Harsh words

Puppet on a String?

Emotions are not marionettes, Nay not puppets on strings

Not toys to be treated as play things, Not fish to be caught on a hook

Pull a string and see the poor boy dance, To the tune of a convoluted romance

No hooks, no barbs in true love, Nay don’t treat me that way, No directing my life as a play...

 The knight has been too chivalrous, Dropping his life to save the damsel in distress

In the end his life a mess, Falling out of the saddle

And dragged behind his horse just for the ride, Denting his armour and his pride

I don’t dance to the beat of a whimsical drum, Today I choose not to be someone else’s fun!

To Thine Own Self Be True

How did I let myself get so entwined, In a web of emotional intrigue that had me in bind

Deeper and deeper I tumbled into the void

The chasm of lust so deep and wide, A pit where my sanity was slowly being destroyed

Ozzy’s lyrics of paranoid resonates, As I tear myself away from one of hells gates

"finished with my woman coz she couldn’t help me with my mind"

Is an understanding woman so hard to find?

To thine own self be true, Can leave a man feeling blue

To pursue a road that is narrow, By others standards is often shallow

No sex, no drugs, no wine, Treading a path to the divine

Returning to old boundaries, No longer allowing self to tease

Mr. Hyde back under lock and key, Being true to myself tis the only way to be

Who are you?

Who are you?, You call yourself a friend who is true

What lies behind the false grin?, I don’t know the person anymore who I’ve allowed in

You give with one hand and take with both, I’ve seen and spoken before owning my truth

Who are you who weaseled your way back in?, I see a little clearer as your mask wears thin

A self seeking man who can’t see beyond the end of his own nose

Full of false care and concern not really giving a hoot about others woes

Seeing chances to exploit, Your friendship ends now at this point

I now shut the gate, Thanks but no thanks mate

Goodbye is so final but I say this now to you...

Soliloquy of the Adoptee

Born into an uncaring world, A fearful father who abandons his lover

A good little catholic girl torn in two, Wondering and unsure what to do

Gives the child up thinking it’s for the best, Little did nor does she know

A social worker looks at wealth, Instead of checking mental health

A childless couple seeking to escape societal shame, Thinking the womb to be lame

Three years on they have a child of their own, Off to the shelf with the old toy

The rage of rejection flourishes and grows, As the adopted one sees that which he gets not

Hugs and tucked into bed for their own, Inside the adoptee feels so alone

His anger at the woman he calls mother grows, With every tiriad of her blows

High expectations and a nice dose of shame, As the adoptee is told he could do better again

He speaks but is seldom heard

Food, drawing and excess of adrenaline are his comforts, As he recedes from life and family

By 7 he’s had enough and attempts to flee, Back home to an unmemorable response

By 10 he just wants out and thinks to end it all, Fear stops him in his tracks from under a car taking a fall

Angered and embittered the adoptee grows, A shroud of shame for clothes

How would his life growing up have been, If physical nurturing for him had been seen

The Race

The rules have been laid down, and the games go on as I frown

What happened to common decency?, As the games increase in tempo and frequency

To thine own self be true, That’s all I can do

Love some, trusting few and at the same time paddling my own canoe

Not letting the paddle pass into anothers hands, Or letting others freely rent out my headland

Tis time to let go and move on, The marathon which should have been a sprint has been run