Diary of a broken heart
Written words of pain
Same old story
Merry-go round
Laugh the hatred
Of an insane man
Cry of the gypsy
In a soul trapped in fear.
Only the haughty survive
To bleach their brains
And exchange the goods
For the breath of life
That leads them home
Home to where the stars
Reach down to bless
Raping all in sight
Of true feelings tonight.
Pagan spirits hang their heads
Beaten by no saint
Can only question why
So soon after rebirth
Did it rip the child open
Smash the eyes that see
Take head in hand
And beat the drum tight(er).
Shout to the wind
Hurt can never be felt
By numb fishermen
Drunk in the cold night air
Unafraid to cry out
Reach out for what they want
Hand grasps tight
Fingers cannot hold
Dreams never guided
By the hand of fate.
Pack up your troubles
But no kit bag can hold
Explanations overdue
Embrocation soothes
Cracks in the veneer of life.
Round and round, up and down
Any which way but loose
No destination unknown
No habitation concealed
Each and everyone
Padlocked into the circle.
So don’t tell the lies
To one who’s heard them all
Creator of catastrophe
Mingle with the frowns
Just a photograph
Ripped in half
A home inside a house
No one’s confused
Who’s been abused
Clear as a bell
That rings one knell for thee.
Sounding out the channels
That hold delight in close
Take what’s there’s and more
No one can partake
In a dream not shared
Sentiments play the part
Of a deceiver prostrate.
Invisible deliverer
Whose face can appear
When the faceless oppressor
Forces the nails further in
Tear the flesh
But feel no wounds
Oblivious to the sight
Of the fluid as it flows.
It was cold
Lost my hold to
The shadows of the night
Should’ve seen it arrive
Why does it take so long
To recognise misplacement
And when it does arrive
Why does denial follow?
Stupid questions asked
Of stupid people who know
They tell no lies they know
Yet they cannot see the truth.
Parting persons hide the free
Taking the essence of love
And walking to destiny
The realisation comes clear
So crystal it blinds the fool
What’s seen is only real
Inside the womb of release
Too soon to extrapolate
Too late to expatriate
Over and out and under.
Slave of the day
Working hard for god knows what
Breaking the back
For a dream so unreal
Hoping each new day
Will bring succour
But all that comes
Is a hatred full of tears
To wash the sweat away
To prepare for the new day.
People who push the hatred hard
Seem among the most lost
Yet they know where to go
And who to go along with
Should we take a leaf
Or make our own way
If at all?
Stealthily we tread the path
No toes to harm
Bowed head cant meet their eyes
That way no harm is done
Expect to body and soul
Within which who cares
If it’s seen it’s real
If not who can see?
Patience bring to each man
His just disquieted rights
Forged in fire and steel
Among the strongest foe
Joining the women unpure
To ache inside for heart.
Slowly senses return
In a bigoted world
How can it be known
Through eyes that blindly see
Shapers have the run
And extras follow meekly
Into the unknown
To where it all must lie (die)
What can it be that’s there
Has it no heart to lie
Could a sparrow fly without air
If a manowar sails tonight?
So lower your sails
And scupper your decks
The final hour is here
No crash bang wallop
To harden the heart
Just a gentle slipping away.
©Grum