Galavanting 2

What's the big deal, she's such a lonely bitch
so what if I

It's the weakness I have the power I crave
that makes me dive 'twixt her thighs to hide in her cave

Like the sun, my promises cower behind a cloud of lies
but it's a real pain when the truth is revealed by those fucking spies.

Don't they have anything better to do
than to criticise me and you
after all I just consume what else is there do

So is there really a greater good that each of could see if
only I were able to let go and be free

Free from fair use the new form of abuse
free from the air free from the trees

and yes free from that sun that shines so effin brightly

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If you look at the worst around, you look back in time
and wherefore you think the future holds, it's just a state of mind.

You bring little to the table but coloured disappointment
a small problem for the host to see what ails thee today
for tomorrow you will bring ever greater failures.

Once you have dispensed your burden a blessing to you
as next time you may bring the holy ghost.

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If An Angel

If an angel exits it may be imaginary, well so I would imagine
as irrationality exists them why not thee

In this cacophony of imagination there be
peach on earth, with all that's worth
salvatory intervention if you could bride the evil to good
so why not an angel to carry thee across the infinite chasm

woe betide the angel that speaks of anything within it's realm
but know then as the angel exists I know I have a choice
to stay and delay or die and fly
it matters not to this closed world of time, well not for very long
that it matters still to me then is why I sing this song
for god demands that angels sit on high whilst I sit low
and ponder why, I sit 5 metres above the raging sea is higher than I would like to be
but much to my dying shame I scrounge form this earth

and it will not be the rising tide that comes to my aid
but the passing of time and just old age

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Only Now
Only now is the sky beginning to clear for me
and show that you and I were not meant to be

and only now I may be starting to understand you
when I left you with a child or two

my excuse is I didn't think I was good enough for
after all it wasn't a friend and father you wanted but the children I could give you

So I wandered in search of ships that could take me to a warmer shore.

Yet here I am abandoned by my self on some ancient soil
to wonder how to stop the pain I cause

That you slept with John last night is not a painful thought it just highlights that I was not here for you.

And when I arrived home to see Paul ready to take the baby for a walk I knew it wasn't my child at all but yours.

I told you I loved you but that wasn't what you wanted, you wanted more

So again I turned towards the door hardly a tear in my mind though there was a frozen waterfall

I wander not, I watch, I wait. there's just a little string upon the gate. Enter you are welcome to this ancient glacier and know you are not the only one that dies with the warming tide yet there is no place to hide.

The suffering will not end and I fear I cannot make thee mend for I am cold and I am heat and never can metoo meet.

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Ish Mah Rah Jah Bah
Ishrah n Ishmah bi Aba

Ishjah n Ishjav

Ishjah : Knock and the door shall open
Ishjav : Welcome ~ enter

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Ivan's War

I’m struck that when you talk to strangers now the conversation flows as if between two people who’ve met many times before. There is no awkwardness, no suspicion towards each other, no excessive politeness.

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