Tuesday, 30 June 2020
Four times Four.
I think I see the horsemen come,
We have to turn the final page.
It's pointless now to turn and run,
From sixteen legged violent rage.
We had to turn the final page,
The ending can't be turned away.
This sixteen legged violent rage,
Cannot be stopped or held at bay.
The ending can't be turned away,
The darkness merging Earth and sky.
We shall be stopped and held at bay,
It's us or them, and they can't die.
The darkness merging Earth and sky,
Is spreading up and left and right.
It's us or them, and they can't die,
It's they who come to stretch the night.
It's spreading up and left and right,
As chaos rips the tended ground.
I see who comes to stretch the night,
I see their hate at what they've found.
As chaos rips the tended ground,
The wounds that come are quick and deep.
I see the hate at what they've found,
I see the waves so dark and steep.
The wounds that come are quick and deep,
The place we knew is ripped apart.
I hear the waves so dark and steep,
That vie to be the beating heart.
The place we knew is ripped apart,
The light has gone, the world is blind.
We vied to be the beating heart,
Our master race of human kind.
The light has gone, the world is blind,
I think I hear the horsemen come.
Our master race of human kind,
It's pointless now to turn and run.
Thursday, 4 June 2020
I need to find myself a home.
To start I'll need my own full stop.
I want to use my own front door,
By turning round my perfect key.
I'll put my things just where I like,
I'll paint it black if that's my want.
A place for me is all I want.
Don't need to borrow someone's home.
I'll fill it with the things I like,
No one to make me change or stop.
My happiness will have its key.
My opening will have a door.
I'll shut the world behind my door.
I'll plant a tree, and if I want,
I'll find a place to hide a key,
In case I'm locked out of my home.
I'll build a place where time can stop,
And stock the fridge with things I like.
I won't allow what I don't like,
So mushrooms won't get through the door.
I want a place where friends can stop,
I'll make them tea, and if they want,
They can stay over in my home.
A house is home, and that's the key.
I could just give my friends a key,
And they could come round when they like.
I want my guests to feel at home,
As soon as they come through the door.
The simple things are all I want,
So complication needs to stop.
That limbo world can also stop,
I think I have the magic key,
That has the power, should I want,
To fill my world with things I like.
The things that only I adore,
Because it's no one else's home.
I'll have to stop what I dislike,
I'll lose the key to my old door,
As all I want is my new home.