Never Forget

I'll never forget your eyes,
Your fabulous, sparkling eyes,
I'll never forget,
That day that we met,
When you flashed me that look of surprise;
I shall always remember your eyes.

I'll never forget your hands,
Your beautiful, delicate hands,
I never wanted so much,
To feel your soft touch,
As we traveled over these lands,
I shall always remember your hands.

I'll never forget your laugh,
Your passion-filled, generous laugh,
I shall always hold true,
To my memories of you,
And of carrying you over the hearth,
I shall always remember your laugh.

I'll never forget your car,
Your powerful, speed-obsessed car,
It cannot leave my mind,
That you took that turn blind,
Pushed the throttle a little too far,
I shall always remember your car.

I'll never forget my own grief,
My painful, heart wrenching grief,
To see your life cut,
Your shining eyes finally shut,
And your laugh forever lost to my life,
I shall always remember my grief.

Apathy

Is this what they call apathy?
Am I an apathetic man?
I’d look the word up in the dictionary,
If I even gave a damn.
I know I’m not an optimist,
I don’t think that I’m a pessimist,
I’m not jealous, not a dreamer nor obsessed;
I don’t yearn for more possessions,
I don’t crave cavorted sessions,
I don’t do anything outrageous to excess;
I just sit and think of nothing more or less.
I don’t know if I’m unhappy or depressed.
I just couldn’t really give a shit,
For lucky charms and candle sticks,
I don’t crane my neck to see my neighbors grass;
I just sit and think of nothings,
And I take whatever life brings,
I have no way to measure liquids in my glass;
For I’m a convoluted, melancholic man.
And I’m making the best of it that I can.
I don’t lie awake at night,
Thinking of whom I’m going to fight,
Because I just can’t think of anyone to blame;
I don’t frown but I don’t smile,
And I’ve felt this for a while,
So I think I’ll just keep everything the same.

Sad Song

No-one ever seems to see,
The little man inside of me,
The little man who stops to say,
Do you really want to be this way?
Do you really want to laugh and smile,
Would you rather not be sad a while?
Would you rather face the other way,
Do you want to try being sad today?
Do you want to try peering over that hump?
I’ll hold you back! I won’t let you jump!
I’ll hold you back! It’s my promise to you,
I just thought you might try a different view,
I just thought you might see what it’s like to be down,
Give it a go! You look good with a frown!
Give it a go! It’s better this way,
It’s better to hate your way through the day,
It’s better to look on the down side of life,
And it’s better to listen to me,
And I know, that you want to agree.

Too Late

It's too late for this.
Too late for your cuddles and your make it up chat.
I've had it up to here with your love for your cat,
and I know that you slept with my friend.

I can't face it now.
I can't face the lies and the what where and how.
I'd rather not go through another big row,
and I think we should call it a day.

I would rather not talk.
I would rather not go for a sort it out walk.
I really don't care that you called me a dork,
and I don't want to see you again.

I'd rather you went.
I'd rather you didn't help out with the rent.
I couldn't care less what you gave up for lent,
because you still helped yourself to my friend.

It is down to you.
You ripped out my heart and you tore it in two.
If it wasn't for that then I wouldn't feel blue,
and I wouldn't have slept with your mom.

Come With Me

Come with me, Come take a ride,
Come visit with my troubled mind,
Come look and point and laugh at me,
Come see what you still fear to be.

Come mock my bottle, mock my pipe,
Mock my home and mock my life,
Mock the things you’re glad you’re not,
Mock the reason, mock the plot.

Sit down, sit down next to me,
Sit down and take a look at me,
Sit down and see what I’ve become,
Sit down next to your only son.

Hide your sorrow, hide your tears,
Hide regrets of my childhood years,
Hide blame underneath mental rugs,
Hide hurt behind maternal hugs.

Cry for me, cry your tear,
Cry for me when you’re not here,
Cry for now but not for then,
Cry once and do not cry again.

If I Should Die

If I should die, my wife,
You need to live, your life,
You need to go and meet and greet,
You need to meet somebody sweet,
You need to laugh and live and learn,
You need to love, you need to yearn.

If you should die, my dear,
I’ll move my boyfriend, here,
He’ll wear your clothes, your pants, your shoes,
He’ll share your points, your thoughts, your views,
He’ll give me what you failed to give,
If you should ever, never live.

I Wonder

I wonder what you're looking for,
do you think too, there must be more?
Are you fed up with being poor?
I feel the same, my friend.

You're working hard, but sinking fast?
You reach for the line, but find that you're last?
Part of the chorus, but not in the cast?
We share the same song-sheet my friend.

I don't know what we're doing wrong,
where are the riches for that we long?
We missed the boat, we lost the throng,
we'll make it together, my friend.

Lord

I'm sorry My Lord but I just don't believe,
please don't make me feel like a crook,
I guess it all started with Adam and Eve,
could you write a less plausible book?

The harder I try I just can't make it fit,
he created a woman from what?
If you'd given your lead a 'create woman kit',
that would have made for an interesting plot.

The story-line led us to curious heights,
that apple, the leaf and the snake,
I felt it was missing some marital fights,
their harmony seemed a bit fake.

All in all though, it was not a bad try,
your characters settled in well,
but they hardly compelled me to sit down and cry,
perhaps if you'd sent them to hell?

Despite what I've said though I really must say,
your writing shows promise and thought,
so remember my words, and please take them away,
and bring back the book that I've sought.

It's my job as your agent to tell you this now,
if you're upset then please let me know,
now please I don't want to get into a row,
just pull the door to as you go.

Lord I must thank you, I have your new book,
'tale of a Christian man',
I've only had chance now to take a quick look,
I'll get back as soon as I can.

The start wasn't good Lord, but I have read worse,
that section I think I will edit,
there was the odd interesting chapter and verse,
but I still wish that I had not read it.



But then came the book of the virginal birth,
I did like that bit in the stable,
you managed to combine compassion with mirth,
much better than with Cane and Abel.


I didn't quite get though the tales of his life,
and there were missed opportunities there,
I think that I'd give him some kids and a wife,
and his death seemed to me so unfair.


Despite these few flaws though, a nice little book,
and I think we'll be going to print,
don't get your hopes up but I think with some luck,
your tale may make you a mint.


Lord I must tell you, the sales are bad,
I'm sorry to bring you such news,
I know that It may make you feel quite sad,
it's because of those awful reviews.


But do not despair Lord, I have an idea,
we'll give your good book one last fling,
we'll re-write your work, god please do not fear,
I know a young author, James King.

Standing Alone In the Flowers

He was standing alone in the flowers,
The father whom you never met,
Cut down in his prime,
On the banks of the Rhine,
We Shall Never Forget

And they gave her their cards and their sorrow,
And she gave them her thanks and her heart,
Grieving widow could face no tomorrow,
Young lovers no longer apart,
But they had planted their seeds for the future,
In you they knew they would live on,
And when we stood alone in the flowers,
They were there for us both, all along.