THE HURTING.

You say you thought you’d changed me
And so to become one of your own
But indignant in realisation
I was still the same after all
Myself, what I’ve always wanted to be
Beholding to no-one and barely a product
Making headway as I only know how.

I can give over part of myself
To furnish your life with friendship
But sublimation is too high a cost
One I cannot bare for anyone
Born to be, me I must be.

The talk moves on to anger
And we drift further apart
Not understanding the others reasons
Nor sharing the hopes and fears.

We are two people never alike
Forced by circumstance to share a roof
But not a life as well
Or are we.

I wonder sometimes if this is all
That comes when it goes beyond
That point on the horizons where hope came in
Contentment is a niche carved like a glove
And though we don’t stay there long
We always know just where to go.

A token gesture trying hard to give in
Rebuffed because it seeks not to surrender
One life to another, now that’s being sh***ed on.

Don’t talk of anger, of it not being fair
When each has to make his way
We can only give over part of existence
To be manipulated by the individual
There must be a part left whole to seek
What curls the toes in firelight
What reeks of sentimental circumstance.

Now angers flared its far too late to excuse
The hatred in the heart, what is wanted of this soul
I cannot give what I don’t have.

GRUM

HOW LONG.

How long must I wait
For the decision on life
How long should I give it
Before I take my leave.

So I played a game or two
And challenged the noble house
But was it just and true
To end the beginning here.

Well I

HOLDING ON (TWO IN THE MORNING).

Did you ever wake at two in the morning
And wonder why you couldn’t hold onto the feeling
No matter how hard you shut your eyes
It Always seemed to evade your grasp.

Colder is the space beside you
The warmth that dwelt has long departed
No more sunny smiles to melt the snow
Lying like lead upon the slow beating heart.

And though the paper with ink barely dry
Lies before your eyes beckoning you to enter in
It is never quite the same as when
The loving touch caresses your skin.

Well, its more than just a memory
And that can never be let go
The distance between the ages are
Transported by unity of thoughts to be as one.

When you wake again at two in the morning
Remember its there to be had always beside you
Colder or warmer now it seems so very real
Never deny it was ever there.

Impression left by blissful sentiments
Lies like the rumpled sheet beneath your toes
Always to haunt you, taunt you, be with you
Giving what the moulder can not always be.

Living in this land of screams
You know its not what you inherit
So look to the alter, your disinheritence
Capture the moment and keep it there, it’s your forever.

Here is the fortune waiting to be discovered
Deep within the slumber hour and there’s the rub
We are of course still life looking forward
To what is to become of us.

Well when you wake, at two in the morning
And wonder where it all went, remember
It’s here for you and always will be.

GRUM

HIGHLANDS.

In the highlands, where we once roamed
Lived a duo, that helped us along
By the night we weren’t really there
Only our hearts to be set free.

Highway robbery they say
Contained in hope not hurting you
This is the highlands, highlands brave
Here in the highlands we were set free.

Never hurt, nor be let hurt
Only take from those to give
Share and share, and share alike
It was the word from back of a bike.

In the highlands we were one
Living our lives through what we felt
In the highlands we are one.

The mist crawls slowly ‘cross the glen
Hide the barren features well
But on a lonely metal steed
There lives a hero waiting there.

Blossom so does, all the love
No victim, no crime or so they say
How is the piper meant to play
Like the wolf man he is a clown.

Oh in the highlands time stands still
Just for a moment it isn’t real
And there we laid to rest our hopes and fears
But not for long could ignore them.

How the winding roads lead to here
A path is beaten to my door
The mist within one slowly lifts
Joy is the harbinger I can destroy.

Look into my eyes what do you see
Not for a hope but a memory
And now the dust settles here
Caught but not alone they three are as one
So much the heroes and heroine.

Oh in the highlands …

GRUM

HEADLESS CHILDREN.

Time is the demon
Come to claim its crown
Tying the knot to keep it here
It shapes the shapeless lives.

At the headless cross
We pay for forgiveness
Sell our souls, SOS
Like headless children
We run without a thought.

The future is another crime
We have yet to commit
How can we suffocate
Those that want life.

At the headless cross
We pay for forgiveness
Sell our souls, SOS
Like headless children
We run without a thought.

But no-one asks us
How we want to be
They claim we owe them ought
Though they have yet to think.

At the headless cross
We pay for forgiveness
Sell our souls, SOS
Like headless children
We run without a thought.

Never asked what has been seen
Who cares that this reality might fade
Who cares that its not what we need
To live a life to be free – life.

Well you can say the selfish lie
And you can hold it all against them
But what is selfishness any way
The denial by others of free will
What do you think is done to me.

At the headless cross
We pay for forgiveness
Sell our souls, SOS
Like headless children
We run without a thought.

There is no heart to lie
Its gone the moments lost
And here we are born alone
We live without a hope.

Now you and I are two
The one memory has gone
Beyond the pale to second place
But never to breathe again.

At the headless cross
We pay for forgiveness
Sell our souls, SOS
Like headless children
We run without a thought.

GRUM