my gauntlet

i wish i could be detached
like you advise me to be,
but life misses me
and is running towards me
like there is no tomorrow,
and as if id been gone for years
not mere months

i hope you conquer your shite
its so liberating
you have no idea
how good it felt
when i finally realised
that her deep rooted scar
had left me alone
and that i had finally healed

a real sense of freedom ensued
..........and i celebrated by dying

but dont take this the wrong way,
i never stopped pursuing life,
life loves me,
i just had been retrospecting
and finding my way,

you sometimes
have to lose it to reach it
and crease it to juice it

a prolonged derangement of the senses
is sometimes just what the doctor ordered

through the window open wide

i saw the emptiness inside

with which she just could not relate

go on and blame it on a simple twist of fate…

the party

so what became of the likely lads?
what became of the dreams we had?
whatever became of forever?
what became of the unbreakable gang?
what became of the songs we so sang?
what became of forever?

yeah.... i know....
fuck forever....no ?
we'll never know

o radiant fuckery !
please grant us one more chance
to perform our malarky
and please let us go on
with our big party

for we know nothing else