Hurting inside
Bloody fool I am
I shouldn't hurt
But I do
Stupid!...
Feelings gets the better of me
Always
I ain't got a stiff upper Lip
Just a gaping Hole
Where my Heart should be...
It's not all it's cracked up to be
This Love thing
It wears me down
Knocks the Socks of me
But I keep coming back for more...
What a complete Idiot
You must be laughing at me
You've got it made
I haven't
Cupid - you go and suck eggs...
Next time though I'll be the shooter.....
The late Afternoon Sun was shining
The Wind roaring down
Through the Valley
There you were
Woolly and weary
Unable to stand
Really just a Bag o' Bones
But you still had that Spark
In the old eyes
The Mischief showing
I tried to make you comfortable
By turning you over
You had a little drink and
Yes even a bit of a carrot
I stroked your old soft Face
One last time
Then walking away
Feeling like a Traitor
Two Shots rang out
And I knew
You were no longer
The dirty deed had been done
The Metal cut through your Heart
Splintered your Soul
It was quick
I owed you that at least .....
The new day is born
Light is gaining fast
Yet no bird is greeting the rise
The sea is calm and the trees still
Just for once all is at peace
How precious this is to me
The silence and the tranquility
But still something is missing
You .....
The stormy dark dawn
Is rebirthing afresh
Dark grey sky and
Howling winds
Like inner turmult
Longing and loss
No peace
Just an intense need
Which it seems
Remains unfulfilled ...
Sprawled out on the floor
Her long hair tangled
She lets a single tear drop flow
Whilst
Contemplating life
And its happenings
She has lots
It has come at a price
Just like that of a trophy wife
Waiting wanting and longing
She gave what she could
Only to receive tiny morsels
In return
Waiting wanting and longing
Grateful for every little kindness
You show
Eager to please
To make you love her
Waiting wanting and longing
As she is not in a position
To ask for your love
She permit herself to slide into a
Another dimension
Where you will see her
In the meantime
Waiting wanting and longing
Though in the real world
Always on the go, ready to hoof along ...
But you my Jockey, ride me like a madman!
There are countless times
Where I myself thought, - hey we are doing just fine
When then you take a turn,
And throw a wobbler for no real reason
How am I going to carry on?
Knowing I can never satisfy your high standards.
I'd die for you,
I'd carry you for as long as my four legs were strong enough.
Yet you treat me with so little respect,
That maybe a trip in a dank wet lorry to the unspeakable place
Has become more and more inviting ..
Hello!!!
Left foot co-pilot calling Kirsten
Are you receiving?
Today I thought we should try
A few loop the loops
What do you think Kirsten?
Okay you are not talking to me are you?
Sod it, I shall just have to
Give it some welly
Wooohooo here we go
Up up and away
What's up ol' girl
Don't you like it?
I thought it's a lot more
fun when I take charge
And since you don't want to participate
I shall just do it my way
It seems to me, that I hold the upper hand
Oooops I really put my foot in this time ...
Over and out from left foot co-pilot ..
Like a little white dove
fragile gracious and shy
What change I saw
A tenderness and
passion embraced in a
delicate shell
A friend from times gone by
Awakened like the bird Phoenix .....
Feeling lonely
Rejected and left over
Like the last bits on the Dinner Plate
Or the pathetic Squeeze of the Toothpaste Tube
I tried to meet you
But you didn't see me
Or didn't want to
There I was
With all my good Intentions
A Smile on my Lips
But that quickly got wiped
Just like an action packed wet Serviette
The Game was up and over before
It ever really began ..
As the night dies
and I contemplate finding my bed
I ponder on life
The twists and turns
longing desire needs
fear and despair
All rolled into one
Like a huge drum
containing numbers to draw
What have you drawn?
So far I haven't done so badly
But .....
I am still waiting for the
main prize.....