Take it Back

It’s true: everything’s going down the drain
We have leaders who’d rather lie and steal
And don’t care as to what the people feel
All hope has already begun to wane
We have been beaten and pushed around - True
When will this chaos stop? Well – let’s make it
Let’s stand up to the system and shake it
Enough is enough? Yeah I think so too
I want back everything taken from me:
My money, my home, my freedom of choice
My rights, my mind, my words, my heart, my voice
My pride, my feet, hands, and identity

Destiny calls: It’s happening at long last
And the time to run away is long past


3rd September 2012

For the Horde!

Come join the Horde! Yeah I’m talking to you!

Join the legions of the Undead and Orcs

The Tauren, Blood Elves, Trolls and Goblins too

Don’t go with the Alliance – they’re all dorks

We take up blades for honour and glory!

Everyone greets you with ‘Lok'tar Ogar’!

You want fighting, drinking, food and money?

Then take the trip down to Orgrimmar

We’ll ride from the Outlands and to Northrend

We’ll go take on Deathwing and the Liche King

We won’t fall nor to anyone’s will bend

Because we’ve got your back when you’re raiding

Now some say we’re violent, ugly and crass

But who cares? We still kick all kinds of ass!

27th August 2012

I lost my girlfriend to Jesus Christ

It’s all over – Nothing to do or say

Gone is my job of making her happy

Getting back together – is there a way?

Could think about it but it might kill me

A million miles away is her face

Going ahead with her wonderful life

And, for me there’s no longer a place

And that thought alone cuts deep like a knife

Could say something but I don’t feel like it

Just hope she feels warm in her sleep tonight

I thought this one would work – and be legit

But yet again, the dream has taken flight

There’s nothing to do: I’ve done all I can

And thus I’ve lost out to a better man

14th August 2012

Whispers

A door many have already stepped through

What happened to them one can’t comprehend

Don’t think if this is the right thing to do

Just come on in and meet your new best friend

Words are uttered in an English broken

Don’t care ‘bout your name or where you’ve come from

Not the first time these words have been spoken

Just don’t leave until the pain is all gone

Life ceases to exist. Fingers touch ice

A heart is stripped of all its emotion

With movements automated and precise

Just sit right back and go through the motion

Suddenly not feeling at all too well

So shut your mouth and fall under the spell

6th August 2012

The Author

In the beginning there was an idea

It cut through the darkness with a beacon

It found its voice and it began speakin’

Words tumbled out with a purpose so clear

Words that could not be destroyed or halted

Words that formed into that which must be told

To form more ideas – more precious than gold

And once they knew how to walk, they bolted

Life was created with a waving hand

Universes were born with just one thought

Characters came and their voices they sought

And they walked on to forge legends so grand

And as long as there are words to apply

Ideas will never stop, falter or die

2nd August 2012

Limping to the Finish Line

Legs have been crippled. Bones have broken.
Constant hard work has left the hands tortured
Dry throat has no words left to be spoken
But the feet stagger in one way: Forward
I do this with the best I can muster
I give every last drop of blood and sweat
Some might say these words are all bluster
But nothing will break from the path that’s set
Some won’t like it but I’m beyond caring
Every last bit of effort I commit
Let them say all the words they’re declaring
This is my best, pal – like it or lump it

I don’t really care about victory
Because I claiming this triumph for me


16th July 2012

Can’t spell confidence without the con

Well it’s happened yet again: Disaster
Yet another plan’s blown up in my face
My dreams have fallen, I’m left in disgrace
With but the remains of a non-starter
I really thought this one would work this time
What was I thinking? I must’ve been a fool
Asking for a break? What a laugh! Life’s cruel
You know, it’s funny how high hopes can climb
Who was I kidding? It was a dumb plan
What a chump I was to think I could win
It was only me I was deluding
How foolish it was to think that: ‘I can’

And so with my high hopes forever gone
I head back to the slime where I belong


16th July 2012