... one day

We are lions in a circus -
We often roar without a purpose
And jump through silly hoops and flames.
Like puppets on a string,
We strut, we dance, we sing –
But, in ‘tune’ with our Master’s funny games.

Although “this world is a stage”,
We're within an endless cage,
Desperately searching for its keys…
Conmen laugh and play the fiddle,
While our lives remain a ‘riddle’;
So, when will the charades ever cease?

One day, soon, the tables will turn;
The balance will tilt and fires will burn!
The skies will fall upon us in endless rains…
Awoken – man, woman and child -
Will revisit their roots – return to the Wild;
Free, at last, from their shackles and their chains!
 

how I wish...

An album with a coffee stain,
Another trip down memory lane...
Revisiting the 'Happy' and the 'Sad'.
Days of gloom and days of glory,
Every picture has a story,
A 'movie' of the times that we've all had...

And when I turn the page
To a different time, a different age,
An emptiness turns the joy into sorrow...
All those things that you'd say -
It seems just like yesterday!
How I wish that you were there for Tomorrow...

So many envelopes and letters,
That talk of 'bests' and 'even-betters'...
And cupboards full of junk and even more!
I have yet another drink,
Now I'm beginning to think
You'll be walking in right-now through that door.

When I turn another page
To a different time, a different age,
An emptiness turns the joy into sorrow...
All those things that you'd say -
It seems just like yesterday!
How I wish that you were there for Tomorrow...

... tomorrow!

Sometimes, when you over-think,
There are tears in your eyes 'cause you forgot to blink,
Tears of love, tears in ink ...

The light starts fading, the minutes go by –

You’ve decided, yet you still ask 'why'...

Change is constant, Permanence is fleeting;
If this is the rule, why does it feel like I'm cheating?

Yesterday is gone for good...
And I'd bring it back... if I only could!
Today is grossly misunderstood...

And then Tomorrow, everything will change -

The people you’re with will be out of range...

For Change is constant, Permanence is fleeting;
'Different' happens and keeps repeating!

If only there was this magic potion,
That would block that steady stream of emotion;
Yes, an obscure, wishful notion...

You shrug off Today and get set for Tomorrow -

Maximize Hope and Minimize Sorrow...

'Cause Change is constant, Permanence is fleeting;
We toil and we struggle, yet we're still 'competing'!

jerry's song...

Back then, when I could 'fly',

Before they clipped my wings,

I used to be that special guy

Who could do those fancy things...

But that was then and this is now;

I often sit and wonder how,

While Jacob strums on his guitar and Jerry sings...

I can no longer recall the words he said,

As my fist went crashing into the side of his head -

He fell right to the floor and just died!

Then I remembered her face,

The shame, the disgrace,

And how she'll never find a safe place to hide...

On that goddamn day,

I would've gotten away,

If Martha and Jenny hadn't lied!

The Judge was King, glaring back in rage,

And I, the Jester, centre-stage -

The verdict was but obvious all along!

Then I remembered her face,

The shame, the disgrace,

Yes, I was sure I'd done no wrong.

And on that fateful day,

As they were locking me away,

In my head, I was singing Jerry's song...

Back then, when I could 'fly',

Before they clipped my wings,

I used to be that 'special' guy

Who could do those 'fancy' things...

My past, severe, is still unclear;

I ask for yet another beer,

While Jacob strums on his guitar and Jerry sings...

...high!

The clock keeps ticking…

Clear and loud inside your head;

It is perhaps the echo of a pounding heart.

In this solemn silence,

Drops of water ‘crash’ onto the sink…

There is a sudden confusion…

As you lie motionless, almost dead;

Reality and illusion cannot be told apart.

‘Suspended’, you panic,

For you now attempt to think…

Mild at first, but soon profound…

This ‘numbness’ begins to spread;

The world around you turns into Modern Art.

You are captive, ‘trapped’ –

You can neither speak nor blink…

The minutes seem like hours…

In this dreary realm of dread.

The ‘disease’ then begins to depart;

And leaves your bewildered mind wondering:

What on Earth was in that drink!

mutiny...!

The 'king' does not deserve his crown, he is unworthy of his throne!

Mutiny...

Then scrutiny -

They won't leave him alone;

For the gloves are now off and his cover is blown!

Jewels? Hah! Look again - those are cheap imitations.

Diplomacy -

Won't work, you see?

Too many allegations!

There he is, tripping on his own limitations...

...the adversary!

I brandish my sword with an air of defiance - a picture of arrogance and skill...
Throughout this seemingly endless chase,
I have never caught a glimpse of his face...
I am in pursuit of a villain, an imposter, a foe - I will strike him down, I will kill!

On this nearly infinite, uncharted expanse, I search for clues in the ‘mist’...
Fighting the storms of misery and pain,
I cross this uneven, uncertain terrain...
I will not retreat, nor accept defeat – I will move on; I must persist.

I follow him through the sands of time, and the mirages of uncertainty...
Then, just as I turn another blind bend,
My arduous journey comes to an end...
This is no mere shadow – it is him – I have made my tryst with destiny!

On a night that never ends, we duel – there is rain and there is blood...
And as soon as his weariness begins to show,
I deliver a powerful, lethal blow...
My adversary cries out in despair, in anguish and falls into the mud!

Disarmed, wounded – he is where I want him – I will now see the end of this...
But, what follows is a cruel surprise,
He laughs mockingly and removes his disguise...
I am shocked and numb with disbelief... I am my own nemesis!