Whirlwind

It’s not a blush, I say

Trying to hide the red cheeks you gave

But those hurricanes in my heart

How do I hide them?

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Why?

I can hear people talking
All around
I can see their lips moving
But I can hear no sound

See their feet tapping
See the light in their eyes
Who are they trying to trick
I can see their lies

Everything’s an act,
Executed to perfection
As I sit on the edge
With my own preconceptions

I may be wrong
At least I have the audacity to say so
But I just can’t envisage the world
Simply going with the flow

You think I’m cavalier
You can’t be more mistaken
I’ve seen my fair share
My faith isn’t shaken

I can hear people’s thoughts
I can hear their groove
They’re all too generic
I can predict their next move

Everyone’s identical,
They exist to fill the Earth
The few who are original
Of them there is a real dearth

The Last Delay

I stand and look
As it passes before I
I want to run
But face up I lie

I promise and forget
Until it’s too late
Then I sit and cry
And blame my fate

The clock is ticking
Tick tick tick
Every minute, every second,
And it isn’t stopping
So I better start running.

When you throw a ball up
It is time that brings it down,
But when I was high up
It was I that brought me down.

Title

When I was a kid,
There was no middle ground
No intermediary,
And certainly, no crooked characters

Everything was binary
It was as simple as that
You were either a one or a zero,
There were no anti-heroes

Everyone was either good or bad
You couldn’t be anything else
The world was a righteous place
And justice was the norm

I thought I was sovereign
And the world was my playground
But  life struck first
Without a single sound

I opened my eyes to dark light
And realised
My castle had been made of glass
And it had shattered in a trice

I saw tyranny all around
And people wearing masks
No, they weren’t superheroes
But liars, cheaters and murderers

But the rest
They were the worst of them all
Standing by, quietly,
With no hope nor cause

The world isn’t a bad place
Because of those who’re evil
It’s what it is because of 
Those who stand by and do nothing.

 

 

Musings

It’s been a long time
Since I last wrote a song
I’ve been running,
And hiding for much too long

I know it’s been a while
Since I last sat to write
But I’ve been trying
Hard not to fight

I just wish that I don’t
Always have to rhyme
Get my mind
To stop running after crime

No Hansel and Gretel
To lead me through crumbs
The voices in my mind
Have never been more numb

As I sit with a blank page in my hand
Running down the clock
I believe,
That they call it writer’s block

Can’t distinguish
Between emotions any more
It’s like I’m living in a daze
Washed up ashore

Bordering on obsession
My urge to write something original
But all that I get on paper
Seems ostensibly dull

I don’t know how I’ve written this
I’ll never be content
The silence in my brain
Seems to give its own consent.

That’s it. That’s all I’ve got. Sue me.