resurrectionist

 

yesterday’s blues     are a kick in the bollocks     I try to avoid them     but they still burn me down      they poisoned my blood    with a dubious concoction    they said it was an accident      I say it was foolishness      but we all agree something went wrong        because I died on the pillow     while my mind birthed a nightmare        I was walking in my sleep     casting heavy shadows        but I could not escape       they’d locked all the doors

I really can’t recall       everything that happened     but hallucinatory fragments coalesce in horror     a gory exhumation        the dead and near dead rising    I conversed with demons who seemed familiar and fluid    and feasted with ghosts who once were friends of mine       it’s a reoccurring dream      an affliction of memory    I’ve tasted my death and it plays on my mind 

runaway

 

I’ve had thirty years      to perfect my excuses      but sometimes things just happen       for no particular reason       one day I rolled up empty        my heart was no longer in it         that place was slowly killing me         I had to escape my fate      I had to get away      

you can call me selfish      but I was made that way through pressure     I could not face the future the world had planned for me      I visited you today       to put fresh flowers on your grave         and I wondered again what might have been        if I had not run that day

how to be a man

 

the genie is out of the bottle      all magical thought is bogus      I’ll take no comfort there        I’m as good as my conscience dictates      as good as reason allows     anyway, I have nothing to defend      my ambitions are explicit    I’m striving to be human    I have no expectation of a heavenly reward      I am both innocent and worldly      blessed and cursed in equal measure      but I have it in my power to give my life meaning         the only thing that interests me now     is how to be a man

blooded

 

I fought  hard and long     I’m due my day of rest       coz I lived through my darkest hour    and I’m the stronger for it       I once had the curse      I had it something chronic     I developed me some moves     which were totally suicidal        I made an awful mess of things    and don’t expect to be forgiven     but it doesn’t really matter now    I’m just grateful for the experience        it’s been an education       I can move on with my life now      bloody nose and all