evening dawns

and so i sat below at thatch,
and watched the sun fall,
a war waged by a swam of sad stars,
and the foot thumping,
hand swinging creatures saw it not,
all in their own merry made,
none a pale face had,
and be it like the shell sadness in they hide,
the lone sun down did cascade,
to that horizon,
ages gone but still a home provides,
and she closes her eyes,
to the crosses and ploughs made,

the guilty song

had to say goodbye,
take that boat down the river,
a dream to sail away,
a bottle of whisky,
and a country lime,
the only true friends,
they said am running,
and am going to run 'till the feet are scarred,
and all that is true,
my heart will tell it too,
happens to be the only race,
of a convicts' soul,
and so i sing while i row,
rowing rowing down,
to the sunset sky,
humming to the guilty song,
never going back to that shack again,
mind made the choice,
that invites no bargain,

valentine fate

sadness grinds with me,
down to the pools of tanned waters,
and i can never tell why such in me embed,
could the clue lie in the wake of her smile?
or in the coldness of her heart?
left to drown down tots,
whisky lullabies oozing from the jukebox,
all that warmth now gone,
walk in green gardens now a forgoten venture,
now a stuffy bar,
stained glasses for the lips,
hard liqour for the throat,
and all that smoke for the lungs

in day break she shall remember,
valentine was tragic,

Painful Goodbye

fade away my weak bones,
let that flesh fall apart,
for these shackles for long been a load,
laden with pity and pain,
pale eyes and distraught thoughts,
been cold yet a hells' fire fury rages,
none to warm none to heat,
now i throw all in,
the last energy i got to tap out,
for hope that i had is gone,
time to rest,
i will have to.

©2011