Out of Time

Hours are getting shorter with each day
Growing tired and needing a good rest
Where did the last decade go? Who can say?
No fun aging – anyone can attest
Mistakes have been made and hands bloodied red
People lie cold with many a dashed scheme
Do they still want that face broken and dead?
Or has it vanished like a fading dream?
Could be bitter but really there’s no point
The world’s moving too fast. Can’t grasp the change
Gone are glory days. None left to anoint
And now the romance is sure looking strange.

Hours are getting shorter with each day
And a long sleep is but a step away


31st October 2011

Emerald

I have a dream lover – oh yes I do
She has a beauty that is stunning
Whenever she cries I come a-running
In my heart I know these feelings are true
In a dark world she is a shining light
She has a gorgeous smile on her face
With her words she makes my jaded heart race
The thought of her keeps me warm through the night
I so want for us to be together
She’s always in my heart, on my mind
But reality can be so unkind
For good reason it can’t be forever

So she must remain out of reach, I fear
Because my wife wouldn’t like that idea


31st October 2011

Dearest

I've been having some bizarre thoughts today
Like putting someone's feelings 'fore my own
Wishing someone were here when I'm alone
And whether they wonder if I'm okay
I'm having feelings like never before
But why should I worry? They won't be spurned
For I know every one will be returned
And every one has a truth at it's core
I've many words to say but there's no need
Because there's someone who makes me feel me
Who shows me things that no one else can see
I can't do without her: I must concede

Countless emotions but I won't protest
Because her hand is the touch I like best

1st October 2011

Thirty Suffering

Are you doing what you said you would do?
Are you making a living from a dream?
Recall the times you said you had a scheme?
Did any of those promises come true?
Did you imagine owning a house by now?
Did you refuse to end up a fat slob?
Did you think you’d struggle to find a job?
Have you done something to make them say ‘Wow’?
Have you really spent the past ten years well?
Did the dreams bear fruit or get left to rust?
Did reality crush you into dust?
Are you in a story worthy to tell?

Are the results of bad decisions rife?
You sure you know what to do with your life?


18th July 2011

Sound System

Surround sound coming from every angle
Bass speaker set to rumble with thunder
All for the sake of a guitar’s jangle
My planet of sound. Bow to it’s wonder
So many genre’s all within my hand.
Rock, metal, dance hip-hop, folk: Got them all
Thousands of mp3s at my command
Ready to roar, scream, rock, party and call
Ten years spent building a rock history
Forty eight gig on an aging hard drive
In this chair there’s no place I’d rather be
An immersive world that keeps me alive

The louder the better. To this I drown
Because my sound system won’t let me down


11th July 2011

Old Dog

Was my bedroom floor comfy to sleep on?
Did you enjoy keeping me company?
Did you love the pats and the hugs from me?
Did you love all those you set eyes upon?
Did the bones I gave you keep you well fed?
Did you love the walks however they came?
Even those times we got caught in the rain?
Did you understand every word I said?
Did I do much more than the best I could?
Was love never something you had to learn?
Was seeing me sad enough for concern?
Did you still love me when no one else would?

Did you enjoy those places we went to?
Did my worthless life mean something to you?


2nd July 2011

Asian couple on a Melbourne train

Two students. Late teens. Clean cut. Nicely dressed
Eyes closed, she rests her head on his shoulder
Oblivious to the drunk shouts behind her
Caring for a presence no one can best
Her black hair spills downward in a cascade
Her hand keeps a connection to his arm
He keeps her close to protect her from harm
As the rest of the world begins to fade
Existing in a world none else can touch
Forging a bond no one can ever know
For as the journey before them does but grow
Being with someone else can mean so much

Fingers enveloping into the other’s hand
In a language only they understand


20th June 2011