I'm going to kill that woman

Crippled and battered I lay on my bed
With memories that have all become lies
Thumped with a thousand punches, my heart cries
Twisted thoughts begin to pollute my head
Now, the time has come to end this charade
You have a date with my friend – The shotgun
A killing moon has risen - don’t try to run
All sense of reason has begun to fade
We are not waltzing any more my dear
Blood stains the walls and a mirror broken
Gun smoke fills the room - My wrath has spoken
So tell me: can you feel the love in here?

Each part of me is screaming for vengeance
For the love that turned out to be nonsense


??/?? 2003

Surrender

You have a secret smile – just for me
You draw closer, ready for the taking
With eyes on me you tilt your head shyly
This is one dream from which I’m not waking
Every square inch of your skin craves my touch
Take my hand and fall into white satin
Nothing to lose, no rescue bar to clutch
Into your sparkling eyes I am drowning
Soft rivers of your hair slips through my hand
Seeing you like this takes my breath away
United by love, together we land
So sat with me beyond the break of day

To a deep ocean of you I fall in
With drams of white satin, white stain


??/?? 2003

Thoughts of a lonely drunk

All of my friends are happily married
They don’t want to hang ‘round me any more
Now they stay home on weekends instead
And without them life has become a bore
Its no longer fun going out at night
Laughing out loud and drinking the pub dry
Bellowing out a song with all our might
As we send all our brain cells our to fly
Now, the atmosphere of the bar’s a farce
Drinking by myself makes me a loser
If I drink too much they call me an arse
And tomorrow, I’ll be with my hangover

My friends don’t want to go on one last round
It’s the life of an adult they’ve all found


??/?? 2003

The Creature of Nightmares

Once I met a creature of a nightmare
He was dressed in finery, red and gold
He had a face that was ageless and cold
He looked ready for a dupe to ensnare
There’s no telling what he’d seen in his eyes
He had lived through and endured everything
He had stood and seen the whole world changing
He could change the line between truth and lies
He fixed me with the most sadistic grin
We’d met before when I was a child
He’d haunted my dreams and made them wild
To his world of madness, he wanted me in

I turned my back. I didn’t want to know
I walked away. I’d somewhere else to go


??/?? 2003

Elvis doesn't answer my e-mails

Once, I sent Elvis Presley an e-mail
Asking how he’s doing and if he’s well
I said I liked his work with JXL
And I asked for a reply – without fail
I sent The King a cyberspace greeting
Does he still enjoy his hamburgers?
What does he think of impersonators?
Is Vegas still a place worth visiting?
I wrote to Grace Lands to say “howdy!”
And to thank Aron for leading the way
(For the modern music we hear today)
And would he find time to write back to me

And I am still waiting for a reply
But no such thing has come – I wonder why?


??/?? 2003

The private life of a jester

Let me tell you a wonderful story
A story full of laughter and sharp wit
A story full of song and poetry
A story about a social misfit
I’ll arrange my words in a complex maze
I’ll keep you enthralled so you will stay
And I’ll hold you, my audience, in my gaze
Because you know I’ve got something to say
This is a story no one else would hear
Performed by someone no one else would know
They won’t know I can be gentle and dear
This me, to you, I’m not ashamed to show

Love is blind but you know who to listen to
And you will hear it because I love you


??/?? 2003

For everyone who’s posted an anti-religious poem at TPS

Yes, you may voice your opinions on God
Yes, you have the freedom to speak your mind
Yes, you can speak on how he made life unkind
But can you spare a thought for me – the mod?
I have to read this stuff as well you know!
I have to keep the hope forum in check
But recently I’ve turned into a wreck
Because this poetic batch makes me feel low
You may renounce, condemn, question and curse
But I’m reading this after a hard day
I see nothing to make me shout “Hooray!”
Consequentially, I’m left feeling worse!

So voice your hatred of God if you should
But is that supposed to make me feel good?!


30th October 2003