The Weary Vagabond

The ways of the world have wrung me worn
And foes have made me forlorn
Though in wealth and privilege I was not born
But to devotion, freedom and liberty I am solemnly sworn

An Ode to Advertising

In my dreary dreams I walked alone
Down a path of shimmering stones
Under the glow of a neon light
I had a peek of the peons' plight

And in the faint light I saw
Believers before their prophet
Straining to hear his every drawl
His promises of power and profit

"Fools," I scorned, "You have no idea
Ensnared by woven webs of lies,
You forsake all that is truly dear."
Alas, none would hear my dire decry

So I trod on with a sigh
His will I could not defy
And so it was and always shall be
But who am I to judge to this degree?

The Grief of Being True

To say the things he truly feels
And not those of one who kneels
Such is the mark of a man

Though in his sun-scorched skin he stands tall
Who will be there when he falls?
For each faithful fan
A dozen more shall pan

Summers Long Gone

I got my first real two-wheel
Bought it at the three and flea
Rode it till i bruised my heel
It was the summer of '93

Me and some boys from school
Had a clan and played real hard
Tommy quit, Timmy threw a fit
I should have known we'd never get far

Oh when I look back now
That summer seemed to last forever
And should the sands of time allow
I'd still want to be there
Those were the best days of my life

Ain't no use in whining
When you had a class to pass
Rode up the range to the railing
And that's when I met you, lass

Standing on the hilltop porch
You told me you would wait forever
Oh and when I felt that scorch
I knew it was now or never
Those were the best days of my life

I guess nothing can last forever
Looking at what's came and gone
Now we're lost in our endeavours
Sometimes I still weigh it up and wonder what went wrong
It was the summer of '03

Inspired by Bryan Adams' Summer of '69

The Dew at Dusk

Dusk's last drop of dew
Fathomed the fate of few
She glided down the blade
Yet lingered at the edge
What allure adhered her to the sedge
As such to abhor the everglade?

Borrowed Time

The Devil's time I borrow
To fill the void in my burrow
Yet I wallowed in my sorrow

Till the weaver of the morrow
Spun the fall of the sparrow
And sent a chill down my marrow

Henceforth it struck me as narrow
To dwell on the sands of sorrow
And thus on them I boldly blow

Death

Devoid of heat, curling in your sweet embrace
Deafened by your heartbeat, reeling like post-race
I stood in awe of your feat, as your gaze held me in place
Your lurid beauty blinds me like mace
And I succumb with a sweet grimace

As the curtains draw...

The show ends and I take a bow
Swept by a poignant undertow
I thank my guests for coming now
And wept like I have never known

Basking in the afterglow
I turn from the drawing shutters
As a lone rose flutters
Upon my dying shadow

Caffeine

Oh my lovely caffeine
Without you i lose focus
My hate for you i do not feign
Though you say my love for you is no curse
Yet your fervor makes me faint
Now i think it's a bunch of hocus
As on my shirt you leave your stain