Dead or Alive

What did you find in the bottom of the bottle
How many demons to release
Poured you a drink and then poured for you another
One way to get a little peace
What did you want when you told me you were leaving
I watched you falling out the door
Did you believe I would lose myself in grieving
I felt like I'd been through the war
You're so unkind on the days that you are drinking
How many days are in a week
Alcohol won but the friend got lost I'm thinking
Help wasn't something you would seek
Everyone knows never trust an alcoholic
They only want another glass
Hatred you'd spew after being melancholic
Thank you I will not kiss your arse
Nothing is found in the bottom of the bottle
Saving the pain on which your heartache seems thrive
Drinking is one way to numb the pain of hurting
Dead drunk but feel you're still alive

The Grim Reaper

You think I am responsible
I'm not
The flesh upon my weary bones
May rot
My putrid life is festering
Like sores
So you think I have no values and
No mores
Despising is the easiest
To do
For understanding needs the will
From you
And no man would invest his time
You see
But destiny has played a trick
On me
For I was once a someone in
These parts
But once the rumours spread we close
Our hearts
A man who's labelled does not have
A choice
They cast you off and take away
Your voice
And being out there's no way back
You know
And I have reaped what other men
Did sow

To Have and to Hold

Unbearable the tightness when you're lying next to me
You strangle my desire with the pledges you demand
A prisoner, your love is locked and I don't have the key
My freedom like my fate was somehow placed within your hand
Unbearable the burden yet I hold my head up high
Remembering that I was proud and noble once, before
Your shackles cannot stop my heart from dancing, do not try
My mind is free no matter how you lock and bar the door
Unbearable that you believe your love for me is strong
It's jealousy and hatred staring back when I see you
You want me disempowered but you know that this is wrong
And no man is not entitled to enjoy the things you do
My home is now a gaol and the sentence given life
But you can't own another even if you call her wife

Humanity

We each of us are something quite unique
Cannot be found in any other place
So I might be exactly what you seek
To put that fallen smile back on your face
So talk with me a while and take your time
Unburden woes that stop you living dreams
To need a helping hand is not a crime
And things are never bad as they might seem
My friend can I confess if you need me
You give me purpose make me feel alive
So lean on me my help is given free
In helping you I help myself to thrive
I need you most when you think you need me
This give and take is called humanity

WordPress

When happy I have no desire to rhyme
My lyric line so often waxes sad
Regret or lovers lost in mists of time
To me are more poetic themes than glad
But I am feeling mighty fine today
The only blues in rainbow arcing high
A unicorn just has dropped in to say
That on his back I’ll soar across the sky
And so my maudlin thoughts are swept away
This crappy happy ditty I will write
I might throw in a helping of cliché
But hope I’m stopping just this side of trite
I’ll publish and be damned for I don’t care
I press my words and then I leave them there

Portrait of the Artist

A gallery of thought is on display
And so I wander gently through the room
I stop to pause considering this man
Who hangs his happiness beside his gloom
Courageous how his weakness represents
A theme suffusing every single piece
So frail a life he lived and yet so strong
For hope is in his detail and relief 
The man is so familiar then I see
A portrait of the artist that is me