the wine

the wine reveals my mood
to be of satisfaction
but only for myself
as it seems that when i talk
nobody listens

one day is sweet and full of flavour
the next is dour
some people die for this
while i keep on ticking

complete innate happiness
beset by being lonely
i only want to be by myself
until someone walks in the room

craving blooms of sweet bred flowers
lying softly on the bed of the lake
hush my dear, im listening
to the sounds of my ear

the sonics are beautiful and changing
flowing with the mood
while i came around
i never found you

sitting still dreaming
sick and angry of who you are with
i picture you with me
then picture myself dead

enough to tear my hair out
enough to be content
while i sit hear wanting
a new part of me has intent

no i aint giving up
yes i already have
cool concrete breeze is killing
the free i have in me

leaving

i tried to leave town
but i couldnt
fear arose
then was cut
and put
in a vase

goodbye to forever

see you thinking
i got the key to the gate
the gate of society
the gate of mine
not of nanna

who will turn in their sleep first
who will shed the first tear
do i think these things?
should i think these things

driving into the dawn
with a picture of my girl
if i dont slow down soon
im gonna have to hurl
back seat driver
front seat friend
listen to neither
end up off the bend
without a tailor to mend

fresh rose cut and left
where lovers walked
picked up and brought to me
gracious and happy
to have some sweet red
in my life

throw money into the pond
should throw your life
one and the same
liquid torrents rushing
bring new creatures
flat and round
same thing remains

we have our time
we have none

bringing songs on guitar
to show some light
what remains
is the light
off your candle
lit for me
burnt by you
i tried once
i lied never
scared and trying to find
where my sayings lie

branching

walking always with a purpose
but with nothing to say
you walk along a path
sometimes concrete, sometimes dirt
as a person walks by, you ignore them
only to wish they said hi
or glance a stare that says
"why didn't you look at me?"
and as you twinkle along to the next star
you stare at the faces in the crowd
longing to be one
longing for one

crescent moon gives you no hope
nor says anything that you will use
reiterate the doctrine and follow
in your own way
tell others you are free like the wind
and as holy as a priest
yet the roots from your soul
are dug deep in the soil of society
that lie at the brushes
near your feet

forgetting that the sun will rise tomorrow
in the east
you step once more the darkness
although you cannot see
you insist on placing yourself in
a dangerous situation
including falling in a ditch
approximately six foot deep

pray to the gods
for they are beautiful
and remember the colours
bright and unforgiving
that once splattered your palette
and gave birth to nothing more
than what anyone else did
but you glanced sideways,
then turned back and looked again
a wry smile formed on your face
and i know why
it was always your mind
that created the extravagance
and made it your own
then explained to the minions
why they should do the same

take off your sunglasses mister
see the blurry light, it flashes
and looms and resides
deep in your mind
flash back to the tiger in the street
then breathe the fumes of a new millennium
soak up our time
then spit out nothing
this one will take a bit longer
but its fun just the same