I don’t know why Enthralled for some time Strangers in words Coming in waves Now’s not the time For you and I To question the minds Of those passing through Silence must be Found between breath Of song tune and rhyme. You do all that And maybe I’m blind Surcharged …
Art is the appreciation of one man’s perception of any given moment Staring at the claret and gold grape leaf pattern embossed on the chair Because if I look away now I’ll never see into the soul of the world. I’ve been looking at myself too long now for answers …
“Hold your arms out through this hole and don’t even think about causing trouble”, I rise my head, the cold cell – clumsily stumbling to the door – “What time is it?” I ask The guard nods down at my hands, wanting a little more than I have already given, …
I see you sitting with your head in your hands Whatever happened to those best laid plans? Take a look back behind closed doors Find those broken dreams of yours After the storm, after the rain After God’s tears have washed away your pain Follow the rainbows in your mind …
Bless this man for he has prayed Prayed for days forthwith since waived On pedestals perch silhouettes Faceless masks for which he’s wept Kept images of futures past Bowed down and followed to the last Or so he thought with sightless hope Dependants given tools to cope Tools unused or …
