In darkest night when fear awakes
And ghosts emerge from their hiding place
I take my love by trembling hand
Together we walk nightmares’ land
Where terror lurks ’round every bend
In blackest black, end without end
I hold my love close to my heart
And boldly stroll where paths are hard
When dreams escape, let no dread fall
Behind the closed eyes of our wall
I raise my love above myself Read the rest of this entry »

Sweet bird of prey, you sing
Beautiful songs, hopeful songs
Still you would rather
Kill and devour me
High atop your majesty, you watch
Singing all-the-while
Melodies I love to hear
Melodies that so deceive
For you is a murderer
In fancy plumage
And elegant poise Read the rest of this entry »

Out of sight I went towards the light
You know, the one, not the sun
The thing that catches your eye
When you die or so they say
Thought I was defeated till greeted
By one and all, no more wall
They were there, but to be fair
I didn’t quite see from here to eternity
So I bid farewell, this is
Hell thought I couldn’t quite tell, oh well it’s true
There’s something to it, I couldn’t do it
So, without a thing to say, I blew away

I think at times
It’s better to work on your ego
Than to try and resolve the problems of this world
By bein’ kind
And settin’ a good example

’cause when I’m rude
No one cares
When I act out
No one stares
And if the game’s on TV
…then there’ll be no one on the street

Well you didn’t want to talk to me anyway
Did ya’
What the hell would we say?
I think I’ll just head home
And work on my ego

It seems like
It’s better to yell and shout
Than to try and work things out
By tellin’ truth
By bein’ fair
And gettin’ ripped-off your share

’cause when ya’ lie
There’s no shame
There’s an excuse for every blame
And when they do it on the tube
Hey, they call it the evening news

Well you didn’t want the truth now anyway
Did ya’
It kinda gets in the way
I think I’ll stay home tonight
And work on my ego

……..I think
……..I think at times
……..About this

I think at times
It’s better to just not care
Than to try and improve the quality of life
By chippin’ in
And doin’ my fair share

’cause when I’m lazy I fit in
I slack-off
I still win
So if there’s trouble on your street
We’ll just watch it on TV

’cause you didn’t want to help me anyway
Did ya’
THAT would waste your day
I think I’ll just head home
And work on my ego

Depression-a toothless hag, beware her tongue!
Slicing, dicing, undermining today
No thoughts on tomorrow buried in yesterday
Spiral, downwards, the churning, burning
Emptiness, needing, pleading with unseeing eyes
Many diversions, aversion to this
This version of life is rife with nightmare
No days, no way to say what needs to be said
The head is dreadfully dead
The body limps, scrimping on pleasantries
Memories hold fast, the past that lasts