The Jesters broken pride…

And you will turn the Jester’s pride

And send him to his death
And you will follow all your lies

Until no truth is left
And you will neck another gin

As mother would have once
And she’ll be gone of all her sin

You’ll laugh at just a dunce
A Jester once who made them laugh

And spread the smiles of joy
A broken heart a lonely art

All but a broken toy
And sing to you in fragile voice

A victim of a queen
Once just as you who made a choice

To ruin all his dreams 

The lies of love and hope… 

In my despair or disrepair

I trundle on this path
I never cared for sweeter air

I just cannot be arsed
I sit I wait I hesitate

And nothing happens still
The same old vibe I recreate

Until my mind is ill
A cigarette perhaps a book

I turn another page
I can’t forget I once mistook

It for a bright new age
Although I’ve tried and cried again

I still somehow will cope 
My mind all fried no compromise

The lies of love and hope

Wisdom…

In times of lonely solitude

My thoughts will float away 
I try in somber attitude

To lift my mood from grey
A tear may fall, well here and there

The cycles of the moon?
As fears are tall they call despair

To come to dance with gloom
So spare me love and dare to breathe

And fall for someone else
I rarely try now to deceive

I’m ill inside myself
Another hair falls from my head

The Years can pass so quick
I’ve come to learn to stay in bed

As wisdom ‘comes my gift