the burden of feeling

The burden of feeling! The burden of having to feel!

                         - Fernando Pessoa,  

                      The book of disquiet

such a tragedy:

hearts

worn on sleeves;

as they go bumpin

along, joltin n crashin.

they hurt n they smart

for ppl meet n they part,

for lives

have these weird

trajectories.

as if

all wars will end,

we’ll leave no one to fight.

the disinherited will emerge-

come forth from the shadows

n sieze their rights.
the reign of money will end,

the shackles of credit will break,
the vagabond pothead will join ranks

with the disenchanted wage-slave,
n the earth will shake beneath our step.

ur high-rises will be left desolate,

u arrogant bastards will all be dead,

ur paved streets left murky red.

the hungry will all be fed,

with a fire at their hearth.

the homeless will bed,

with a roof above their heads

n the meek shall finally inherit the earth.

huh! only fools would take this to be a solution.

but it’s time, coz we’re done; it’s time for a revolution!

we’ll turn it all around.

the temples of ur gluttony

will crumble to the ground.

ur thrones’ll tumble, ur palaces will fall,

and the indignant masses will stand tall.

the godless children of ur greed, ur nemesis,

we’ll be there to witness, and seize it all.

huh! only fools would take this to be a solution.

but it’s time, coz we’re done; it’s time for a revolution!

yo, sweet li’l missy, hold down your skirt,

n u, mighty kings, grab tight ur crowns,

for we’re gonna turn the world,

turn it upside down!

a wanderin nomad

lonely on a stone parapet,
on a lonely mountain road;
by my side my only bag,
with my only change of clothes.

my eyes squint, my back
slumped, my matted hair loose;
i survey all the mountain paths,
all mine to choose.

the morning mist unveils it,
driven by a languid breeze;
the valley lies before me,
as far as the eye can see.

lonely on a stone parapet,
on a lonely mountain road;
i look like a footloose vagabond,
like a lowly tramp i’ve bn told.

once on a high terrace,
in a crowded part of town;
i surveyed the mighty city,
all lit up n sleepin sound.

i saw instead, a silken thread,
blowin by me in the breeze;
if the world still had spiders,
there must be hope fr me.

now lonely on a stone parapet,
on a lonely mountain road;
it’s a moment straight out of
a dream, from long long ago.

purple braids n piercings,
my denims worn thin;
my humble wares are memories
from places i’ve bn.

smwhere down the road i found
myself, long after i’d lost the way;
all by myself, n i’ve anyway
run out of things to say.

lonely on a stone parapet,
on a lonely mountain road;
i packed up all the pain there was,
n followed the maniacal crows.

the past’s a distant memory,
now this is all i have;
not sure where i’m headed,
‘m now a wanderin nomad.

it was tough n life was a pain,
but i kept alive the dream;
for in the world there are yet mountains,
n hidden forest streams.

lonely on a stone parapet,
on a lonely mountain road;
it’s stayin put that’ll corrode u,
a wanderer only grows.

i'll always be the same

i'll always be the same
she claimed
n then she went n changed.
i didn't even know
who she was
when we met again.

as she spoke
the smell of smoke
with her perfume, mingled.
on her lips, pale
the smell of stale
alcohol, lingered.

u should've called instead
she coldly said
i'm so sick of ur letters.
just look at u
it's such a pity dude
n u claimed u were better.

the sky overcast
made the night seem to last
almost forever.
i stared deep in her eyes
n realized
with a cold shiver,

she was just the same
her deranged games
as cruel as ever.
n it all came
floodin in
n i was drownin in the river.

i didn't even know
who that was
reflected in her eyes,
all i saw
n all i heard
were just blatant lies.

as i spoke
the smell of smoke
with her perfume, mingled.
on my lips, pale
the smell of stale
alcohol, lingered.

i'll always be the same
she claimed
n then i went n changed.
i didn't even know
who i was
when we met again.

When n If

Just go with the flow.

What's the point a' rowin?
When u don't know where u're goin... anyway.

What's the point a' tryin to navigate?
Put away ur stars, n ur silly charts,
u're just a little too late.
They ran out a' destinies, long ago.
It's the day of the wanderer,
with no place to go.
Just go with flow.

What's the point a' rowin?
When u don't know where u're goin... anyway.

No promises made, none'll have to be broken.
No lies told, just truths left unspoken.
Go soak in the sun, get drenched in the rain,
temme how it was when n if we meet again.
I know u gotta go, n nothin's gonna make u stay,
so 'm not even tryin, what's the point anyway?... no?
Just go with the flow.

What's the point a' rowin?
When u don't know where u're goin... anyway.