LOGIC.

Stand back, take a look at yourself
Human nature twisted to fit
Logic scrawled upon the blackboard
Luminescent in orange or green.

You see only what is real
No room for error
Man is the disjointed
Our servants feed us well.

But isn’t that the cop out
Leaving it up to cold
No hearted impulses
Boxed inside a single room.

So don’t tell me
You understand my fears
One two three that’s logical
But inside, that is real.

Now and forever is held
Facts to destroy what they built.

Say to you why is that
Because its always so
That’s no answer and no lie
So who’s to blame me or you.

Should the watcher be the persecuted
For she can perceive
Because its not written prior
Does it mean it never was?
Look, listen, this is the gold
Words, sentiments, feelings
Deep within not without
You cannot contain the thought.

Oh so you have the answer
Press this button see it rise
And 2+2=4 but they please do tell
Can the new god spell
Out the reasons why
After all what goes in
Can only come out.

GRUM

LOCKED IN.

I have seen the opening
Of a thousand hallowed halls
And I have touched the remnants
Of knowledge I’ll never hold
But from all of the faces
From all of the places
I have felt the rejection of old.

Now tight in dejection I lie
Like withered hand denied
There can be no salvation
Of the cause left long ago.

The token existence in which we relish
Can never disguise the reaches I cant
Though all is privation I had a dream one day ….

Yet sooner it ended the better for all
I cant climb the mountain for I don’t posses
The baggage that gives me the right.

Now far in the distance there is a cry
One for the ages and one for the rule
But none for the memory I have of you.

What was it like before the storm
Where the trees that now are torn
Upended and rootless they roam
Outcast and very last
But hardly alone.

So scoff, that’s alright, it matters not
There can be no return without fair
Trial by justice, trial by error
Always searching never to find.

That’s why the foundations
Built to last – have
Crumbled like the dust
Where is direction when trapped inside
Where is the solution when locked away
Who knows, who cares but I!

GRUM

LIFE ‘V’ LIFE.

There is an angel in a street
In a town not far from you
She stands alone so angelic
Yet she cries each and every day.

The signs on the wall tell her
(that) She should paint her lips
That in the end she is not
Her own woman all alone.

There is something in her eyes
That tells the struggles gone too far
Leaning against the post short of breath
She wretches fiercely in the morning stain (pain).

And the voice says “its all quite normal”
And the voice says “its all quite normal”
“Come see me again when I am sure
When the pressure bites into your heart”.

Sad and dejected by the parsimony
Scared that the gestation in only too real
She longs to die to be set free.

Did you see the posters, did you vote at all
What was the thought when you condemned
That angel oh to death, to a death never to return.

Well take a look at yourself and see
The pain, the hatred the misery
Look at the world tell what you perceive
The lost and the lonely all souls in trust
All a product of your one refrain.

Anti – the cry, life for us all
Not content with your own
Strike against those less fortunate
To spare them any way you know they will receive.

To be so callous, inflict that pain
Who are we to (totally) control their bodies
How can we claim to speak for a life
Not yet understanding, not receiving
Distant shame, humiliation
Is it all just a game to you or what you just believe?

GRUM

LETTING GO.

Solitude makes some sense
When what was had has gone
There seems so little point in
Dragging out the pain.

And so the single dimension makes its stand
Lopsided divided decision by one
Letting go feeling all the heart slip away.

Timing right to start afresh
Meet the decimal with new light
No tunnel strong enough to hold
The catcher in the rye.

And so the single dimension makes its stand
Lopsided divided decision by one
Letting go feeling all the heart slip away.

Steady as you go no regrets
What’s done is done and gone
All that’s left is fear
Fear for never knowing.

And so the single dimension makes its stand
Lopsided divided decision by one
Letting go feeling all the heart slip away.

Sweaty mornings wake with cold
Who was right who was wrong
It can never be the same – so wrong.

But stepping out to greet a changed state of mind
Is hard to capitulate to
Giving over what was to what could be.

And so the single dimension makes its stand
Lopsided divided decision by one
Letting go feeling all the heart slip away.

Destiny a faint ship on the horizon
Life but a flea floating in the field of desire
Always wanting the alter, never satisfied.

This is what is meant by sighing innocents
Staring longingly from stone archways
In the dying, crying sun of summers rest.

And so the single dimension makes its stand
Lopsided divided decision by one
Letting go feeling all the heart slip away.

Never forget, for that will hold you down
Go towards the stars you cried and be at peace.

Grum