NckTrickster

Riverside Pub I have my Shirley Temple, it rests next to me; From where I sit, the bright moonlight I see; Across the river, buildings stand proudly; Their lights in reflections, very very lovely; Several metres away, some people are dancing; I am here in the corner, just writing and writing; The atmosphere gets warmer, more people arrive; At first tired and dying, slowly they start to jive; Over at the counter, bartenders get busy; A flip and a toss, they make it seem so easy; As the night wears off, there is a change in mood; People are leaving, they don\'t feel good; Hence, my drink I finish, my pens I keep; I shall take my l

Cry, Cry, Cry out in pain out in rage Cry, Cry, Cry for me for yourself Cry, Cry, Cry for the world for the child Cry, Cry, Cry for all the hurt for all the anger Cry, Cry, Cry for all those lost for all those found Cry, Cry, Cry so that you voice rises up like a belmoth driven by pain so that your cry can overcome all your hurt all your pain all your rage Cry, Cry, Cry raise your voice and cry for those who\'ve discovered drugs for those who\'ve discovered sex for those who\'ve discovered money for those who\'ve discovered death, life, joy, love Cry, Cry, Cry cry till your voice is lost Cry, Cry, Cry till

Scream out loud Until no-one hears your Endless agitation Reach its peak He opened his eyes today Saw all that he\'d never Noticed before Breathe in deep And show them all you\'re Better than they ever Thought you\'d be He closed his mouth for once Heard all the things he Had always ignored Kicked down again They told you all your Values is spent You wasted it all He spoke his mind today Said all every word he had Bottled inside Take it all out on Inanimate objects Inside of your dungeon Your room, cold and dark He finally drew his curtains Looked out at the world That he\'d never seen Take in one deep breath Of f

Around we go, Around we go, Around we go, The merry-go-round isn\'t so merry anymore When angry words were really a Cheap trick to try to change The coordination of the conversation. To bad the thorns, Of that pretty rose, So readily reawake the rhythm Of the bloodstream while swimming In salt solution of the sea, And then you drown in the emotion of it all. So wistfully wanting to take the thorny words Back after the blessed and bloody Situation has settled. And so you gloomfully go on, Always awaiting an opportunity To correct the conversations that Gypped your dreams Of you and she. Optimistic of Pessimistic? Either w