Thursday, March 27, 2014

final damned desperation at dawn blues, amigo

when i was young i dreamed of fame
of branding destiny with my name
and finding the truest of true love
by giving fate the faintest shove

was i not destined for great things
would not the sky that daily brings
the rain to earth bring love to me
and happiness for all to see?

alas! my open heart was scorned
i wished that i was never born
sneering hipsters and frowning prudes
conspired to make my journey rude

and every baby step i took
was greeted with a mocking look
and every hopeful word i uttered
was tossed into the nearest gutter

and the epics that i spawned
in my lonely room from dusk to dawn
into which my soul i poured
were totally ignored

and so the glittering smile of bottled drink
with its confidential golden wink
trampled my weak defenses
and robbed me of such senses

as were meet to keep my soul
resolutely towards its goal
and i fell into the pit
which today i have not quit

what is now my destiny?
who is fate to question me?
into oblivion must i sink
without a friend, without a drink?

darkness, lend a hand
to the well and truly damned
who can sit alone upon a beach
with even desperation out of reach

Monday, March 24, 2014

night is calling

when there is no turning back
and the last wallop has been packed
and the last freight train runs down the track
will the universe cut us some slack?

or are we eternally doomed
to look out the window of the same room
and hear the same gypsy play the same tune
and the same dog howl at the same moon

the world would be a great place
if you never had to show your face
but could put yourself in a state of grace
and disappear without a trace

night is calling
the rain is falling
i could go outside and dance
but would rather fall into a trance

and be sported far way
to a world without night or day
with no need for absinthe, opium or magic spells
and wake up changed into - anybody or anything else