Time is never wasted if in retrospect it led towards a greater goal. Intentional or not.
Like fireflies we dance through the night,
You try to resist but cant put up a fight,
My charm is like honey and your resistance is futile,
Fly from this place with my wings and have some fun for a while.
Staying as stoic as you can though through holes I see your weakness,
Exploit them with tales of strength and talent,
You latch onto my ascension to hide your meekness.
I like your laugh, but then again – in the morning it will be old,
I can’t say with your looks and bosom that I am quite sold,
My desire is free and can’t be chained; oh how so shallow,
Forgive me my glimpsing fling; for I am anything but callow.
My light is brighter, it took you years to see it enhance,
You along with many others missed your last chance,
Because I’ve seen beyond these caged walls,
Of the same clubs and bars and shopping malls,
My light is flying up high and out of range,
Excuse me darling but get out and keep the change.
Try to focus and refrain,
From transient gain,
Keep yourself in the game,
Like a moth to the flame,
Is worth less than piss,
When staring down the barrel of a gun, 5 years later, with nowhere to run.
You see my son.
There’s no point in fun.
If living just for a petty thrill,
Rather than climbing that steep hill,
Of hard work, persistence and pain,
It’s your choice whether it’s that or shame,
Because what you put in now,
Will make former masters bow,
In 10 years time.
Crossing that finishing line.
Take the other path,
And no one will laugh,
Heed my warning;
Lest you will be mourning.
Because sliding down that hill,
Is a fate worse than a cyanide pill.
A Happy St Georges day to you all,
From our green pastures lets make this call,
To all Englishmen bold and proud
Let nations know our pride you cannot shroud
From Alfred the Great to Nelson and Marlborough
Their legends live on in each generation louder
For it is our bravery and grit combine
That when we face our enemy; our valour doth shine
We inspire the world yet always stay humble
It is the English way to strive for good and never stumble
Passion like a loveless flame
Injected straight through to my brain
From whence it came, it bears no shame,
Holding on forever and ever, till my heart it does maim
When will I find what I can truly keep
No more ecstasy – I want more than a momentary leap
More than just lust coursing through my vein
A mountain so steep it drives me insane
Clinging on to ideals worth more than how a person may look
Not like make-up, persevering like morals in a book
Fantasies of fallacies of how she may be the one
But her soul is cold, while her lips burn hot like the sun
Using all my force, I aim for the source, showing no remorse
Retracting broken promises, screaming with a voice to coerce,
Backing away inch by inch, onto her head I try clinch
Don’t leave me, don’t go, without you time does not flow
I am sorry my hated love.. But this time you must go.
Like a spear thrusted through darkness unknown,
I am standing here like a doll portraying a frown,
That’s what we are all hoping and trying, to do without dying
Presenting or displaying an image, giving passionate homage,
To a façade, we all desire and need,
Yet why can’t we just give up and be freed.
They say no hope, return me the soap,
To cleanse and scrub this husk,
My life reborn when I sip at dusk,
From the embers of deceit and debauchery I cradle this sin,
Getting higher and higher from a drink straight from a bin,
Of neglect and short-term green pastures reborn,
But just as it gestates it pierces straight through like a thorn.
I am holding on to the cliff of former pride and glory,
Not wanting to vanish into the depths of sadness and worry,
A foreign word in hushed breath, takes me back as far as fond memories can,
Autumn gold tinted dreams, wraps me in your warmth,
Crisp, showering of leaves flutters down onto golden locks for a while,
Soft blue eyes and lips crease in a smile.