Princes at War

A prince, but never to be a pauper.
Sold the family crown, and headed, California.

Our dear King Charlie had praised the fab four.
Now two princes gone to war.

The Queen is turning in her grave, surely Dianna in dismay.
The dog bowl prince, too much to say.

Can peace talks ever begin? Princes at war.
Or another broken necklace, and one more slap to the jaw.

Is There Really Now No You and Me

The sun burst from the river flowing, not love that caught my eye.
The days I cursed somehow inside did treasure,
Our love that made me cry.

I need you here, why are you there?
How can you not care?

Enable this void while I walk a highway of troubled souls.
Bring the light of life.
I long for you like the blood of Christ.

The mist now leaves the river like the love from my heart.
You go on, you listen to the flesh.
Turn your back on love, turn your back on me.
Leave me here on my knees, to pray, beg and cry.
Girl please, look at me once more.
Watch my lonely heart through these eyes die.

I love you, I beg you, please dont let this be.
Who will you share your life with now, if not me?

There's my heart, now take my eyes as you in their arms I cannot see.

How did this slide?

Is there really now no you and me?



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Real World
	


	
	

		

I'm struck still where I stand, as the low Autumn sun shines bright, in all Gods glory and wonder.
 As I take in such frightening beauty, on my future, I ponder.

On this hill like my life, I hit a blind summit. Feelings of the past are sad.
Though I trust there's increased beauty down the the road to be had.

No honest work is beneath me, but in coming this far I know I can go again.
They're no better than me. We all just men.

Underneath this tangerine sky I'm called into action. While my soul is caged. 
  My minds enraged.

I slashed my way through the underworld, but I will not wait for the afterlife for my liberty to be unfurled.
I trust in you, now show me the real world.



	


	





	

		
Her
	


	
	

		

The suns light beams through the branches of the tree tunnel
you entered.
Like her, beautiful! Like your lies you invented.

She smiled as the birds were singing.
Fantasied, as in the distance the same church bells as today, ringing.

Into her life you came.
Feeding and living from her pain.

Freedom, no longer waiting.
As you gloat in her death, we long for love, we can't let go of hating.

	


	





	

		
The Blade
	


	
	

		

I guess I was just kid back then. But I now know why you hated me so much. 'My weak mind.' It coudn't have made sense to a man like you.
It's hard still now to say aloud, that you once made me cry. I didn't realise what you were doing. Maybe I still don't. 

By the way I hated you too. But I look back with respect.

The last or maybe the only real piece of advice you gave me, only means something to me now.
I was stood to attention and you looked at me with those stone cold eyes and said...

                "Before that blade touches your face each morning,
                 be able to look the man in the eye who's staring
                 back at you."

It's now many years later and with the responsibilities I've chosen to burden I can tolerate him, infact I'm proud of him. And still so much more to come.

Thank You, you cunt.