THE LYRICS .THE POETRY. THE PROSE
W.V. G
In memory of my father
In this dark and bleak celebration
An isolation that's only / all of my own
A strange sense of my separation
One to come already and known
When words fail to contain our emotions
When feelings lie tattered and torn
We look in disbelief at events
As fate and facts now cause us to mourn
Is it guilt that i knew what was coming
Relayed to me in claustrophobic surrounds
When time stopped a room closed around me
I could not move or breathe i felt like i drowned
There is insight and perverse illumination
But there are lights you would rather not see
When all you dread is presented before you
That you can't change what is about to be
Counting down months days and hours
Trying to dispel the thoughts in your head
When time is no longer your servant
You cant speak of the end that you dread
When belief is suspended before you
Grim realities take a life of their own
With all the pieces of the jigsaw assembled
I've never ever now felt so alone
As the ghost of a love stands before you
And a dream speaks to you in the night
Then the words offer very little comfort,
Back from the dead your fear brings insight
As the cold hands are laid upon me
It's the touch of many years gone by
It's now a fear of one i once loved
And I cry for where you now lie
HOW MANY TIMES
How many times have i said that i love you
How many times did i say that i care
How many ways are there of showing
How many times is a sentiment shared
How many times will i kiss you goodbye
How many times will you want me to stay
How many hearts do you hold in your hand
How many more games will we get to play
How many regrets , for i say never
How many lives do we live and die
How many peoples misguided interventions
How many falsehoods offering truth as lies
How many times can i reassure you
How many ways show you saint nor sinner
How many times can i ask you to trust
How many days before integrity the winner
GALLERY
( ISOLATION )
Did you ever feel so lonely,
As when standing in a crowd.
When the silence seems so deafening,
Because only thoughts allowed .
When the words inside are screaming,
Because they need to have a voice.
But its never the right moment,
And you no longer have that choice
When you deal with raw emotion,
The all consuming fire.
The darkness that prevails,
And the light that will inspire.
The hidden depths surrounding you ,
The bright and shining light.
Its like channeling your psyche,
There is no wrong , there is no right .
Every thought precedes an action,
Every action becomes a deed.
Each and everyone one of us,
Is what we do, we are, see and read .
Intensity prevails here ,
A sort of second sight.
Each word a different life form,
Part mind, Part day , part night .
Each sentence a single messenger ,
Shades life with different hues.
Shaping destinies canvass,
With all that it imbues .
This palette of many colours ,
Where feelings are painted, emotion raw.
Where landscapes may be tranquil,
But passionate souls knock at your door .
Each word conveying meaning,
Each feeling , a love, a pain, or sin.
Decorating my existence,
My external vision painted from within .
I FEEL LIKE AN ANGEL
( fallen )
I sometimes feel like an angel,
Who stands there in the wings.
Fall from from grace an ever faltering,
Im Smouldering and im singed...
This stance is not becoming,
I watch you grace lifes stage,
As you Captivate your audience,
Im helpless ,passions rage.
So do i wear a halo,
Or do i belong below,
Adorning heavens feted,
Or the darkness in the show
Am i the guardian or the guarded,
Is there parity or romance,
Bohemia is calling,
My pride, my love to dance.....
Theres a smile an theres contortion
For We share this wicked grin
And only we can ever know,
What really lies within ....
We are timeless like the calling
We are powerless to its scream
We hear it banshee like and haunting
An ever recurring dream ...
In the footlights we are starring
We are naked centre stage
Oh so many different dramas
An ever turning page .....
This role is never ending
This pantomime of life
Touched by many different emotions
Taking heartache for a wife
Its seems seamless in transition
That this vortex of my mind
Plays out scenes and written stanzas
In truths we seek to find ....
TEARS IN THE DARKNESS
If great art is inspired by misery
But then seems to cause such pain
Unseen tears in darkness ( my greatest friends )
Falling to pillows and to stain
When we lie in sorrow we lament
We reflect all thats said and done
Holding a mirror up to our life
We cry for misunderstanding what may be gone
When hearts lay exposed and naked
When minds are fraught and disarray
Where every sentiment aches regret,
Silent unknowing what price to pay
Tears in the darkness
Silent smiles hide pain
Tears in the darkness
My sanctuary no gain
EPHEMERAL
Ephermeral you are like shifting sand
You trickle slowly through my hands
Held for a moment, a fleeting glance
A glimmering hope a strange romance
Like ancient souls
We are entwined
We live our fate
In deed an mind
Like centuries gone
We meet again
To dance and play
Cause passion and pain
Hour glass draining empty or full
We play a game of push and pull,
Translucent visions and shimmering hues
Timeless ritual, hidden clues
From ancient times and days gone by
We are drawn like moths to flames to burn an die
Uncertain circles spiralling in
To where it ends an once more begin
Upside down and bottom to top
We give up up prayers an praise for what weve got
As we raise ourselves we claim the skies
Once more the underneath will rise
This hour glass refills and it cant refrain
From dripping life and grain by grain
My metaphorical destiny lies
In joy in sorrow and tragic lies
A SILENT PRAYER
I want to smudge your makeup
Place kisses on your eyes
I want to laugh with you for ever
To be your greatest surprise
I want to see the smiles without words
I want to see you look coy then look away
To see those heavy eye lids flutter
Til the very end of my days
I Want to pick you up
I want to wipe away your tears
I want to hold you close
I want to quell all of your fears
I want to talk without talking
I want to walk but go nowhere
I want a stake firmly in your future
I have so much i want us both to share
I want that look of understanding
Like an invisible contract signed
To share those hidden feelings
That are so often undefined
I want to be like your idol
To sit and silently stare
When words arent necessary
To know the love or feel the care
THE DEVILS PLAYGROUND
( A Metaphor for life )
If Life is The Devils Playground,
Then Heaven is its Hell
Where thoughts are unfinished journeys,
To places you wouldn't want to dwell .
Existential Utopian Nihilists
Swings and roundabouts out of time,
Slide in an out of your reality ,
I'd claim your soul as a prize for mine .
Guilt and shame the playful innocents,
Their counterparts depravity and vice.
Contrasting feelings , my emotions ,
Dealt hands of perfection, or perchance by two rolled dice .
Kinetic swung potential,
Yes i almost kissed the sky ,
Back to earth and moving backwards,
lifes temporary trajectory will soon die ...
Seeking joy and wild adventures ,
Be they externally or within ,
For in the devils playground,
your journeys but a swing.
This Merrygoround is cyclical,
A blur of disarray ,
Standing still yet moving forwards,
My visions now gone astray .
Suspend your disbelief,
Upside down, lifes climbing frame ,
In this 24 hr devils playground,
Then chaos will always reign .
G
M
T
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