Father and the Boy or (Ah ah aah yeah!)

Father, father no, don’t do this to me

Come, come my child, I am your father

Come give it to me,

No, no, father, I am only seven you see

Come, come here, lord’s home is where you should be,

And I am here too!

Come let me thrust some blessing into you,

Ah ah aah yeah! Jerk a little more my boy,

I’m your father after all, don’t be so coy

Aah aah, ah yeah! The father came with a burst of joy,

Don’t tell anyone of the secret blessing

I have bestowed on you, you boy!

And come again when I call

Father asked the child,

The blessed boy bled from the strike of spear

But did come again to father in fear,

And did so until he was fifteen,

For the father had stopped blessing him anymore,

He loved kids below sixteen.

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The Fool

The yellow moon in an orange, and the smoke on the streets
He saw the bodies and heard sobs and screams
The dame by the alley, and the widow by the broken window
Rich men’s pride and the naked monk’s wisdom
The mighty facades, and the stink of secrets buried within,
Though neglected these facets of life passed
From the edge of his grave, the fool smiled, as he saw it all.

An unmarried mother, a doped brother
The pretty girl singing requiems,
He saw pointless wars, and sacred propagandas
The fat belly’s of ageing sailors, and the whitening brow of losing fathers,
He saw people who became friends and the strangers who lost themselves to trends,
The breeze sang and waves roared
The stars burned, planets turned, and galaxies shattered themselves off existence, forever
Men and women succumbed to their desirous lives
While, from the edge of his grave, the fool saw it all.

Pretty Marry or ( Spear of Destiny)

Pretty Marry, pretty pretty she was
Failed to meet a good old man,
In the world of woes and bane
Pretty lost she was.

Pretty Pretty Marry
She did all she could
Tried to drown her pain in whiskey
Smoked rings to let out the worry.

Last when I saw her
She was singing a song about love
Her skin showed scratches and punctured veins
Her stained teeth smiled through lips pale.

Her crimson eyes and swollen lids told her story,
And she looked, not like she did before
Pretty Marty’s pretty face
Wasn’t pretty, and her body, had lost its grace.

Pretty Marry pretty poor and pitiful she was
Last time I saw her, she was dead in an alley
Then I was young, today I am aged
Scratched, stained, and punctured, by the spear of destiny.

A Glimpse of Self

I gaze at the mirror everyday
Today I caught a glimpse of myself,
Astonished, I was
To see all that I saw,
The wounds open, and crimson that
I inflicted on myself;
The expressionless patches made up of lies that hide them,
The elevations of my pride alongside the depths of my disgrace;
I saw a child, a boy, a man
When I looked into the mirror today,
Who once was and who will never be
Jaded by technicolour of knowledge, tanned by the heat of love,
I saw tears held back by the vision
And the anger left by submission,
I saw the blackened blisters of guilt
And the scabs on my conscience,
The diminished wrinkles of a smile long forgotten,
The shamefull frowns of deeds rotten;
And a million other substances of existence I witnessed
When I looked in the mirror today,
Amazed I was to see it all and yet, not recognize myself this way.

Your Fate Absolute

For all the hearts you broke
Yours shall shatter too,
For all the tears, you caused to drop
Your eyes will bleed too,

For all your negligence towards the ones who loved
You too shall roam in disregard,
For all the times you hurt their hearts,
On your soul, they shall inflict searing wounds;

For all those bitter words you spoke
You too shall be verbal abused,
All those tricks you played with the world
Shall soon come back to confuse

For all those times you insulted another
Your pride too shall fall,
All the times, you spent alone in selfish silence
Your cheerful moments would not last,

And all times you did not consider requested pardon
Your words too shall never find, an ear new,
For all those things you stole from them
Your more shall turn into few;

And it is nothing more, or less
It’s the payment of your dues,
Though tragic, in sound and action it is,
It’s your fate absolute.

Anatomy

Where is my heart?
Not sure it’s in me
I used to have a mind
But I lost it to insanity,

And now my soul
wanders in a desert of feelings
That stretches on
to nothing, to infinity.

What have I become?
Sure not someone’s dream
Feel like a blind
Lost in a storm inside the sea.

Nowhere to begin, no place to reach
And now my existence
Feels like its lost
to nothing, to infinity.

Eyes

My eyes hurt, and they hurt me
They say that they don’t want me to see
They don’t want me to read, or write

They say, shut me up, there is too much deceit, too much lie
My eyes, my eyes, they burn on the inside

They say there is too much pain in the world
My eyes hurt me
They say that they don’t want me to see

My eyes, my eyes, they burn on the inside
They say there is too much pain in the world

And they cannot see any more cries,
My eyes, they ask me to shut them up
They cannot face anymore disguise

My eyes, my eyes, my eyes

They hurt and cry
They urge me to shut them up

They tell me that the end is nigh.