase bearing letters faded
From a circus that closed down long ago
Underneath red clouds and a setting sun
Eyes red, teeth crooked, he sits all alone
With magic tricks that were second to none
And an intelligence that’s now unknown
He’s not a freak. He’s a friendly Merlin
And there was a time when he made laughter
But he got left behind – the truth’s burnin’
As he lights a match for his last sparkler

With suitcase in hand, he went on his way
To go and find a place where he could stay


14th December 2004

I hate my life and I want to die

Nobody understands a word I say
To them all my words are utter nonsense
Nobody sees things in quite the same way
Instead, they’ll just slam me for being dense
No one shares the same interests as me
They don’t have a clue what I’m on about
I talk - they nod their heads receptively
Do they see my passion? I have my doubts
They all see something that’s beyond my gaze
They all know something to which I’ve been slack
They won’t tell me the road out of this maze
Instead they’re all laughing behind my back

So remind me why I follow the sham
Of always being proud of who I am


6th November 2004

Cloud

All the angels in heaven are weeping
Sending their tears to the blue world below
Tears that hammer down outside my window
And the pain of losing you keeps seeping
Now and forever it’s you I still love
Regretting the silly things I did say
Even if they all came out the wrong way
As a grey cloud bursts in the sky above
The rest of the world’s disappeared from view
And your absence is driving me insane
Come find me standing alone in the rain
And in my love and my heart I’ll drown you

Listen to me when I bring forth this plea
My love, I want you to come back to me


6th November 2004

I fell in love with a girl

Challenging establishment. Taking heat
Make a suggestion. Walk without your fear
I open my mouth. It all becomes clear
There’s someone here I would like you to meet
I don’t want to lose. I want to come first
Are you serious? You must be joking
Stand in the corner. Continue choking
And now the Heavens are about to burst
A thousand white lilies fall from the sky
Your eyes are blinded and I have no voice
Worlds come tumbling down. Idiots rejoice
And a bright red rose shrivels up to die

So tell me now: Where from here do I go?
When she replied with but a simple “no”?


6th November 2004

Gabriella's Dream

Dark trees in a darkened word. Candle flame
Freshly fallen snow. A white dove croons
The sweet scent of roses. Walking through gloom
Guided by voices beautiful, she came
Shattered clock. She had forgotten her name.
Sheets of white silk. The light of a blue moon
A broken music box plays out a tune
She opened her heart for it to be tamed.
She undid her robe. The moon turned to glass
Closing her eyes. Smiling with ecstasy
Throwing her head back. Falling through the night
Lying on the snow. Breathing out short gasps
Remaining there, leaving no print, she lay
Until the arrival of dawn’s first light


25th October 2004

It's hard being a man

I have to have a job and a fast car
I need a thousand dollar weekly wage
I have to look like someone half my age
And have big muscles bursting all over
I have to spend time with my family so dear
And keep feeding them every single day
I also have to have a sport to play
And I also must drink lots of cold beer
I must know my car is my only deity
And I’m not allowed to learn how to cook
I must never, ever, act like a sook.
So I can’t give a hug or have a cry

This modern world just doesn’t understand
Just how damn hard it is to be a man


25th October 2004

A powder keg of contradictions

I love life, the beauty of this planet
Yet I hate all the morons around me
I’ve a huge hoard of anime DVD’s
But I’ll never be a fan idiot
I am a recluse and a quiet one
But when I get excited, I bellow
I’m indeed keen to get out and have fun
Yet I’m also, quite frequently, mellow
If needs be, I will gladly stand and fight
Yet I abhor all forms of violence
Distinctions change. But I couldn’t care less
About the difference between wrong and right

“The point of this poem?” I hear you speak
Well buddy, I’m just proud to be unique


22nd October 2004

Hurrah for junk food!

There’s nothing like that pleasurable feeling
Of filling one’s cakehole with so much salt!
I won’t listen to you preaching the faults
This is one sin that won’t leave me reeling
The constant consummation of fried chips
The lovely meat and sauce of a burger
And with me Dim Sims will also go far
It’s all granted stomach entry by my lips
Who cares ‘bout the fat when it tastes so good?
It’s a world apart from what Mum gives me!
This food is the king of pleasures guilty
Consumed once in a while - as it should

Although it’s not good to eat this stuff daily
I relish this joy when it comes to me


22nd October 2004

She's gone

The grocery bags are in the hallway
In a place where silence is deafening.
There’s nothing on the TV worth viewing
And it looks like it’s gonna rain all day
The clock declares the hours ticking by
The dishes are piling up in the sink
There’s a stain on the tablecloth so pink
I look out the window up at the sky
Now there are no more questions left to ask
Who wants to know whatever’s on my mind?
Who wants to see me being left behind?
Who cares? There’s nothing left in which to bask

The groceries are still in the hallway
And it looks like it’s gonna rain all day

21st October 2004

Meine Mutter

When I was sick you helped me get better
When I was weak you urged me to strive
When I needed a shoulder you were there
And, above all else, you kept me alive
Whilst teaching the skills needed to survive

And you should know from the man who's your son
No one could do the job that you have done


6th December 2004

Sunday night

Well here we go again, into the breach
To my weekly battle I’m off to fight
It’s always the same, every Sunday night
I walk paths where the goal is out of reach
It’s me versus my constant enemy
Who only comes out during this one time
It’s on my frustrations he will dine
The demon of insomnia wants me
He wants to fight – Not to hear me snoring
This week won’t bring a change. He wants to keep
Me as far away from my treasured sleep
And I’m left a wreck on Monday morning

I won’t win – He’ll add to his winning streak
And it all will begin again next week

10th October 2004

The morning of the Defeatist

This morning demands I get out of bed
But today I don’t want to leave my room
From this safety I refuse to be led
Because outside is where no flowers bloom
The outside world is utter anarchy
A place of eternal conflict and war
There’s hunger, pain, suffering and cruelty.
It’s where nice people are left bruised and sore
Therefore, I’m not gonna bother at all
True: I don’t feel like taking on the world
I’ll stay in my bed – safe within these walls
And ignore the world as chaos unfurls

I will stay here underneath these blankets
And of the pain, I will try to forget


7th October 2004

10 Dollars

Hey mister. I will give you ten dollars
Just because I want to see a mere smile
I need relief from this world so vile
These days, people never seem to bother
None want to look on the bright side of life
Thus, it’s hard to see a grin for the frowns
Any mention of joy is trampled down
In favour of moaning on pain and strife
For in this world, the pessimists are king
You think it will kill them to something nice
Complaints aren’t for the weak or a vice
Guess it’s easier to say horrid things

So far I haven’t seen a smile today
So how much more do you want me to pay?


23rd September 2004