nameless love

 Fly away in the morning

Across the mountain

Through the air

Little bird

With the broken leg

And the cold black, coal black stare

Fly from the tolling virtue

Of the church bell as it chimes

Fly away from soul in curfew

In the mission of the times

I am here in disgusted tremors

and torpid curses that you've flung

For like a land where tornedos shudder

The very foundations under the sun

I am asking for my leisure

I am asking for to be released

From hard labour of your work camp

You call joy and pleasure

But I what need is sleep and peace

The colours blind me

All the greys and faded blues

All the worn out washed out wallpapers

All the garish flowery curtains' hues

Nothing certain only aging

Only death written on every door

All this town is is a work camp

For the poor man to get poor

I am sick to my back teeth

Of my life's decisions that have

Led me here

Some disasters that I ran from

No heroics I was scared

Never been a man of action

Only been ashamed and poor

All I had, all I was born with

I have thrown away at temptation's door

All the agents of panic have caught me

All the ghosts have taught me the law

I should believe in something holy

But knowing only it is death's door

That I knock on when I'm lonely

And say I give up now, and yet want more

Tell me why? Is it my mother, is it her love

Of life that's sure

Or tell me, is it my father, is it destructive

Tendencies that endure

Through the heart break and the clamour

Of the days where glamour shines no more

And I am felled by all the lovers

Who ever loved me, who I ever professed

Or confessed my amore

And I am left with shattered armour, broken shield

Broken hearted by these loves

That never started, by these loves that grew then died

By these loves like vines in gutters

Growing up into cold skies

And still I shall stand up and be counted

bare and naked with no home nor lies

And I shall thank the heavens above me

For those loves that opened my eyes