Sunday Morning Saviour

Sunday morning saviour in an ashtray by my bed.
Still smouldering from last night’s habit that I fed.
Four empty jars of ale and two dozen cigarettes.
The demons gonna get me if it hasn’t got me yet.

Memories flood my thoughts, like a broken photograph.
Good times once partaken, now splinters in the glass.
Sliced straight down the middle is the one of you and me.
Fading into subconscious, getting hard for me to see.

So I’ll pick up all the pieces, put them back where they belong.
Keep the whiskey in the jar like an old Thin Lizzy song.
Fight back all the urges, keep them lock up in a cage.
Hide in a dark corner until the beckoning voice fades.

But the urges crawl beneath my skin like a parasitic louse.
Sneaking in to my psyche as quiet as a mouse.
Whispering sweet nothings, stalking their weak prey.
Dragging me down deeper, ready to pounce and slay.

But your beauty, it still lingers, deep inside my mind.
Trapped behind a locked door, waiting for me to find.
The key to crack the code, to decipher all my dreams.
To find what I’ve been looking for, to set my poor heart free.

The Conflict of a Lonely Man

Walking a fine line.
Between forbidden love and lust.
My vision is blurred.

I’ll Hang On

It’s like I’m on another plain,
Or a man made out of cellophane,
They’ll look at me but I’ll be damned if they see.
Just a rambling man without a home,
No destination and no soul,
No place to lay down my weary head.
But I’ve seen it in a million bars,
The same damn thing just miles apart,
It ain’t nothing new but, hell, it don’t hurt any less.

But I’ll…hang…on…

You’re just another hopeless dream,
And I’m just a train without steam,
And a broken track a couple miles ahead.
But if you’d look at me and really see,
The good man that’s inside of me,
Then maybe you can save me from the wreckage.

So I’ll…hang…on…

I’ll hang on, to the blind hope,
To faith that I won’t stay broke,
To the sound of your voice at the wrong end of the phone.
To the voice that’s inside me,
Guiding me back to where your heart beats,
To place that I once, and the place I will, call home.
Yeah I’ll hang on.

Like a mother bird to its nest.
Like the stories of a seasoned vet.
Like a rambler out there on his own.
I’ll hang on to my family.
I’ll hang on to the memories.
And I’ll hang to my rucksack of broken dreams.

I’ll…hang…on.
I’ll…hang…on.
Yeah I’ll…hang…on.

I’ll hang on, to the blind hope,
To faith that I won’t stay broke,
To the sound of your voice at the wrong end of the phone.
To the voice that’s inside me,
Guiding me back to where your heart beats,
To place that I once, and the place I will, call home.
Yeah I’ll hang on.
I’ll hang on.
I’ll hang on.

National Poetry Day: All I Need

Happy National Poetry Day everyone!

Sadly I haven’t got anything new to publish at the moment, so I’m going to republish my poem/song with my most likes 🙂

All I Need

You and me.
Was all I need.
All the time.

Thought I’d found.
Everything.
And everyone.

But people don’t change.
Everyone stays the same.
Always just wanting to find that perfect one.

Never forget.
This pain and this loneliness.
Showing you’re broken heart that it can still feel.

Just turn back around.
To the love that you once found.
Back to the dancing flames that burned within our hearts.

I can’t see.
Anything.
Without you.

Look at me.
And you’ll see.
Endlessly.

But we’re all the same.
We’re blinded by our pain.
Just waiting for a chance to open up.

Please never let.
The aching in your chest.
Make you turn back from a better life.

Just look straight ahead.
Remember what you said.
You only get one chance to find that perfect one.

But I though I’d found.
All I’ll need.
Endlessly.

Me, Myself and I

It’s night time again, so excuse me, my brother.
If I reach for that bottle of gin, my sweet lover.
It drowns out the pain and noise in my head.
It’s soothes that old burning ache in my chest.
Because tonight it’s me, myself and I.

So do not worry if I have more than one.
Just join in with me and my sad country songs.
It’s just that one something that I need to do.
While I’m sat on the floor and thinking of you.
When I’m alone with me, myself and I.

Me, myself and I.
Me, myself and I.
I guess I should stop before it goes too far.
It’s lonely at times but it covers the scars.
When it’s me, myself and I.

Life keeps on ticking like a comfy old watch.
I’ve got to get out before both of them stop.
Just throw on a coat and jump on my bike.
Ride as the wind blows cobwebs off my life.
It’s me, myself and I.

Me, myself and I.
Me, myself and I.
I guess I should stop before it goes too far.
It’s lonely at times but it covers the scars.
When it’s me, myself and I.

When I look in the mirror it’s the same guy that I see.
A couple more greys and lines upon me.
It makes no difference and it matters not.
When it’s only me who sees what I’ve got.
Because it’s just me, myself and I.

Me, myself and I.
Me, myself and I.
I guess I should stop before it goes too far.
It’s lonely at times but it covers the scars.
When it’s me, myself and I.

Same Old Story

I speak truthfully now, like thine Othello,
For I’ve loved not wisely, but all too well.
And in discontent I slumber alone,
Detatched and bereft, an unwanted solitude.

The Romantic Verses: Part VI

Emerald green, the bitter sea.
Drags me hither, to shores forsook.
From whence I came, a riddle perturbed.
When lonesome, I wander, a barron brook.

The Romantic Verses: Part V

Unrequited, this love of mine.
Invisible like a man of glass.
Surfeited with insignificance.
Trampled like a cold morass.

All I Need

You and me.
Was all I need.
All the time.

Thought I’d found.
Everything.
And everyone.

But people don’t change.
Everyone stays the same.
Always just wanting to find that perfect one.

Never forget.
This pain and this loneliness.
Showing you’re broken heart that it can still feel.

Just turn back around.
To the love that you once found.
Back to the dancing flames that burned within our hearts.

I can’t see.
Anything.
Without you.

Look at me.
And you’ll see.
Endlessly.

But we’re all the same.
We’re blinded by our pain.
Just waiting for a chance to open up.

Please never let.
The aching in your chest.
Make you turn back from a better life.

Just look straight ahead.
Remember what you said.
You only get one chance to find that perfect one.

But I though I’d found.
All I’ll need.
Endlessly.

Sunday Morning Saviour – A Poem

Sunday morning saviour in an ashtray by my bed.
Still smouldering from last night’s habit that I fed.
Four empty jars of ale and two dozen cigarettes.
The demons gonna get me if it hasn’t got me yet.

Memories flood my thoughts, like a broken photograph.
Good times once partaken, now splinters in the glass.
Sliced straight down the middle is the one of you and me.
Fading into subconscious, getting hard for me to see.

So I’ll pick up all the pieces, put them back where they belong.
Keep the whiskey in the jar like an old Thin Lizzy song.
Fight back all the urges, keep them lock up in a cage.
Hide in a dark corner until the beckoning voice fades.

But the urges crawl beneath my skin like a parasitic louse.
Sneaking in to my psyche as quiet as a mouse.
Whispering sweet nothings, stalking their weak prey.
Dragging me down deeper, ready to pounce and slay.

But your beauty, it still lingers, deep inside my mind.
Trapped behind a locked door, waiting for me to find.
The key to crack the code, to decipher all my dreams.
To find what I’ve been looking for, to set my poor heart free.