Thursday, March 8, 2001

Broken Circle

Once upon a time foundations were set
To build what will endure the test of time
But now this wonder’s demise has been met
It’s long gone now - covered in moss and grime
Back in it’s heyday, this place was a home
Everyone was happy, day after day
A haven for a wanderer alone
But the sun has forever gone away
The black souls have flown - Gone to pastures new
Leaving a lone wolf howling at the moon
The pure minds search for their destiny too
As an eclipse illuminates the gloom

The circle is broken, all have parted
And now the wolf is back where he started.


8th March 2001

Sunday, January 14, 2001

Obliterate

He is dark - nothing but a tortured soul
He is a solitaire - Quiet and grim
he has few friends, many want to kill him
Yet despite his deathly aura he ain’t lull
He is filled with only pain and sorrow
As he can’t love but hate, he can’t go back
What’s more he can’t defend only attack
He can’t run but go onto tomorrow
And yet he weeps for his predicament
For those who’ve come to know him and his curse
But fighting from chaos does he emerge
Only atrocities does he commit

He doesn’t take any crap from anyone
But can’t recall when he last saw the sun


14th January 2001

I ride the Highway with Jesus

I ride this freeway with a friend in need
On the highway of life he will guide me
Jesus will lead me to my destiny
Yes, because he is a true friend indeed
Yes, I will do what he tells me to do
But you bet it’s going to be worth it!
Nasty comments don’t bother me one bit
As Jesus will life me up when I’m blue
I don’t care what infidels have to say
Because I’m happy with this way of life
I know Jesus will protect me from strife
With his help, I will see another day

He tells me everything will be alright
He’ll pat my back as I walk in the light


14th January 2001

Saturday, January 13, 2001

The Question of Ignorance Prevailing

So why, in this world, is there ignorance?
Good ideas are gone in favour of crap
Rejection of what’s correct makes no sense
And enlightenment is ignored by saps
Old ideas are forgotten for the new
Even though these new ideas are bollocks
And geniuses are forgotten too
For young brain dead people with the right looks
People only hear what they want to hear
Towards enlightenment they all go blind
They switch off and continue drinking beer
So much for the Millennium of the mind

This modern age is quickly sour
So much for the phrase: Knowledge is power


13th January 2001

Eradicate

What is left me is only a shell
Everything inside me has been burned out
There’s nothing I can do but scream and shout
In my very own self-constructed hell
I want to burn everything in my sight
To oblivion I will make folk go
And as I make this world an inferno
Flames of my pain and strength will light the night
But this would be different if you’d stayed
Yet my tears and my pain can’t bring you back
And now happiness is what my heart lacks
Without you my violence will not be swayed

If you stay around, my violence will turn
Until then, all will continue to burn


13th January 2001

Failures

I really love you but you curse my face
And while I’m am alone all the time
You left sanity for another place
Yet we are both ignored for social crime
I’m still true even though you reject me
But I only stand and watch as you fall
But as for my loyalty you still can’t see
I wonder: Why did you put up the wall?
You say no one gives a stuff about you
Have you forgotten about me? I ask
Open your eyes I’ll take you somewhere new
Free yourself and find me. Make that your task

I am alone. You are sanity less
But only I can take us out of this mess


13th January 2001

Sunday, January 7, 2001

Traitor’s die

So have you worked out why I’m still your friend?
To my friends I am loyal until dead
Now is that something you can comprehend?
Can you get that message through your thick head?
I went and put my faith and trust in you
But you went and blew them both straight to hell
And my never fading loyalty too
You took that and tore to pieces as well
I would’ve done anything for you, you know
But I doubt if you would’ve given a toss
We still talk but this lie I’m living grows
You ignore this true friend. You’re at a loss

Understanding I sought after in you
I care for you but you don’t have a clue


5-7th January 2001