I've had these for a while. Some published, some not. Still, I'd like to hear what some think.
The Stranger
What is the reasoning in wanting to
Dream, build, create, desire and make
When all that you want to achieve or do
Is to lay down, to never again wake?
Thought is wasted on that which I
Will never have. Sleepy dreaming
Causes nothing but pain and one to cry.
To me, I am the servant, and he king.
Foolish am I, to desire such.
When he does not want to be caught.
I am just a stranger trying to clutch;
A stranger with his eye distraught.
Certain Angles
Would it be so bad, if there was
No-one else? Just you? You alone?
No pain. No torture. Not a cause
For this ache. Until dust and bone.
If that were true, then how would you
Know the difference between the feel
Of the one, the only, the true,
And a lonely, forlorn O'Neill?
So go! Get rid! And begone!
It's with you I feel I belong.
It's you I want; but I move on.
But not forever; not for long.
So I'm Told
Who will lay here beside me,
To rid me of the cold?
Who will grant my plea?
It could be anyone. So I'm told.
A silhouetted figure, place to place.
A person, cloaked by my mind.
I'm forever gazing at a featureless face,
Searching for a none-of-a-kind.
There must be something, a catch.
Through these strained eyes - a con.
From this, one is only fit to watch.
Another floating Major Tom.
In the end, what does it matter?
It's an emotion not to be abused,
A means to hear the pitter-patter,
So I'm told. I'd only get bruised.
So they say.
A Longing Imagination
I look at you; I see the world
In those eyes, a quality so rare.
No-one else. Nowhere.
You're all I see. I don't care.
You say my name,
I bow to your feet.
My wanting heart is to blame,
Obeying a sound so sweet.
You're stranded in my heart,
Just the way it should be.
We are to stay together - never apart.
Just the way - for all eternity.
We'll talk and lay together,
Just us, just two.
I have but one question:
Who are you?
The Stranger
What is the reasoning in wanting to
Dream, build, create, desire and make
When all that you want to achieve or do
Is to lay down, to never again wake?
Thought is wasted on that which I
Will never have. Sleepy dreaming
Causes nothing but pain and one to cry.
To me, I am the servant, and he king.
Foolish am I, to desire such.
When he does not want to be caught.
I am just a stranger trying to clutch;
A stranger with his eye distraught.
Certain Angles
Would it be so bad, if there was
No-one else? Just you? You alone?
No pain. No torture. Not a cause
For this ache. Until dust and bone.
If that were true, then how would you
Know the difference between the feel
Of the one, the only, the true,
And a lonely, forlorn O'Neill?
So go! Get rid! And begone!
It's with you I feel I belong.
It's you I want; but I move on.
But not forever; not for long.
So I'm Told
Who will lay here beside me,
To rid me of the cold?
Who will grant my plea?
It could be anyone. So I'm told.
A silhouetted figure, place to place.
A person, cloaked by my mind.
I'm forever gazing at a featureless face,
Searching for a none-of-a-kind.
There must be something, a catch.
Through these strained eyes - a con.
From this, one is only fit to watch.
Another floating Major Tom.
In the end, what does it matter?
It's an emotion not to be abused,
A means to hear the pitter-patter,
So I'm told. I'd only get bruised.
So they say.
A Longing Imagination
I look at you; I see the world
In those eyes, a quality so rare.
No-one else. Nowhere.
You're all I see. I don't care.
You say my name,
I bow to your feet.
My wanting heart is to blame,
Obeying a sound so sweet.
You're stranded in my heart,
Just the way it should be.
We are to stay together - never apart.
Just the way - for all eternity.
We'll talk and lay together,
Just us, just two.
I have but one question:
Who are you?