Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Halt! Hush! Hark!




Phone please, ring not, trill not,
Interrupt not my short break,
Nothing could be more important,
Madame hath to get her rest.

Boyfriend please, go away, stay away,
Care yes, from a distance,
Let me have this 3 days to myself,
Have you not things to do by thyself?
Be with the boys, glue self to the screen,
Handsomely I will reward, you, I give my word.

Girlfriend please, no shopping, no hen night,
This time I am enough company,
No ranting, just decompressing,
I know my way to the spa,
I can pick the colour of my nail polish,
Worry not,
Say hullo to Mary for me, drinks on me,
I'll hear all about it once I return.

You know not how to relax,
Thou hasn't learnt to catch thy breathe,
Run and run you run, have you no stop?
The things you chase, won't they come to you?
What you chase, always runs from you, they say.

Lie down my stubborn body and recuperate,
Rest oh big head, and catch a snooze,
Here, take this happy pill,
It'll calm your nerves, maybe knock you out,
A couple of hours, sleep hard,
Forget thy tribulations, find peace, reconcile.

Forget the drink, it will do you no good,
Never has, don't fight this, its true,
Make peace with self forgive your iniquities,
Embrace who you are, fight not your fate,
Make the best of what you possess,
Take not for granted those offering a hand,
Dream again, breathe afresh, walk anew,
Rebirth, second chance, new slab.

Friday, October 1, 2010

Your pencil skirt



So you are in love with someone else,
someone who burns within your soul,
I hear you've never felt so alive,
so much desire beyond control.

When we spent summers at the waterfalls
and you said these were the perfect days,
I believed you.
Now you can tell some lies about the good times you haven't had
But I have tongued you more than twice,
and I like it when you tell me to stop,
Oh its turning me on oN ON,
When you raise your pencil skirt,
Like a veil before my eyes.

Well i know that you are engaged to him,
But i know you want something to play with.
I'll be around when he is not in town,
Then I'll show you how you are doing it wrong.
We share the same city and feel the same song
so when winter comes and the bomb drops
don't let me be the last to know
How you are feeling, where you are.

Creation is gone crazy and the TV is mad
Now you are the only sane thing that I have.