Second hand lover

Second hand lover, with the face of another, wearing a warning grin,Second hand lover, with the face of another, living in sin,All she wanted was a cheap thrill,And how I longed to fit that bill,But she’s a second hand lover and I love her still, That face I see, I’d seen beforeBack In a classroom,

Word’s for Danni revisited

Standing by the waterGazing through the wavesThe reflection I am seein’Is us in the Caribbean We met at the casaAs friends were gettin’ highWe commenced a conversationAnd the hours were flying by. One week later our pathsWere to align once moreBut very much too brieflyAs you were leaving that shore It turned to romance suddenlyOn

reflections

Who’s this that stands before mejust how has it come to beI don’t quite believe what it is I see The thinning grey hairThe vacant stareOf trouble he had had his share Put on a few poundsMaking unhealthy soundsI can tell he had made the rounds The lines across your headThe struggle to get out

I just don’t do it anymore

It is not that I quitI just don’t do it anymoreI never had that one last biteOr consciously walked out that doorI’ve heard people say I quit,But really I just don’t do it anymore Some are saying it is healthierI am not so sure,Nothing is dulling my mindAnd it is shaking me to the core

Nature Conservation

Mother nature is a powerful force,one that acts without remorseIn the absence of prophets bushes burnthe volcano’s erupt and the winds turn The colours of the rainbow in the flowers in the fieldAll now gone to a single shade,All grown in a manner to maximise yieldAll planted with the plough and spade, The squirrels have

Wrapped around her finger, (Like my ring will never be)

I don’t remember when I met herI just know I was impressedher appearance was a sight to seeAnd she was fashionably dressed. The moment I first saw herI’d do anything she’d askit didn’t matter of the costor how onerous the task I am still wrapped around her fingerWhen I close my eyes she is all

Big Ben

The tears are running down the face of the clock,While I am sitting below in the streetJust listening to the tick and the tockWondering when we would next meet The memories are all I haveBut I wish they would leave me tooMaybe then I would not craveThe sight or touch of you. The river running

Alone at a table for two

I set two places at the tableplated up two portions of foodput on some old slow recordlit a candle to set the mood, Then I sat in the darknessStaring through the flameGazing at an empty spaceKnowing that I am to blame I no longer felt hungryI cast the plates asideSat there close to tearsUntil the

The crown prince

It’s hard to be the crown prince,When the world comes crashing down,I used to have a futureBut that is all gone now, In my days in school I had many dreamsTo be a pilot, a doctor, but never a thiefGradually time over took me and all of my schemesHere I stand now with nothing, nothing

Each person’s turn

Life is fragile and easily taken awayToo often too soon and for those I pray When will we learn Each person’s turn Comes too quickly in the end. Why must we hasten this short time With weapons and wars and crimeWhen will we learn Each persons turn Comes too quickly in the end. Some don’t