Battles closing minds at war; Fights the same, just as before. Raging struggles in your way, surviving another day of artificial, unsubstantial Fears full of the end. A song within is for display - Play it now, play it loud, play it soft; But most of all: Love it all. “Them and us, us and them” makes it easy to condemn - Red in tooth and claw does not have to be the law; Anger bathed in fear only makes another tear. Take another step, the next step, for all. A song within is for display - Play it now, play it loud, play it soft; But most of all: Love it all. Listen to the whisper, quiet and small: Light belongs to all - But most of all: Love it all.
Tag: Poems and Lyrics
Blah De Blah
Tedium… Tedious conversation… Boring repeats, heard it all before: Blah de blah, boring blah blah, “How dare you, what about me?” Blah blah, blah de blah blah, boring, blah blah blah. The same look in the eyes, the same scripted replies: “I’m better than, I’m more than” – comparison of facades. Seeking, needing the outrage; fanning the flames, finding someone to blame. Taught behaviour, taught script: “Look at me! Aren’t I special. Give me a biscuit!” “My happy versus your happy;” “Aren’t I special because I conform.” (Spoon fed some rules.) Blah de blah, boring blah blah, “How dare you, what about me?” Blah blah blah, blah de blah blah, boring, blah blah blah. “Everybody must have the same opinion” - Nobody knows everything, even about one thing: The more I see the less I know; the more I see the more I feel. Explanations unfold, change colour and disappear into space - The enormity and hugeness of limitless space… Blah de blah, boring blah blah, “How dare you, what about me?” Blah blah, blah de blah blah, boring, blah blah blah. No need to be imprisoned by a side, by a tribe - Each day is different, rules are for machines. Exceptions are for you. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
A Lie
I spy with my little eye
Something beginning with a lie:
Thick bliss with a twist,
Jealously deceiving,
Judging and sneering;
Another sadistic statistic
bleeding fear on the journey
from womb to tomb,
dreaming of decay.
Under the Door
Darkly you draw me,
The skulls smile and welcome me,
leaving marks in the light
hiding under the door.
Beauty (lyrics version)
Found by a gentle breeze,
deep smiles of shining beauty
bathed in slowly swirling
Shimmering infinity:
The warm gaze of a gentle glow,
The tender beauty in your eyes,
with chemicals fuming tentacles
across the astral skies.
Hiding under the door,
The tender beauty in your eyes;
Darkly as you draw me
across the astral skies.
Beauty
Found by a gentle breeze,
deep smiles of shining beauty
bathed in slowly swirling
Shimmering infinity –
The tender beauty in your eyes,
The warm gaze of a gentle glow,
while face down in questions
talking to the wall;
chemicals fuming tentacles
across an empty sky.
Be
Words can trick and tease,
tantalise and please…
The meaning of life is:
to live
words silenced
with a kiss
Faces
Faces, faces everywhere,
But not you,
Not you, anywhere.
No touch of you,
No beautiful you;
Only me and the dark,
Haunted by echoes
Of a once beating heart.
Condemned to yearn,
But dead to you;
A figure in the corners,
Behind shadows,
Floating out of reach.
Silence Calls
Silence calls
the sound of nothing.
No any
No thing
No deathly
hum.
No ifs
But thank you.
You’re listening.
Broken Screen
Wounds of the mind
cling to the familiarity of sadness.
Drip-fed addictions
waste my skin away.
My words are dead.
Life is staring at a broken screen.
Rob Walker 