Fly beside me

Can you feel that wary frisson
I wish you were more lissome
when the twain does meet
ya gotta be up and on your feet
you think yer playing safe
and you treat me like a waif
but you know that yer wrong
to keep me waiting for so long
old scars ache,you start reminiscing
for heaven's sake,NOW is what yer missing
you think you'll get hurt again
but you wont,I know your pain
ya gotta learn to trust me
dont leave me alone or encrust me
I've got you in my sights
when I perch in my lofty heights
like an eagle from the sky
when I see you I soar high
the air on top is lonely
but that'll change if only
you decide to fly beside me
dont let the clouds hide me

Rap-sody in Blue

Trippin' over little things
hopin' for wondrous flings
quittin' in the boxing ring
gropin' like a blind king
life's gettin bitter how
I feel like a quitter now
trapped in this slaughter pit
deserted and I've lost my wit
there's a glimmer in sight
in this moonless night
the stars decide to bless me
they send you to fetch me
you throw me a rope
you fill me with hope
but I've afraid to grab it
are you the mystic white rabbit?
will you pull me out
will you slay my doubts
take me to your wonderland
my ships been flying unmanned
let me ride on your train of thought
and linger in your parking lot
but I find your air of silence
and your picket fence
quite unnerving,dont you feel
ain't I deserving,dont make me kneel
when you pass my way
check to cheek I wanna sway
see, the music's just begun
girl, you know I'm the one
Is this the song you need
to hear to make you heed
don't think I'm just flirtin'
ya know that I'm also courtin'
girl,walk into my life
I need you be my wife
we'll make a lovely scene
me the king and you my Queen

The Crimson river

'neath the campus grounds runs a crimson river
the lone gunner sought to take them all
the vengeful Class warrior, forced to pull the trigger
his aim was clear and final,the devil had called

these virgin lands of sacred learning
now blackened by this tragic crime of hate
not long before you see more stakes burning
up in arms they'll all be, oh cruel arms of fate

a wordsmith was he,but one engulfed by rage
the gun dwarfed the pen ,he spoke of being cornered
and now as the cops survey the bloody wreckage
they find he'd harbored delusions of a martyr's honor

32 rang the toll of dead,and plenty fighting to survive
the gunner scared of life,decided to take his own life too
'morrow these horrors will be recalled by those who're alive
only to find them being repeated,under another blood stained hue

The guardsmen have departed

The guardsmen have departed for a reason
deserting you in your hour of need
you think they oughta be tried for high treason
you shoulda stopped exploiting them for your greed

"you'll get by fine", one of them says
"but but ya gotta open your eyes",says the other
your smug faith has led you to decay
you gotta confess to your blood brother

the lone ranger , now you gotta stride
in search of truth ,to find your salvation
passing by strangers,to find your bride
yer riding through the sands of starvation

the guardsmen have departed for a reason
deserting you in your hour of need
its gonna be one long and lonesome season
but your gates are unwatched now,you've been freed

"call us when you need us" ,one of them says
"but weigh them with care,lest they're trivial", says the other
yer sails are ready for the seas, anchors aweigh
yer the captain and the crew,both as one and not another

the solitary sailor, now ya gotta sail
in search of honest shores to find your soul
your keel may get dented,but you shall not quail
your mortal flesh may flinch, ya gotta face the cold

the guardsmen have departed for a reason
deserting you in your hour of need
the crown of glory,it sure ain't free,son
the league of honor,ya gotta be worthy of its creed

Hope

What good is hope, when all it causes is intemperate hurt
when of all the things you seek,you are denied its comfort
what good is hope, when all it inflicts upon you is pain
when you seek eternal joy and only end up with refrain
what good is hope, when all you hear is its silence
when you seek its aural tingle but are left asking "whence"
what good is hope, when all you behold is its darkness
when the image of the love you seek is only an illusory mess
what good is hope, when everything you've craved for is denied
when the promise of amelioration decides to withdraw itself and hide
what good is hope, when you have lost your faith in Hope itself
for its elusive charms will someday smile upon you to help you find yourself

On the road again

Once yer past the gates,yer free to fly or fall
you'll probably end up getting stonewalled
go to her,she calls to you in silent whispers
but watch out that it don't cause no blisters

you've got miles to go before you cross the border
you've got plenty of rubber to burn,highway fodder
dont race too soon lest you swerve off track
but dont slow down yet,else you'll fall way back

there're signposts erected all along the footpath
watch the traffic,you dont want no bloodbath
better get yer blinkers fixed,son,they've gone dead
gotta let her know the direction in which yer headed

your highway's leading straight to the truth
can you feel the heat beneath your boots?
doesn't the hot leather make you squirm?
ya know yer on trial, ya gotta stay firm

Flying High

I'm flying high,high over these lonely roads
passing over uncrowned treetrunks
high over fallen hedgerows
I guess my fears are now defunct

I'm flying high,high over these misty mountains
soaring past eagles,brave and proud
high over these barren sands
I guess I've risen above the crowd

I'm flying high,high over ravaged meadows
passing through clouds,white and pure
high over these deserted shores
I guess I've found my cure

I'm flying high,high over these stormy seas
soaring past those false horizons
I've found serenity and peace
I guess a new dawn's sun has risen

Call to arms

The pipers at the gates,sounding his final clarion
you're running late, but you've got to carry on
there're unfinished deals waiting to be sealed
forgotten promises to be kept and faith to be healed
the hourglass is running on empty,slow down oh sands of time
things to do aplenty,your indecision is but,a punishable crime
past glories have been laid to rest in search of fresh battles
fear not the hot iron brand,run free among unherded cattle
revel in those frenetic moments over uncharted realms
feast in the meadows of evergreen hopes and dreams
and feed those famished desires till they come to life
the august harvest is at arms reach and the time is ripe
to spring into shoots from subterranean roots of fear
let not another chance pass by,for it will cost you dear
for the hallows of past regrets will haunt you, perennial
and you'll find yourself battling against constant denial
for what is a victory if not laced with loss and harm
never hesitate to loudly answer the call to arms
as the hour of glory draws closer,the battlelines have been drawn
courage and might shall take you through to see victorious dawns

Until you speak

Until you speak,
my heart will wait
along this silent creek
for the flow of words,innate?

until you speak,
I will refrain
from sharing dreams I seek,
dormant,its seeds shall remain

until you speak,
the truth won't brandish
if its mighty or weak,
to feed a soul,famished

until you speak,
hope's dove will stay caged
an olive branch on its beak,
craving for peace to be waged